Justine Elyot - Her World of Submission

Thank goodness he hadn’t dressed as Santa. I never could understand the sexy Santa thing.

He stopped a little way into the room and put the candle down on a shelf.

‘Oh, now this is a Christmas present,’ he said fervently. ‘Did you find everything?’

‘I think so,’ I said, feeling my muscles tighten around the balls and beads.

‘Everything?’ he persisted, stepping closer.

‘I opened a lot of boxes.’

‘You opened more than boxes, if you found the lot,’ he said. He sat down on the side of the bed and grazed his knuckles along my nearest leg. ‘Didn’t you?’

I twisted my face away, feeling it flame.

‘Perhaps.’

‘Perhaps?’ he said, reaching for my chin and twisting my face back to him. ‘Did you find the little jingly balls, my love?’

‘Yes.’

His fingers ran along my inner thigh and patted it at the top. It was an almost unbearably sensuous feeling and I felt myself gush.

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