His Christmas List: – Naughty Stories For Your Stocking
His Christmas List: MR PRESCOTT: Chapter 2

“Hello.” He holds out his hand to shake mine.

Oh, he’s English.

“Hello.”

A weird sense of déjà vu falls over me.

Wait…have we met before?

Mr. Doe’s eyes hold mine. “Leave us.”

I glance around as I suddenly realize the bellboy is still here, I totally forgot.

“Yes, sir.” The bellboy turns to me and nods “Dial nine if you need anything, Miss Doe.”

“Thank you.” I can’t even look the poor bellboy in the eye. Does he know the perverted shit we’re here to do?

Of course he does.

I just want the earth to swallow me whole, I’m very vanilla usually…I promise. What must he see working in a place like this?

The door closes as he leaves and we are left alone, I’m so nervous that I can hardly breathe.

Mr. Doe has a dominant power about him, why the hell would he be paying for sex?

He walks to the bar. “Would you like a drink?”

“Yes please?” I say timidly.

“What would you like?”

Cyanide sounds good.

“Umm….” I can’t even think, let alone string two words together. “Whatever will be fine.”

He stands with his back to me and as he pours our drinks my eyes roam over him. He’s tall, standing over six foot three with dark hair and well built. His suit is perfectly fitted and something about his aura and the way he holds himself tells me he’s wealthy.

He turns and walks toward me with a glass of amber fluid and ice in a crystal tumbler. My heart somersaults in my chest as I take it from him.

He gestures to the table and chairs and we sit down opposite each other.

Just being close to this specimen of a man is unnerving.

“Thanks.” I take a sip and wince.

Fuck.

Tastes like gasoline only stronger.

He sits back in his chair all powerful like and sips his drink as his eyes hold mine.

Thump.

Thump.

Thump goes my poor panicked heart.

What’s he thinking?

An awkward silence hangs in the air between us and I just need to break the ice.

“You’re not what I expected,” I say softly.

“What did you expect?”

His piercing gaze has some sort of intimidation superpower, I want to crawl under the table and hide.

“I’m not sure.”

His eyebrow flicks up as if unimpressed with my answer.

Fuck…why did I say that?

“Am I what you expected?” I try to sound confident but my question comes out as barely a whisper.

“No.”

“Why not?”

“Because you’re submissive.”

No I’m not…am I?

“You don’t like submissive?” I frown.

“I love submissive.” His dark eyes hold mine and he lifts the drink to his lips and takes a slow sip. “Very much.”

His approval excites me and I feel my face flush.

I nervously sip my drink. What will I say next?

Okay…what the fuck is going on here?

I’m supposed to be hating every moment of this and getting something ticked off my to-do list. Having a visceral physical reaction to this man was not in my plan.

“Do you always fidget when you’re nervous?” he asks.

“What?”

“Your leg.”

I glance down to see my leg bouncing and I put my hand on my thigh to stop it.

What the hell is wrong with me?

“Oh…sorry, I didn’t realize.” I look around for an excuse for my kindergarten behavior. “You’re….” I shrug as I search for the right wording. “Intimidating.”

A trace of a smile flashes across his face and he takes a slow sip again. “What are you doing here?”

“I….” I swallow the lump in my throat. “I….”

He raises an impatient eyebrow.

Fuck it. Just tell him the truth.

“I’m living out a bucket list for my best friend.”

“A what?”

“My best friend wrote me a list before she passed of the ten things that she wanted to do in her life.” I take a sip of my drink, feeling braver. “This is me fulfilling wish number nine. I promised her I would do each and every last one.”

“This isn’t even something that you want to do?”

“It wasn’t…but, now that…you’re….” My mouth is so dry I can’t even talk.

The truth is you’re gorgeous and the thought of fucking you in any shape or form excites me.

He frowns as he thinks for a moment. “What else was on the list?”

“Lots of things.” I shrug. “Travel. A sex show in Amsterdam.” My brain has gone completely blank under his scrutiny. “Umm…. A tattoo. And ballooning in Cappadocia.”

“Anything else sexual?”

“Umm….” Oh god, why did I openly admit this? “A threesome.”

His fascinated eyes hold mine and he sips his drink.

“And I did that…. A few years ago now, actually.”

“And?”

“I….” I shrug, embarrassed. “I couldn’t bring myself to do two men so I thought I would add another woman and….” My voice trails off.

“And what?”

“I learned that I don’t like to share,” I blurt out in a rush.

A trace of a smile crosses his face. “I don’t share either.”

“Right? I think it’s weird that people do.” I smirk, feeling a little more of my equilibrium return.

We fall silent and he sips his drink as if deep in thought. “I’ll have your money refunded. I apologize for wasting your time.”

Disappointment runs through me.

“What?” I frown. “Why?”

“I’m….” He gives a subtle shrug as he tries to articulate himself. “This will not be advancing to the next stage.”

“Why not?”

He gestures to the air that is crackling between us.

“What does that mean?”

“The physical attraction between us is too strong.”

He feels it too.

I fight the goofy smile that is threatening to cover my face. “Isn’t that the point?”

“From your perspective perhaps, from mine most definitely not.”

What’s he doing here?

“Do you think you’re gay?” I ask.

“Absolutely not.”

“It’s okay if you are.”

He stands as if outraged and walks toward the door.

He’s leaving.

“What are you doing?” I splutter in a panic.

“This is not working.”

“Stop.” I stand too. “We’ve gone to all this trouble to get here and we are obviously attracted to each other so what’s the point of not seeing where it goes?”

“I know where it goes and it doesn’t go there,” he spits angrily.

It suddenly dawns on me, he’s nervous. This is out of the normal for him too.

“So show me where it does go.” I gesture to the couch. “Sit down and…try and relax.” I take the glass out of his hand and go to the bar; I refill it and hand it back over. “Drink this one hundred percent alcohol,” I instruct him. “Although I think it’s illegal to drink this in most countries.” I take a shaky sip and I feel it burn all the way down. “But in a Switzerland sex kink club I guess anything goes.”

His eyes hold mine and I know he’s only seconds from leaving.

“Sit down please, Mr. Doe,” I whisper. “Don’t go.”

He hesitates before finally taking a seat on the couch and we fall silent again.

I have no idea what’s going through his head.

“I don’t like that you’re doing this only because you are being forced,” he says.

“I’m not being forced. I wanted to fulfill my friend’s wishes and to be honest now that I’ve met you—” I sip my drink as I try to muster up my courage, “—I think it will be very enjoyable to spend some time naked with you.”

He gives me a slow sexy smile and sits back in his chair. “I’m a lot to take on.”

There is no air in my lungs.

None.

I shrug, feeling like he’s warning me.

“You said you were attracted to me?” I whisper.

“Don’t act like you can’t feel it.”

We stare at each other, the magnetic pull toward him is so strong that I can hardly fight it.

Suddenly I just want the awkward fear gone. I want to get this over with.

Whatever this is.

“What happens now in a place like this?” I ask nervously.

His eyes hold mine.

“I’ve never been in a situation like this.” I begin to babble on. “Do we date? Do we small talk? Do we eat dinner?” My eyes search his as I beg him to take control. “What do I do?”

“You take your clothes off,” he says.

“What?”

“You said you want me to show you where it does go?”

“I did.”

“Then do as I say. Take. Your. Clothes. Off.”

My eyes widen.

“Now.”

What the hell?

We didn’t even kiss and he expects me to undress in front of him?

Wait…do we kiss?

I tip my head back and drain my glass, I cough as the poison burns my throat and steals my breath.

I go to walk into the bathroom.

“There,” he demands.

“What?”

“You undress right there.”

My heart is hammering so hard in my chest and I glance toward the door and imagine running out of it.

Fuck this, I’m out of here.

“Look me in the eye and take your fucking clothes off,” he growls.

Gulp…. I swallow the lump in my throat.

Oh hell…what the fuck am I doing?

I take one stiletto off and throw it to the side.

Satisfaction flashes across his face and he sits back.

I take the other stiletto off with a shaky hand.

I’m literally about to have a heart attack.

I go to the bar and pour myself another glass of Dutch courage and take a huge gulp.

I predict copious amounts of therapy coming in my near future.

Am I actually going to do this?

Fuck it, what have I got to lose. I’m here now.

I slowly undo the zipper at the side of my dress.

“Eyes on me,” he demands.

I glance up and see him sitting there with his hand on his cock.

Gulp….

Fuck.

Me.

Dead.

Is this really happening?

No wonder I was nervous, I had a very good reason to be.

With his dark eyes locked on mine I take my dress down over one shoulder and then the other.

“Take it off,” he mouths.

Oh hell on a cracker, once he sees my body he really will run for the hills.

Can we at least fucking dim the lights or something?

With my heart in my throat I slowly slide the dress down and step out of it.

I stand before him in a black lace bra and G-string with a black ribbon suspender belt.

Satisfaction crosses his face as his eyes hungrily roam down over my body.

“Turn around.”

“What?” I frown.

“Turn. Around.”

He wants to look at my ass.

I nervously turn around.

“Touch your toes.”

“What?” I squeak.

“Touch. Your. Toes.”

I didn’t drink enough alcohol for this.

Oh…this is mortifying…and somewhat hot.

I bend and touch my toes and he inhales sharply. I close my eyes as I hear my heartbeat in my ears.

Help!

I hear the couch creak as if he’s stood up, what is it about this man that has me in a puddle?

I see his feet as he comes to stand behind me and I hold my breath as I wait for his next instruction.

His hand runs over my behind and then down to my sex, he pulls my G-string to the side and slides his fingers through my dripping-wet sex.

“Very nice,” he hums in a deep throaty voice, his finger circles through my sex and I see stars. “Very nice indeed.”

Hanging upside down with all the blood rushing to my head with his fingers doing that while one hundred percent alcohol is rushing through my bloodstream is a heady combination.

I could pass out any second…wouldn’t be surprised actually.

I hope he knows mouth-to-mouth resuscitation.

He slowly slides my panties down over my hips and drops them to the ground and he pulls my cheeks apart.

Thump.

Thump.

Thump.

I feel his tongue on my back entrance and my legs nearly buckle out from beneath me.

What the fuck?

He licks me deep; I feel his stubble burn my skin and I see the huge bulge in his suit pants through my legs.

Every cell in my body gets a goose bump as electricity from his touch sends me into overdrive. I don’t know what alternate universe this is in…but I do know it’s fucking perverted.

He slides two thick fingers deep into my sex and my knee collapses.

Slap.

Owww….

His slap sends a sharp sting through my skin.

“Stand up,” he growls.