His Christmas List: – Naughty Stories For Your Stocking
His Christmas List: MR PRESCOTT: Chapter 6

We walk into the suite and Mr. Doe takes off his jacket and hangs it up and I walk to the bar. “Nightcap?” I ask.

“Yeah.”

I begin to pour our two drinks and he comes and stands behind me, his lips drop to my neck as his arms wrap around me from behind.

I can feel his body harden against mine. “There it is.” I smile. “I wondered where he’d been.”

He chuckles and pumps me with his hips. “Waiting.” He pumps me again. “To strike.”

I turn toward him and pass his drink over; my eyes hold his as I take a long sip. “So?” I smile.

“So….”

There are a million words hanging in the air between us, sexy, dirty and forbidden words.

I set my drink down and go to the black box. “I think it’s time we open this.”

His eyes hold mine as he sips his drink, the look he gives me could start a fire.

I pull the lid off and peer in, I pull out the first thing I see. “We have massage oil.”

He smirks.

“A very large bottle of lubricant.” I hold it up and then place it on the counter beside the box. “A blindfold.” I pull out a black blindfold, I frown as I see the next item. “Handcuffs.”

He breaks into a sexy smile and raises his glass toward me.

“You like handcuffs?” I frown.

“Very much.”

“Oh….” Of course he likes handcuffs, he’s a fucking deviant. I keep digging through the box. “A butt plug.” I pull out a black butt plug and hold it up.

He rolls his lips seemingly unimpressed with this one.

“Oh look, there are different sizes.” I pull out four more butt plugs and set them down on the counter. I frown as I spy something else. “What in the world…?” I pull out a butt plug with a horse tail attached to it and I hold it up.

Mr. Doe breaks into a playful smile. “Giddy up.”

I giggle in surprise. “I mean…really?” I keep digging and see a snakelike thing rolled up. “What is….” My mouth falls open as I pull it out. “A whip.”

His eyes blaze with fire as they hold mine.

“You like this?” I whisper, slightly horrified.

“We already know this about me,” he replies.

“We do?” I frown. “A smack on the behind is not a whole-ass fucking whip.”

“And you couldn’t even take that.” His eyes hold mine as if daring me to say something.

My heart sinks, I hate that I unknowingly failed that test.

“Yeah well.” I set the whip down onto the counter. “Nobody gets to hit me.”

“It’s not about the hit, it’s about control.”

He’s beginning to piss me off now.

“Nobody gets to control me either,” I fire back.

Amused, he smirks and sips his drink as if knowing something that I don’t know.

There’s no doubt about it, Mr. Doe and I would clash in the real world.

He’s controlling, I’m controlling…. Not ideal circumstances for a warm-your-heart love match.

I see three strap-on dildos in the bottom of the box and I purposely get out the largest one. “Here we are.” I hold it up. “It’s going to feel great fucking you with this.” With my eyes locked on his I put it into my mouth and suck it. I hold it out to him. “Your turn, Mr. Doe.”

“I don’t suck cock.”

“You might surprise yourself.” I smirk. “Let me put it on and hold you by the hair and fuck your throat until you gag.”

Sound familiar, fucker?

He glares at me as a sudden surge of animosity runs between us.

I put it back in my mouth and close my eyes and moan for added effect.

Screw you and your control bullshit.

I’m wearing the pants tonight…literally.

If he’s leaving me tomorrow…and he will…he’s going to fucking remember me if it’s the last thing I do.

“Get on your knees,” I tell him.

“You trying to top from the bottom, angel?” he whispers darkly.

Nerves simmer in my stomach.

“You know what I do to naughty girls who try to pull that shit?”

His dark eyes hold mine and he walks toward me, he pulls the strap-on cock out of my mouth and throws it to the side. He unzips his pants and pulls his hard dick out and slides it down my throat.

With both hands in my hair holding me just how he wants me, he lets me have it.

I struggle to take him and good god, I’ve woken the beast.

Like a carbon copy of what I’ve just threatened to do to him, he does to me, and I gag around him.

He pulls himself out of my mouth and suction releases with a pop, he leans down so that we are face-to-face. “Here’s how tonight’s going to go,” he whispers. “I’m going to oil you up and I’m going to make you see stars through that pretty little ass of yours.”

“I’m fucking you tonight,” I announce.

He breaks into a sarcastic smile. “We both know that’s not happening. Not even close.”

“But you wanted….”

“My therapist wanted.” He cuts me off. “I want no such thing. The only fantasy I have is to fuck your ass and that’s exactly what we’re going to do.” He pulls me to my feet and in one fell swoop takes my dress off over my head.

“But Misty’s list,” I stammer.

“I’m not here with Misty. I’m here with you.” He grabs my head and kisses me aggressively. “We’re doing our lists, not the ones others have set for us.” His teeth stretch out my bottom lip and I feel a sting of pain.

Yesssss.

Adrenaline screams through my veins as we stare at each other.

He takes off my bra and his teeth drop to my nipple and he bites me there. Hard enough for pain, soft enough for pleasure.

The perfect combination.

Goose bumps scatter up my arms at the dominance of the act.

He slides my panties down my legs and his fingers move to my sex.

“Dripping.” He smiles darkly as he slides his fingers deep into my body. “Just like I knew you would be.” He pumps me with his fingers. “Admit it, Doe, you like me in charge.” He pumps me hard again and I whimper and throw my head back. “Don’t you, baby?” His teeth graze my jaw as he brings me undone.

His hand is nearly violent as he fucks me with it.

Fast and hard…deep.

The sound of my arousal sucking him in echoes throughout the room and I begin to lose all coherent thought.

I shudder and he takes his hand away. “Please…” I whimper, every one of my senses on fire. “I need….”

“I know what you need, angel.” He picks up the bottle of massage oil and kisses me, then taking me by the hand he leads me into the bedroom and lays me down onto the bed.

He props pillows behind me and half sits me up and then spreads my legs wide open.

I watch him rearrange my body in awe.

Never have I been with someone who knows exactly what he wants, and exactly how he wants me. Nothing is left to chance, the master of control.

It melts my brain to be here with a man like this.

With his eyes on me he takes his shirt off over his head, I’m blessed with the view of his broad muscular chest. He slides his jeans down and reveals the V of muscles that leads to his large manhood.

His pubic hair is short and well kept, and every muscle on this god’s body is in peak condition.

From the very back of my depraved mind I get a fleeting thought….

He is my bucket list.

He kneels onto the bed and then drops his mouth to my sex; he licks me there and his eyes close in pleasure.

His fingers spread me wide as he sucks me deep.

Oh… fuck.

The way he has me sat up so that I can watch him do this is too much.

My eyes roll back in my head.

I begin to quiver, the need to come so strong.

“Sshh.” He stills. “Hold it….”

“I….” I pant. “I….”

“Sshh, angel.” He smiles into me. “You need to learn to control this.”

There’s a plan.

You probably need to teach me…in a three-month full-time training camp in the Swiss Alps.

He licks me again and I nearly bounce off the bed.

“Ahh…. So eager to come.” He smiles darkly, he flips me over onto my stomach and pushes the pillow away. I feel the hot oil pour onto my back and over my behind.

He spreads my legs wide and pours oil all over my sex.

Oh….

Good lord.

I may not survive the night.

He straddles my body and begins at my shoulders, his magical hands rubbing and massaging me into the mattress. He rocks forward and I can feel his hard cock up against my back.

I clench to try and get some kind of traction between my legs.

His hands massage down my body while I hang in ecstasy and every now and then as he rocks forward I can feel every vein on his hard weeping cock.

His fingers move lower and he slides off me and sits to the side, he pulls me up onto my knees and begins to massage the oil through my lips and over my ass.

His two fingers slide into my sex and he pushes his thumb deep into my other opening.

My head dips as I try to deal with his onslaught.

“Relax,” he breathes, he pumps his thumb deeper until my eyes begin to roll back. “That’s it, angel…relax.”

For a long time he massages me just like this, oil all over, fingers in my pussy, thumb in my ass.

All the stars in my eyes.

“You want me here.” His thumb gets rougher. “You want me in this tight little ass, angel?”

I nod, unable to speak.

He shuffles around to behind me and with one hand occupied on my sex he puts his other hand on my shoulder and begins to bring my body back onto his with force.

Oh….

His thumb gets almost violent. “You want more?”

“Yes,” I whimper. “Give it to me.”

He keeps going and I begin to grab the sheets between my fingers.

I need more.

I feel oil being poured over my sex and he bends and kisses my ass cheek tenderly, “Just a sting,” he whispers. “Once I start we don’t stop.” He kisses me again. “Okay?”

I nod and close my eyes.

I feel the tip of his cock at my entrance and then I feel more oil being poured over us.

He runs his tip through my lips of my sex and I hear him inhale sharply. “Fuck,” he whispers.

I smile, he’s as lost to this as I am.

He pushes forward and I feel more than a sting. “Ahhh.”

“Sshh,” he whispers. “Relax, baby, let me in.”

He moves with force and it burns…and it hurts.

“Ahhh,” I whimper. “Oww.”

More oil gets poured over us. “You’ve got this,” he breathes, his hand tenderly runs up my back to calm me.

I’m not sure I have got this.

He surges forward again and I’m filled with pain.

I wince and screw up my face.

After what feels like an eternity my body finally releases and he slides in to the hilt.

An overwhelming sense of dominance fills me.

“Oh my god.” I pant at the new sensation.

“Fuck….” He moans. “So good.” His fingertips come around to my clitoris and he circles them as he stays deep inside me. His lips are at my ear as he curls over me, his thick quads are either side of mine and cocooning me in.

But it’s the possession of his cock as it sits deep inside my body.

Owning me like never before.

This is an out-of-body experience, raw and intimate.

Like nothing I’ve ever felt.

“Kiss me,” he breathes.

I turn my head and we kiss over my shoulder. Deep and different and so fucking perfect.

For a long time we kiss and I know what he’s doing. He’s letting my body adjust to his size.

But what about my heart, how does she recover from this?

Pleasure starts to build and I move a little, wanting some friction.

“That’s it.” He smiles into my mouth. “Just like that.”

He slowly pulls out and slides back in, once more. Slowly pulls out and then slides back in.

This is actually…enjoyable.

He gets rougher, deeper, and I begin to push back on him as I chase the closer connection.

Then we are hard at it, our skin slapping together. The bed is hitting the wall.

His deep moans are all around me as he completely loses control and fuck, this is too good.

He pumps me hard and I scream out as I come hard.

He holds himself deep and I feel the telling jerk of his cock as he orgasms strongly inside of me.

His deep moan echoes through the apartment and I smile into the mattress, now there’s a hot sound.

He turns my head and kisses me as he holds my face in his hands.

It’s tender and loving.

Intimate, everything I ever dreamed of.

I’m totally and irrevocably, forever ruined.