‘Tis the season of Wicked Deeds (A Holiday romance Book 1)
‘Tis the season of Wicked Deeds: Chapter 18

“Oh, should I get them wine too?” I ask Kingston, while perusing the wine collection. “Which one do they like?”

“Woman,” he sighs and grabs my elbow before I can pick a bottle off the shelf. “You’ve already spent too much.”

“No, I haven’t.”

“So, these four bags I’m holding don’t belong to you?”

I sheepishly eye the bags he insisted on holding. “Oh, come on, they aren’t too much.”

“You got my nana a cashmere scarf, an antique crystal dinnerware, and my grandpa two of his favorite classic books.”

“You said they’d love them.”

“Of course, they will,” he says, staring down at me like I’m being too adorable. “But I was giving you options, not a list. Now you want to get them wine.”

“It’s Christmas, King,” I argue like he’s being silly. “Don’t be a Grinch.”

His lips twitch and he shakes his head, resigned to my stubbornness. “I’m regretting helping you shop for my grandparents.”

“Why?”

“Because I didn’t think you’d buy everything I mentioned they’d love.”

“There’s no such thing as too many presents.”

A smug glint darkens his gaze and he replies, “You do realize you gave me the perfect opening to spoil you with gifts too?”

“No, that’s no—”

“Too late, darling,” he tsks, pulling me out of the liquor store. “No such thing as too many presents. I’m just following your lead.”

All right, so maybe I went a little overboard with shopping. But I couldn’t resist. It’s been so long since I’ve been this excited to celebrate Christmas. I can’t even lie and say it’s the magical effect of this village. It’s all Kingston’s hypnotizing effect.

His attentiveness.

His mischievous and charming personality.

His way of making me feel special, like I’m the only girl in the world.

I know I met his grandparents only once; however, in that short time, they treated me more like family than my own parents ever did. They were sweet and kind.

While I was buying presents, Kingston tried his best to stop me from purchasing more than one gift. I was sneakier because the moment he would be distracted or looking away, I would hurry and pay.

As for his surprise gift, I bought it while I sent him to get us coffees after making an excuse that my feet needed a little rest.

“Where are we going?” I curiously ask, when he turns onto a narrow street. “I thought all the shops were back there.”

“The one I have in mind for you isn’t.”

“Are you buying my gift in front of me?”

“Yes. And it’s gifts, not a gift.”

Unbelievable.

“The whole purpose of a gift is so it’s a surprise for the other person.”

Glancing down at me, he says mysteriously, “Oh, darling, you will be surprised.”

My breath stutters at his tone, making me intrigued about what he has in mind. I frown when a few minutes later, he stops in front of a small brick store with no name.

A bell chimes as we enter.

My jaw drops at the inside of the store as I stare, flabbergasted and nervous, unable to believe what I am seeing.

A sex toy shop!

That’s where Kingston has brought me in the middle of the day.

“King!” I hiss in a low voice.

He catches me when I almost stumble back a step, chuckling under his breath. The low and throaty purr he makes is so sexy.

“See, I told you you’d be surprised,” he teases, keeping my hand hostage as though I might bolt.

Even though it’s a sex toy shop, the inside is designed sensually and understatedly. The vibe is inviting and cozy. Past the shock, I’m intrigued to explore. The few toys I own, hidden in my bedside drawer, I purchased online.

Mostly because I don’t think shops like these exist in India.

Much less for women to venture to.

Now, here I am, with a man no less. My eyes are going everywhere at once, heat traveling all over my limbs.

Aisles of every sex toy under the sun are displayed. Dildos, vibrators, BDSM equipment, cuffs, and so much more. Some I recognize, and some are so weird-looking I don’t know what the hell they are. An instructions manual is what I’ll need to work them.

It’s a miracle I haven’t combusted into flames from blushing so furiously.

Meanwhile, Kingston appears right at home.

Cocky and too handsome for his own good.

I jump when a petite woman who looks to be in her thirties emerges from a curtained-off area. Upon seeing Kingston and I, a beautiful smile etches on her face. “Hello, welcome to Boudoir.”

I return an awkward smile, trying to muster my usual confidence. I mean, what the hell am I supposed to say?

Umm, hi, I’m here to buy a dildo, can you show me the best one you have?

Oh no, I hope to God she doesn’t actually recommend us toys. Dirty talk in bed with Kingston is one thing, this is a whole other level.

“We’re going to have a look,” answers Kingston confidently, saving me from making a fool out of myself. “Mind if we keep our bags here?”

“Of course not,” she replies, taking and putting them behind the counter. “I’ll be in the back if you need me.”

As soon as she disappears, a strange thought pops up in my head, and irrational jealousy rears its ugly head. I face Kingston and demand, “Please tell me this isn’t where you bring your dates often.”

He stares at me delightedly, not hiding that he knows I’m acting jealous.

Bringing me closer with an arm around my waist, he tilts my head and brushes his lips over mine. The short hair of his stubble teases me as he says, “I told you I don’t go on dates, Twinkle. You are my first, last, and everything in between. And no, I haven’t brought a woman here. It’s cute you’re jealous, but when I said I’ve been yours since the moment I laid eyes on you, I meant it. Okay?”

I nod, breathing hard like I’ve run a mile. “Okay.”

Crushing our mouths together, he yanks my head back harder and kisses me deeply. He’s unforgiving in the erotic strokes of his tongue, dominating my senses and slanting my face the way he wishes.

My fingers seek purchase on his broad shoulders encased in his leather jacket. When he had emerged, all dressed in a hoodie and leather jacket, paired with denim jeans and his hair still wet from our shower, I had almost climbed him like a tree.

I roam my hands over the hair at the back of his head, kissing him back hard and wet. Caressing his sharp jawline, I suck on his tongue when he allows me. His taste is expensive like whiskey. He steals all my oxygen and I don’t even care, ready to die while high on him.

He doesn’t stop ravaging my mouth until my lips are swollen and bitten. Until I’m dizzy. Until he’s my entire world.

I gasp, heartbeat in my ears when he frees me after nipping at my bottom lip. There’s a moon-shaped imprint on his throat where my nails dug in. I can’t seem to stop marking him. As though my subconscious is in on a secret that I’m in denial about.

“Remember the rule when it’s just us?” His deep voice is decadently dark.

“I’m your slave,” I shyly whisper.

“Good girl.”

I shiver under his praise.

“Go pick a butt plug, put it inside you, and wait for me in the back.”

His filthy command raises goosebumps on my arms and heat in my belly, while I glance nervously at the curtained door.

Grasping my chin, he brings my focus to him. “I own your body, little slave. Don’t make me repeat myself. You have two minutes before I fuck your ass right here and now, making sure you scream loud enough for everyone to hear.”

His threat, which I know isn’t hollow, gets me into action.

I grab the first butt plug I see, feeling Kingston’s hot eyes burning into me, and quickly rush to the back of the store. On my right, I see two trial rooms and step inside one.

My reflection stares back at me, and I look like a woman undone.

There’s a natural glow to my skin that only earth-shattering orgasms can bring. The red dress he chose for me complements the pink blush covering my neck and face. My cleavage peeks from the V-cut and off-the-shoulder style of the dress.

Realizing I only have a minute before he comes in to join me, I unpack the butt plug, wondering how in the hell am I going to explain to the woman about paying for it with an empty package. I’d be too embarrassed to tell her I’m wearing it.

Ugh… this is what I get for wanting to live out my fantasies.

However, I can’t deny the thrill coursing down my spine.

It mixes with a little apprehension when I gape at the size of the plug I chose. I was in such a hurry that I grabbed the biggest one in the shape of an egg with a wide base.

Driven by the submissive need to please Kingston, I lift the skirt of my dress and bunch it around my waist. Dragging my thong and stockings down, I spread my legs and bend, supporting myself against the wall.

I’m so fucking wet, I use it to lube up the plug before slowly pressing it against my asshole. Loose from playing with it earlier, I thrust the plug relentlessly against the muscles until finally, the toy slips in.

I bite my lip to stop my whimper from escaping when it’s seated to the hilt inside. It takes two breaths before I adjust to the feel of it.

The fullness so weird yet pleasing.

I’m still bent over when the curtain to the room is pulled aside and Kingston steps inside. His large, towering frame takes up all the space as he does so. I don’t move and it pleases him from the way his eyes flare.

Slowly trailing his fingers up the back of my thigh, he asks hoarsely, “Is it inside you?”

I nod, right as his fingers reach between the crack of my ass. I shudder violently when he presses against the flat base, pushing the toy deeper. My head drops, hair falling in a curtain, and I moan low, “King.”

He tugs it out an inch and thrusts hard again. Standing behind me, he forces my legs wider with his feet and tilts my hips up. Roughly shoving my dress higher up my back, he rotates the toy until it’s pressing against every nerve ending in my channel.

Thrust.

I moan.

Thrust.

I tremble.

Thrust.

I grind and cry out, “Kingston!”

“Did I say you can be loud, you brat?”

I shut my mouth. The second, I feel his hot breath blow on my pussy. I’ve been so fucking stimulated since this morning, that I flinch when his fingers touch my slit. Wet noises fill the air when he massages the dripping arousal all over my clit to the back of my asshole.

“Don’t move,” he warns.

Something cold and rubbery and slippery presses against my entrance. Oh fuck. Another toy? It feels so big that my pussy fights it.

“Kingston… I-I can’t.”

“Relax for me, darling.” His tongue replaces the toy to lick my slit. Opening me with his fingers, he shoves his tongue inside, ruthlessly fucking me.

I can’t help riding his face.

He groans appreciatively against my core, sending vibrations up my spine. I’m certain he loves eating pussy. I’ve lost count of how many times he spread me open and worshipped my pussy like I’m a meal.

When he rips his mouth away, I whine, chasing his tongue by pushing back.

“Open for your master, Twinkle,” he sharply orders, aiming the toy at my hole and forcing it in with steady and relentless pressure. “Take every fucking inch like you’ll take my fat cock tonight.”

Under his filthy words, my body listens and I let him push the head of the dildo inside me. Once my walls lock around it, Kingston drives it deeper, stretching my pussy like it’s his little fucktoy.

At his mercy, I can do nothing but take and take.

The butt plug moves with the thrusts in my other hole, sending sparks of ecstasy through my system. Tears leak from my eyes when Kingston shoves the dildo home.

“Now, I can’t wait to fill your mouth.”

Wait… What?

My limbs are like jelly as he pushes me into a kneeling position, facing him. I clench against the toys, while blinking up at him. His eyes have glazed over with potent lust.

“You were eager to suck my dick, weren’t you, you cocktease?” he taunts shamelessly, bending and wrenching the top of my dress down until my naked tits spill free.

I stare wide-eyed when he pulls out a set of feathery cuffs from his back pocket.

“Answer me.” He lightly taps my cheek with his fingers.

“Yes, I want to.” I forget all about where we’re at as I beg, “Please.”

“Too bad,” he hums, twisting my arms behind my back and sliding the cuffs on. The sound of the lock clicking into place sends my heart racing. “Because I’m in the mood to fuck your throat until your face is a mess of tears and mascara.”

Unconcerned about doing the walk of shame out of the store, I thrust my breasts out seductively and purr, “Whatever you want, Master.”

“So eager to be used like a whore.” He unbuttons and lowers his zipper, yanking out his hard and pierced cock. Shuffling closer, he strokes the length in his fist. So harsh and fast, I become spellbound.

I’ve been dying to taste him since our shower.

His metal piercings glisten and tempt me every time he pulls at them. I fruitlessly fight against the cuffs. They should have a warning label on these things. They look frilly but their grip is strong.

His purple crown leaks precum, making me lick my lips.

Since when did I become so desperate for cock?

Taking pity on me, Kingston fists my hair and wraps the tresses twice to have me completely at his mercy. This will be no gentle blowjob, where I tease and torment and seduce him.

He’s in charge, aiming to use my mouth and throat as nothing but a cumhole.

Looking straight into my hooded gaze, he runs the tip around the seam of my lips, glossing it with his precum. We both gasp at the contact.

I swipe at the small slit with my tongue, so I don’t miss a single drop.

Narrowing his eyes scornfully, he pulls his cock out of reach. “Open your mouth.”

I obey, even though his vicious expression is making me nervous.

Fervent.

A hell of a lot wet too.

I squeeze around the toys when he slaps my parted lips and cheeks with his dick. He’s so nasty and mean. He makes it so easy to submit to his power. It doesn’t feel like a game, it feels real and raw.

“Wider, Twinkle,” he orders. “Or do you not want my cock in your throat?”

“Don’t stop,” I plead.

“Open wider.”

I stretch my mouth, being a good little slave meant to serve. Hooking a finger in my cheek, I’m rewarded with his spit on my tongue. My insides twist in shock, followed by a blissful need for more.

“Fuck, you loved it, didn’t you?”

The color in my cheeks answers him.

“You’re perfect,” he praises, spitting again. A little dribble down my chin. “I can’t wait anymore.”

His thick cock spears me, stretching my lips even more.

Oh Lord! He’s massive. Throbbing, hard, and silky.

I replace myself short of breath already, vision tunneling when he holds my head still and pushes the first piercing of his ladder against my tongue.

“Breathe, Twinkle,” he groans, cursing under his breath. “Such a hot fuckhole. Your mouth was made to suck cock, little slave.”

“Mmm.” My voice is garbled as I struggle with his size.

“Don’t choke yet,” he barks. “I’m not even halfway in. We’re not leaving until you take me to the back of your little throat.”

My nails dig into my wrists as I focus on breathing through my nose.

Withdrawing once, my saliva stretches in a thin rope between his cockhead and my lips. Hooking a finger into the inside of both my cheeks, he savagely thrusts back in.

He.

Keeps.

Going.

One by one, his piercings and slippery shaft fill my mouth, past my gag reflex and to my throat. I shift restlessly on my knees and I’m destroyed from electric sensations everywhere at once. As vowed, he owns every single hole I have.

My ass is plugged.

My pussy is throbbing around a fake cock.

And my mouth is being brutally fucked by his dick.

Just as I’m dancing between the fine line of enjoying this and passing out, he hurtles my body into another shocking sensation.

The dildo deep inside my walls vibrates, sending erotic sparks to my clit.

“Mhmmm,” I moan, shuddering with my eyes closed.

“You’re going to come with me,” he rasps, slamming his cock deep with his balls slapping against my chin.

“King,” I sob, when he pulls out.

I’m only given a short reprieve before he’s deep throating me again, his grip the only anchor keeping me upright. Trapping me between his feet on the outside of my knees, he bobs my mouth on his pulsing hard-on.

Tears and drool and mascara run down my face.

Dripping down to my breasts that are hanging out.

His thrusts, causing them to bounce.

“Do you like my taste, hmm? Gonna swallow my seed?”

My jaw aches, yet I keep moaning like a wanton slut. I take his ruthless pace, choking and gasping on his length.

It drives him wild.

“Every time you pushed me away and acted like a bitch on our first date, I wanted to do this,” he confesses, upping the speed of the vibrator. “Take you in the restroom, push you down on your knees, and fuck your bratty little mouth.” Lodging himself deep, his lips curl in a dirty smirk. “You probably would’ve gotten off on it.”

His smug taunt ignites a sharp ache in my pussy.

“I’m going to take it all out on your cunt while you beg for forgiveness.”

The ache twists into an intense pressure.

I’m held captive by his chocolaty and lust-drunk pupils as he thrusts back and forth between my swollen lips. I suck every time he bottoms out, earning a pleasured sigh and long groans. Running my tongue on the underside, I lick his Jacob’s ladder.

“Christ! Look at you being a slutty cocksucker.”

Dragging his hand to my breast, he gropes and tugs at my nipples.

“Come for Master, little whore,” he commands, sensing I’m about to fall over the edge. “Come so I can give you my cum. Now, Twinkle.”

Blinding ecstasy tears me apart and I climax, grinding on the toys.

I climax so fucking hard, I see stars.

Fisting my hair, he loses control and pumps his cock repeatedly in my throat. I stare raptly at his chiseled face, his eyes thinning into slits and jaw locking tight just as his thrusts become jerky and uneven.

His shaft swells harder.

On the final plunge, my nose stabs against his groin and his first spurt erupts in my mouth. My lungs burn as he grinds and climaxes for long seconds.

I gulp each gush of his salty and tart cum.

There’s so much of it.

Some of it overflows out of my mouth when he finally withdraws. My forehead rests on his thigh as I pant rapidly. His breathing matching mine from above.

I feel treasured when he massages my head.

“You did so good, my precious slave,” he murmurs, kneeling beside me. Twisting me away from him, he carefully pulls out the dildo and the butt plug. Aftershocks lace my body.

I float in subspace, the adrenaline now coming down hard.

He places me on his lap, cocooning me into his strong arms. I bury my face against his neck, inhaling his spicy scent.

I don’t know how long we stay like this when slowly, I become aware of my surroundings. It hits me like a ton of bricks.

“Oh God! How are we going to walk out?” I whisper-hiss, burning bright red. “There’s no way she didn’t hear us, Kingston.”

“I don’t think we’re the first ones to make out in these rooms,” he jokes.

“Who even has a trial room at a sex toy store?” I murmur, suddenly replaceing it funny. “It’s like an open invitation for horny people.”

Kingston laughs and I smile at the sound that is slowly becoming my favorite.

Standing up, he pulls me to my feet and adjusts my dress until I’m decent. Pulling out a handkerchief, he cleans my face. Though, I’m sure it won’t work to hide the fact I got my face fucked.

“Any chance she has a restroom too?” I grumble.

“Don’t think so, darling.” Kissing my lips softly, he says, “I think I saw wipes; I’ll get them. Stay here.”

“Okay.”

He returns a minute later and dabs one underneath my eyes, where I’m guessing the mascara smeared.

Such a boyfriendly thing to do.

After another swipe at my cheek, he throws it in the bin in the corner.

“I don’t think I can meet her eyes when we pay for all this,” I say, embarrassed. “I’m going to hide behind you.”

“Making me your shield?”

“Absolutely.”

“Good. Because I’ve picked a few more gifts that I want to keep a surprise.”

“More?” I squeal.

Wrapping his arms around my waist and tugging me against his chest, he heatedly whispers in my ear, “Absolutely.”