‘Tis the season of Wicked Deeds (A Holiday romance Book 1)
‘Tis the season of Wicked Deeds: Chapter 22

Kneeling at Kingston’s feet, I’m trussed up in jewels and toys.

Every single one of them different than the ones he used on me at the shop.

I blush, thinking about how he made me crawl across the bedroom to the dresser to get and bring them to him.

Standing above me in nothing but his unbuttoned pants with his cock tucked in, he makes a drool-worthy picture of a sinful lord. The black inked tattoos, the corded muscles of his chest dusted with hair, and strong arms. Tousled hair falling over his forehead, giving a dangerous edge.

A necklace—half leather and half chain—is locked around my neck. The ends of the chain have two small clips. For what—I don’t know. I’m both nervous and aroused to replace out.

My achingly hard nipples are trapped evilly between clamps with a chain in the middle connecting them. The weight of it dangling between my breasts tugs at my poor tips and I tremor from the pain, forcing myself to stay still.

Except, a slim and long dildo is lodged deep in my ass, making it difficult. Every time Kingston’s hand brushes or ghosts over my body, I clench around it involuntarily.

Thank God, it doesn’t have a secret vibrator.

Or I’d be a sobbing mess on the floor.

His cock is long and hard beneath his pants, the engorged head peeking out the waistband, and it’s because he’s loving every second of my squirming.

A taunting glint blazes in his pupils.

“Close your eyes,” he commands with a tug at the clamp’s chain.

I bite at the sudden pain, sucking in a sharp gasp as I obey him. I listen for what he’s putting on me next—low-key terrified—but he’s one step ahead of me and yanks at the chain again.

Harder and more vicious.

“King!” I try to pull away, futilely protecting myself from the stinging pain.

He twists his wrist, until my nipples are throbbing with their own heartbeat, and scolds, “It’s Master or Sir.”

“Sir, please.” I gulp, tasting saltiness on my tongue. “It hurts.”

“Breathe.”

He relaxes his grip as I inhale and exhale. My breasts still hurt but I’m able to enjoy and bask in the pain. While I’m distracted with my vision dark, he finishes his task and I hear a soft click.

“Look at me,” he softly permits.

Opening my eyes, I blink and turn a dark shade of crimson when I catch his fist curled around a long silver leash. I swear I come a little just by watching him hold it so authoritatively. A moan frees from my lips when he pulls and there’s a matching sensation at the base of my throat.

I gaze down below at the latch connecting the leash to the choker on my neck.

“My pretty little slave slut,” Kingston says in a guttural tone. “Now get on those hands and crawl. Show me how horny this is making you.”

I’m leaking on the rug-covered floor at being dolled up as he sees fit.

He hasn’t left an inch of me untouched.

I lower my hands and arch my back as I crawl forward. The position is hell on my clamped nipples, silently begging for mercy.

Kingston strokes his erection over his pants and I feel empowered when a wet spot forms on the front. He’s just as affected as I am.

“Bounce those tits for me.”

God! It’s so dirty and I feel like a pole dancer as I give him a show. His primal gaze locks on them and he licks his lips.

Just as I’m about to reach him, he steps back. The leash pulling taut. Controlling me with it, he walks toward the bed while I crawl after him. The dildo inside my ass shifts and hits a spot that falters my pace.

“Did I tell you to stop?” Kingston snaps. “Lower your eyes and keep crawling until I tell you otherwise.”

Afraid of receiving one of his cruel punishments, I stare submissively to the floor and crawl again dutifully, the need to please him overpowering my senses. I’ve never felt more alive and sensual in my entire life.

My heart rate kicks up when we stop and his feet turn around to face me. Still, I don’t lift my head.

“Such an obedient little pet.” Cupping my chin, he raises my head and runs his thumb on my lips, smearing the lipstick even more. I keep my eyes lowered, knowing it’s a test. A second later, I hear his pleased sigh. His voice is in awe as he speaks, “You love being a little slave, don’t you? Desperate to be owned by a man. Look at me.”

I lick his thumb before answering, “Yes, only by you.”

His jaw clenches scarily.

His hand drops.

Legs spread, he sits on the edge of the bed and rests his free hand on his thigh. “Play with your pussy.”

The leash stretches as I lean back, my legs falling open lewdly so every inch is bared for his salacious view. Without looking away, I use two fingers to trace my slit and dip them inside. I rub circles on my swollen clit and can’t control myself before thrusting the fingers inside.

There’s no shame as I masturbate in front of him.

I love his attention.

His filth.

The erotic and nasty demands from his lips.

“Do you like it, Master?” I rasp, moaning and spreading my pussy folds with my other hand so he can see how I’m fucking myself deep and hard. “Am I pleasing you?”

A muscle tics in his jaw as I test his restraint.

“Am I being your good little slave slut?”

He palms his hard-on, taunting, “What does it look like?”

“Can I please see your cock? It makes me so wet,” I beg teasingly. “It’ll help me come so hard.”

A grown emanates from his chest and he whips out his length, fisting and stroking it angrily. The head moist with liquid.

“Thank me, you horny slut.”

Fingering myself harder, I cry out, “Thank you, Master.”

“Fuck your ass with the dildo,” he hoarsely says, his attention between my thighs. “I want to hear the wet noises.”

Sucking my fingers clean while he curses low, I tug at the base of the toy. It’s like my ass doesn’t want it out because I have to relax my muscles and push it out.

My eyes close at the sensation.

In the next second, pain erupts across my chest and my eyes shoot open in time to see Kingston holding the chain between my breasts.

“Eyes on me while you play for me.”

“I’m sorry, I won’t close them.”

“Force the toy in to the hilt.”

I thrust it deep and whimper, “Ahh…”

“Keep riding it and don’t you dare come.”

“But—”

“Your body is my personal fucktoy,” he cuts me off. “You’ll do as I say.”

Without warning, he unclamps my nipples and I scream when all the blood rushes to my tips at once. I have to squeeze my legs together to not accidently come.

I wait for the wave to pass before fucking my hole with the dildo.

“Harder, slave,” he scolds. “I know you like it rougher than that. Fuck yourself like the slut you are.”

“Yes.”

The desire in his eyes combined with his hand stroking his thickness is skyrocketing my lust. The tattoos on his arm, swirling in a dance. Every inch of him is virile and massive and strong.

He wields so much power when he fucks me like a beast.

“Can I please stop?” I beg. “I’m going to come, Sir.”

“Not yet.”

Tears of frustration roll in a stream down my cheeks. My wrist aches from pushing the slippery toy in and out. There’s no resisting from my muscles as it accepts the invasion with hunger.

The pressure in my womb becomes intense by the minute.

“Stop,” grunts Kingston and he pulls me up by the leash, the dildo all forgotten as it’s thrown aside. He drags my panting mouth to his dick and slips the head on my tongue, groaning maddeningly. “Just suck without making me come. Worship it. Show how thankful you are for your master’s cock.”

His command is music to my tears.

I hum around his length and take it as deep as I can. His addictive taste exploding on my tongue draws out a moan. The vibration makes him thrust up. I don’t waste my chance to memorize his dick.

With vigor and greedy hands, I span his shaft at the base and bob my head up and down. The little window of power fogs my head, and I relax my throat, sinking my lips down his piercings.

They brought me nothing but rapture when they thrusted and rubbed inside my pussy. I was scared they might tear me for no reason.

“Nice and slow, little slave,” he warns, brushing his fingers down my curls. “Or I’ll nut in your mouth and I’d rather fill your pussy with my cum.”

Desperate for the latter, I ease the pace and push my tongue in the little slit leaking precum. He tastes so good, I suckle on the crown, wanting more of his salty seed.

Ecstatic and low sounds leave his mouth, letting me know how much he’s loving my efforts. It seems we’re both addicted to giving each other head.

I chance a glance up at him and the wildness shadowing his angular face is nothing short of striking.

Licking the underside of his veined girth, I roll my tongue around his balls. When I wrap my lips around one, his gaze becomes heavy-lidded. I gently suck, and he exhales roughly.

“You’re so goddamn hungry for cock,” he taunts when I lick the soft skin between his balls.

“I’m only hungry for my Master’s cock,” I murmur.

“Suck it then, until your throat hurts,” he viciously commands. It’s deliciously filthy, and music to my ears. “Until you’re choking on it. Spit on it.”

Circling his length at the base, I spit with a loud smack. His hand wraps over mine and he strokes himself with our combined grip.

His shaft is even more tempting.

The Jacob’s ladder, glinting with my spit.

Pushing me back before I can wrap my lips around him, he rises to his full height and tsks, “All fours.”

I glance longingly at the bed and he catches where my attention has gone.

“You have your whole life ahead of you to be fucked boring and missionary on the bed. While you’re doing that years later, you’ll think about all the times I fucked you like an animal on the floor, against the door, and on the kitchen island. You’ll be wishing to be conquered by me. Your master, who will always own you.”

With the leash, he forces me to crawl across the room to the dresser with a mirror in the corner.

“Kneel.”

His short and impassive commands climb me higher and higher to the soaring pinnacle of submission, until every pore of my corrupted soul is enveloped in his ownership. I feel like I’m floating on a cloud, trusting him to catch me if I fall.

I glance down at myself. Every inch of my skin is covered in his marks.

My nipples are raw and bruised. Handprints darken my hip bones where he gripped my flesh while fucking me downstairs. There are faint scratch marks from his trimmed beard all over my neck and the tops of my breasts.

“Part your lips.” His command yanks me out of my musings.

I don’t pay attention to his hand and instead obey him until the gag enters my line of vision. And it’s not just any gag, but one with a ring in the middle to keep my mouth wide open for whatever he wants to do.

Unlike every time, there’s no fear, only shock he had it hidden until now.

Silently, he secures it around my face and my lips are pulled apart to maximum capacity. I remind myself to breathe through my nose, lest I want to pass out.

A spark travels to my clit when he slants my head back and spits inside.

My eyes light up in excitement at the thought of him finally fucking me, but he picks up the pair of leather cuffs with a chain keeping them attached. I’m confused for a second when he asks me to lift my wrists and slides them on.

Understanding dawns on me, bringing a rush of heat to my cheeks at his kinky mind, when he attaches them to the long chains of my choker. I realize I’m in a trap because when I pull at my wrists, the collar tightens around my neck.

He grins dangerously and warns, “Don’t pull too hard.”

It’s almost a dare and a threat because I just know he will do something to make it impossible for me to keep my hands still.

Then he goes to prove it.

Ignoring me like I’m nothing but a hole, he grabs the sides of my head and thrusts his massive length to the back of my throat.

My ring gag allowing him full control.

Spittle runs down my chin in a sloppy mess. My tears mix with mascara as he rams his cock repeatedly.

“Squeeze your tits,” he grunts, buried deep, blackening my vision for a second.

I’ve barely gulped in oxygen and cupped my breasts when he plows my innocent mouth again. I choke. But I can’t ignore the goosebumps lacing my skin.

The rising ache in my pussy.

The urge to be filled.

I pinch and pull at my nipples, loving him losing control as he watches. I’m bound and gagged for his use. A glory hole. His naughty slave.

Just when I think he’ll come, he pulls out but doesn’t remove my gag.

“Stand up.” He tugs at the leash.

I rise on jelly legs and before I can replace my footing, he turns and bends me over the dresser with my palms slapping on the surface.

A scream rips through my throat when his cock impales me in one brutal shove.

“K-Kiingg.” His name comes out garbled. The mean gag, restricting my speech.

My whole body jerks forward from the impact.

Then, it’s rocking rhythmically like a rag doll as he drills into my pussy, grunting like a beast behind me. When my head drops from the onslaught of sensations, he yanks it back by fisting a handful of my hair.

Our eyes meet in the mirror.

I don’t recognize myself.

Or him. There’s no sign of the same gentleman who fed me breakfast and took me to meet his family.

Just a demonic Master enjoying his slave’s holes.

I’m a canvas of his beautiful marks. His toys.

His large and sexy, tatted frame looms behind, crowding me. Groping my right breast as leverage, he powers into my hole harder and deeper.

“Touch your clit.”

I must have forgotten about the cuffs attached to the chocker in my lust-filled haze, because it tightens when my fingers come into contact with the hood of my clit. Dizziness overwhelms me, and broken moans slip from my gagged mouth as I flick at the nerves.

“Watch my dick split you open, Twinkle,” he taunts in my ear. “Do you want me to bruise your cunt? You’re dripping down to my balls, dirty slave.”

Twisting my nipple, he pounds into me without a care.

Light flashes behind my eyes when his piercings drag along my walls. I strum my clit harder, spanking it with my fingers.

Kingston growls in appreciation.

“Shameless slut. Don’t you dare come.”

Keeping my cunt impaled on his dick, he picks me up around the waist. It happens so quickly that the next thing I know, I’m once again forced on all fours on the floor as he’s spears my channel. Shoving my cuffed wrists over my head and pinning them down, he slides his free hand to my pussy.

Smack.

Smack.

Smack.

The orgasm bursts through my veins and I shatter on his thrusting cock. I shudder and fight against his hold. The power of my climax, too much at once. I fall limp to the floor when I come down.

He’s still not finished.

How is he still hard?

The first time feels like a warm-up compared to this moment.

It’s like he’s never going to stop.

Flipping me onto my back, he licks my neck and bites down on my collarbone. His hips, slapping against my sensitive pussy.

I wrap my thighs around his waist as he forces my pussy down on him on every upward thrust.

I’m thrashing under him when he shocks me by fucking my mouth with the dildo I had in my ass.

“Take it deep.”

It tastes of my arousal.

Taboo and filthy.

He plunges it into my throat in tune to his cock thrusting in my cunt. It’s when I come again from the sensory overload that he removes both the toy and the gag.

“Kingston!” I cry out, my voice hoarse and barely audible.

“You’re doing so good, little slave,” he rasps against my lips, kissing around them softly. “I’m going to give you so much of my cum. You need it, don’t you?”

“Yes, so much.”

“So perfect. So obedient. It makes me want to put you in a cage,” he whispers darkly, a twist to his lips. “Since I don’t have one, you’ll have to settle for the next best thing. After all, you belong on the floor. I’ll make you earn the privilege of sleeping beside me on the bed.”

His crazy and carnal words light a fire in my soul.

My body.

My heart.

“Master! I can’t take it anymore.”

“Don’t make me put the gag on you again,” he threatens, rutting hard. Once. Twice. “Let me fuck it as long as I want. It’s. My. Cunt.”

“Oh God!”

“It’s.” Thrust. “Oh.” Thrust. “Master.” Thrust.

“I can’t. I can’t. I can’t,” I chant incoherently, and it makes him animalistic. Choking my throat, he shoves his tongue between my lips and kisses me savagely. Not quite satisfied with just a kiss, he forces my mouth open again and sucks on my tongue.

With it, his thrusts become punishingly harsher.

Five more strokes before they become erratic and shallow.

Biting down on my jaw, he finally stops deep inside and swells. Grinding and rolling his hips, he digs his nails into my ass and finishes in hot, stabbing spurts.

I feel every single stream of his seed flooding my pussy.

It’s fucking divine.

Forget him, I’m addicted to the feel of his bare dick inside me. It’s intimate and raw and so forbidden.

“Fuck!” Kingston moans, as wave upon wave of euphoric bliss ripples through his body.

We pant and cling to each other in the aftermath.

“No,” I whisper when he attempts to pull out. “Don’t, please. Stay inside.”

“Thank fuck,” he whispers back.