‘Tis the season of Wicked Deeds (A Holiday romance Book 1)
‘Tis the season of Wicked Deeds: Chapter 28

Cinching the long overcoat tighter around my body, I knock on the door.

The light wind blowing through the balcony ruffles my hair, sending a shiver skating down my spine.

On the other side, I hear slow and measured footsteps approaching.

The butterflies in my stomach flutter in wicked anticipation while my toes curl in my high heels. It’s the least daring item in my ensemble.

The knob twists.

My breath hitches.

The door opens wide and I teeter on my heels, the oxygen knocking out of my lungs. Kingston—or shall I say my John since I’m roleplaying as his escort—fills the doorway with his impressive frame in a formfitting suit.

One he lied about not having earlier in the day.

Sneaky man.

He hasn’t missed a single thing to fulfill my heart’s desires. Kingston is a sight to behold in his white dress shirt, black vest, and jacket with a matching tie in a perfect knot. The buckle of his belt glints as I let my gaze roam lower, greedy for every inch of him. He looks like he’s on his way to work. Except, his hair is in disarray, with a few strands falling over his temple, making his features sinful and lazy after a day of hard work.

Meanwhile, I’m here to relieve his stress in whatever filthy way he hungers for.

He stares at me with cold, impassive eyes.

For a moment, I feel nothing more than a passing fancy, with him acting the part of a rich stranger sizing up his paid whore for the night.

“May I come in, Mr. King?” My seductive voice carries in the air between us.

He quietly shifts to the side, letting me pass, but only gives an inch of space. My body brushes against his enticingly, feeling his already hard cock.

The moment I’m inside, the lock clicks into place.

“Take off your coat.”

No casual greeting or chivalrous pretense.

No seduction.

Just a firm command.

Untying the knot in the middle, I slip it down my shoulders and let it puddle on the floor. Nothing happens for the longest time except for my slowly rising breaths. The burning fireplace in the corner of the living room heats my already hot body.

I wait for his second command.

It doesn’t come.

I shiver at his warmth teasing my back as he steps close. I inhale his earthy scent, fighting the urge to glance over at him. He hasn’t spoken more than two words to me, and my nipples are already pebbled and my panties is all soaked.

A calloused touch in the middle of my spine startles me.

It travels down to the top of my ass tortuously slow.

I hiss under my breath.

In a flash, it disappears and Kingston presses himself flush against me. Every soft curve I possess molds to his hard ones. His rock-solid cock taunts against the curve of my ass, tempting me to grind against it. To free it from its confines and thrust down on it.

However, his tight-knit dominion on my mind and body holds me shackled.

His steady breath feathers over my head and I feel his eyes burning into me, trailing over my illicit state. Without the protection of my coat, I might as well be naked.

He’s tall enough to see my heavy breasts spilling crudely over the neckline of my cupless bustier. The bustier is a naughty gift from him, reminding me I’m his plaything for tonight.

It’s an erotic union of my fantasies and his.

Two halves uniting into one through kinky debauchery.

Encircling one arm around my stomach, he drags the flat of his palm upward to cup the underside of my left breast possessively. Squeezing and fondling it roughly, he raises it higher and runs the pad of his thumb over my nipple.

“My little whore knows to obey,” he hums in approval. After groping my other breast, he continues his inspection by inching his hand down. I spread my legs voluntarily and stifle a moan when his fingers come in contact with my bare pussy through the crotchless panties attached to a garter belt. “Good. It’s your holes I’m interested in tonight. Nothing more.” Dipping one finger between my folds, he rubs it up and down before taunting me with a derisive chuckle, “You obviously love the thought.”

My gaze goes hooded when he wipes his sticky finger across my lips, painting them in my essence.

Leaving me bereft, he strides to the bar in the corner and pours himself a drink. Snapping his fingers at his feet, he commands, “Come here.”

I do as I’m told. As soon as I’m close, he picks me up and sets me on the wide counter and shoves my legs apart. His eyes are an inky pool of darkness. The flirty and protective man who took me on a romantic date yesterday has vanished. Standing before me is a sadistic predator in a bespoke suit.

“Play with your cunt,” he orders coldly. “Show me if it’s worth the obscene amount of money I’m spending on it.”

“Yes, Mr. King,” I whisper, continuing our charade, and slip my hand to my pussy. “I’m here to serve you any way you desire.”

When he steps between my legs to watch closely, I rest my ankles on his shoulders and make a V with my fingers, exposing my pink flesh. A muscle twitches beneath his stubbled jaw when I use my free hand to stroke my swollen clit.

The intensity of his stare combined with my hand flicking my nub rough and hard elicits little sounds from my lips. I circle and massage my slit, increasing the friction until it becomes too much to bear, yet not enough for me to stop.

“My cunt feels so empty,” I whimper. Kingston’s feral orbs flash to mine. “How many fingers should I put in, Mr. King?”

“As many as your slutty cunt can take.”

I thrust two to the knuckle, moaning loudly. His gaze once again zeros in on my wet heat and he watches as I finger fuck myself. On my next thrust, I enter a third finger and my walls stretch to accommodate the intrusion.

“Nobody’s fucked you hard enough if you’re fighting to fit three fingers,” he mocks, staring so raptly that goosebumps dance on my skin.

“Maybe you can.”

“If you want to take my cock without crying and begging me to stop before I’m halfway in, push another finger.”

I do sob every time he stretches me around his girth.

There’s no denying his piercings wreak havoc, leaving destruction in its wake.

Rubbing my clit faster until more arousal drips out, I obey his command and force four knuckles past my clenching core. My rhythm slows down as I push in and out.

“Take them deeper, slut.”

I pull out and thrust hard, biting my lip. “Like this?”

“Yes.”

“Do you think I can fit your cock now without crying?”

“Fuck no,” he growls dangerously. “I want you to hurt and cry, all the while taking every inch of my dick like the filthy whore you are. You sold all your tight little holes to me, didn’t you? You’re nothing but my fucktoy. Mine to use, bruise, and toy with.”

“Yes, I’m your whore,” I cry out, riding my hand with my head thrown back. I’m so lost chasing the high that I jerk when something hard and chilly presses against my ass. My eyes snap open and my pussy clenches when I see him holding an ice cube.

I gasp when he rubs it around the opening of my ass. “Mr. King.”

“Keep going.”

Concentrating while he traces my rim with the cold-as-hell ice cube proves to be quite difficult. He’s smartly using my position against me, knowing I can’t go anywhere.

I’m at his mercy.

He keeps rolling it, causing an opposite sensation to the ones my fingers give until the cube melts. Picking another, he teases my puckered hole and just as I shove my knuckles inside my pussy, he thrusts the unforgiving ice cube into my asshole.

“Oh God! Fuck!” My muscles try to push it out, burning from the inside but he viciously stabs his thumb inside too.

“No. Keep it in and feel.”

“It hurts.”

Slapping my clit, he barks, “Fuck your pussy.”

Scared of his punishment, I whimper and obey him. Soon, the hot and cold sensation converges into a blissful, pleasurable pain.

“Such a good slut,” he praises and slides another ice cube into my spasming channel. Picking another, he rubs it over my clit. A shudder electrocutes my entire body when he bends his head and blows over the tip.

“King!”

His tongue lashes and swipes at my little nerves mercilessly. Trailing lower, he stiffens it and pushes into my forbidden hole, tasting me deep. The ache building into a powerful orgasm in my womb reaches its peak. A second before it can blind me, my hand is torn away.

Rough hands grasp my waist and yank my front flush against a clothed and firm chest. My nipples scrape over the soft material when he carries me across the room to the couch.

My feet touch the carpet only for a nanosecond before I’m bent over the arm of the couch. The whooshing sound of him unclasping his belt and unzipping his pants pierces the air before I’m screaming his name as he fills my pussy in one stroke.

That’s all it takes for me to shatter around his cock.

The orgasm, splintering me into a million pieces.

“Nasty little slut.” I hear him chuckle over the blinding pleasure. “Soaked. Tight. Choking my fat cock.”

He drives into my spasming walls without a care. Rough grunts slip from his lips, mixing with my moans. Tilting my hips until I’m lifted off the ground, my face smashing into the cushion, he sets a violent pace that has stars dancing behind my eyes.

“You’re a desperate little thing, aren’t you?” he taunts, a stinging slap landing on my ass. “Coming like a whore without permission.” Fisting my hair, he tugs my head back and our eyes lock. “You hungry for any man’s cock or only mine?”

“Yours.” Spank.

“Whose dirty little cumslut are you?”

“Yours, Mr. King.” Spank.

“Who owns yours pussy?”

“Only you.” Spank.

The palm delivering sharp slaps to my poor ass runs upward to pinch both my nipples, drawing a cry from my lips. At the same time, he spits on my parted mouth like I’m nothing but a cheap slut. Gripping my cheeks, he squeezes and does it again.

Until I have no choice but to swallow.

I lick an errant drop from the corner of my mouth, making his pupils dilate in carnal lust. “Pathetic little slut, doing anything for a quick buck. Let’s see just how shameless you are.”

Using his grip in my long strands, he turns me around to face him and forces me to kneel. Towering over me, so large and sinful in his black suit, I feel small and submissive.

Every little difference between us makes my head spin with lust.

Our height.

Our strength.

If he wishes, he could easily overpower me and take my body as ruthlessly as he craves. In all the chances I’ve given him, he never has. Even when he’s out of control and ruled by his own animalistic urges.

“What are you looking at? Work that mouth on my dick,” he sneers, all mean. “Taste how much your little pussy soaked me.”

I wrap my hand around the base and seal my lips around the crown, sucking hard until I taste our combined juices. As he leaks precum into my mouth, I bob my head up and down, closing my eyes as I worship his cock.

Above me, I hear him discard his suit jacket.

Not wanting to miss the striptease, I watch through hooded eyes as he rolls his sleeves, baring his inked arms. He looks so strict and ravishing, I leak down my thighs and onto the floor.

Popping him out of my mouth, I lick the underside of his shaft, rolling my tongue around his ladder. The bold move causes him to throb in my grip.

Pulling out his heavy ball sack from his pants, I cup them before taking one in my wet mouth. His strong, masculine scent fills my nostrils. I hum around him, pumping his length with both hands.

Just as I feel his sack pull taut, he yanks me off him.

I whine in disappointment.

“I own you.” He smacks my cheek with his cock. “I control you.” Slapping my lips with the tip, he grits out, “You take what I give you.”

Tucking his erection, much to my dismay, he whips out his belt.

My heartbeat stutters in fear and desire.

“Turn around and get on all fours.”

Swallowing nervously at the sadistic expression in his dark eyes, I obey by getting on trembling hands and knees. I tense, waiting for the blow.

He runs the smooth leather up my thigh, toying with my head.

“This is for coming without permission,” he growls. The belt disappears and returns with a resounding crack on my spanked ass.

“Ahhh!” I scream at the biting pain.

“Stay still.”

“Please.” Smack! “I’m sorry.” Smack! “Please. God!” Smack!

The blows come thrice more and the pain sends me into subspace. Even as every inch of my body throbs, I replace myself arching back and asking for more. Despite this, my pussy aches, feeling empty as it pulses its own beat.

“Beautiful painslut,” he rasps gutturally. “Mine.”

“Ahh!” I fall when he perfectly strikes right on my vulnerable asshole. I stay sobbing on the floor, craving a cock and a finger on my clit. His degrading treatment is fogging my brain with magnificent lust. His brutality is making me want to come.

I crave this.

The need to be used.

My body is nothing but a vessel to satiate his lust.

The sound of his belt hitting the ground startles me. A corded arm curls around my waist and flips me onto my back. A hungry mouth crashes onto mine, thrusting his tongue past my lips and kissing me deeply.

I grip Kingston’s hair, tugging as he plunders my mouth with rough strokes of his tongue. The kiss is wild, wet, and filthy. His hands aren’t idle either, fondling my breasts, pulling and groping. They flick and pinch my nipples until they’re red and sore.

When it’s not enough, his fingers hastily unzip my bustier from the side and he tears it away from my body. Lifting himself off me, he tears off the panties and the garter belt with expert hands until I’m naked and panting beneath him.

He’s still clothed in his dress shirt and pants.

I don’t voice my displeasure.

Whores don’t get a say.

I love the contrast and the power exchange.

Taking in my hooded eyes, he captures my throat. “The night isn’t over until I get my money’s worth.”