Free All She Wants For Christmas Is Her Dom by Stacey Kennedy

 
     
    Chapter One
     
     
    The suite in the Castillo Lodge far exceeded Blake’s expectations. Rustic in appearance with log walls, hardwood panel floors, and the rich scent of evergreens filling the air, it was exactly what he requested and fit the mood for a Christmas getaway. The room delighted him, but the woman who stood before him enchanted him more.
    He led the blindfolded Taryn over to the four-poster wooden bed with a quilt on top and placed her hands on the railing over the footboard. “I suggest you present yourself.” She bent over, spread her long, sexy legs, and angled her hips to expose her ass decorated by a thong. Her straight brown locks hung loosely down her back, covering the crimson lace bra that looked lovely against her pale skin. “Nicely done.”
    Her chest rose and fell quickly. Nervous? The thought only lingered on his mind a moment—no one paired with him would hold anxieties. As a Dom, he demanded much of his submissives. He needed them to be strong and obedient. And Madame Eve, a matchmaker out of Las Vegas who had arranged the encounter, had been well aware of that fact. As he examined her more closely, he equated her reaction to being aroused, and relished the thought that his mere presence caused her reaction.
    “I’m here to please you, Sir.”
    The fire in the large stone fireplace on the far side of the large room cast a lovely glow over her skin. “Your desire to entice me is working.” He pressed his hard cock against the seam of her ass to declare she hadn’t been the only one affected. “I appreciate you addressing me with such respect, but for now, we can do without it. I’d advise, though, to use the term when you believe I want to hear it.” He rubbed himself against her and held back his groan. “Is my cock what you want?”
    “My pussy aches for you.”
    He chuckled before he moved away and saw her stance falter. “That kind of pleasure you’ll have to earn.”
    She proved she was a skilled submissive as she recovered her position without pause. “I want to earn it, Sir.”
    He strode toward his bag on the floor by the stone fireplace and took out his flogger. She tensed as he flicked his hand to allow her to hear the sound of the tails whooshing through the air. “Do you have a safe word, my pet?”
    “Marshal.”
    He positioned himself behind her and trailed the flogger over her backside. “Explain why that word holds significance?” He smacked her ass with a hard hit to test her limits.
    “I’m a U.S. Marshal in Texas.” She groaned. “Supervisory Deputy to be exact.”
    He ran the flogger over her bottom again to tease her. “Is that why the submissive role appeals to you, because of the job you hold?”
    “It feels wonderful to give up the control I carry in my day-to-day life.” She moaned as he issued another hit. “And I enjoy being punished.”
    He’d already known she enjoyed pain play. Madame Eve had sent him an extensive list of her limits, but he preferred learning for himself where those limits were drawn. “How long have you lived the BDSM lifestyle?”
    “Five years.” She squeaked as he delivered a hard hit on her back then let the tails of the flogger tickle down the sweet cheeks of her ass.
    “But you haven’t had a lifestyle Dom?”
    “I—” She paused. “I’d prefer not to discuss it.”
    Unacceptable . He hit hard twice. She bowed her head and cringed. “I didn’t ask what you preferred. Answer the question.”
    She breathed deep as he hit lightly along her thighs. “I did have someone, but not anymore.”
    “Would he be jealous that I’m your Dom tonight?”
    “I’d imagine he would be.” She gasped when he flogged her on the shoulders and continued down her back.
    “I suppose then, I’ll need to leave my mark on you for all to see, so they’re well aware who you belong to now.” He hit harder.
    Her flesh turned a lovely shade of red, but he knew she could take more. He needed to up the intensity and push