Free Toys from Santa by Lexie Davis Page B

tug her around to face him. Each hand slid over her ass and lifted her from the ground. She loved it when he held her. His arms around her gave more than protection or comfort. They gave her a kind of intimacy she’d never known she needed or wanted. And it was the simple things she enjoyed the most. Lying with him on the couch while they watched a scary movie and shared a bowl of popcorn. When she screamed, he laughed and pulled her even closer to him, limbs entwined. Or when they took walks together, hand in hand through vineyards, and shared a bottle of his favorite wine. He was always touching her, holding her, and silently confirming how much he loved her.
    “We’re going back home for my birthday, remember? We might get arrested at the airport if you stuffed that outfit in your carry-on bag.”
    “I love you, Dane.” She smiled. “You can’t possibly even know how much.”
    “Oh, yes I do.” He kissed her. “Because I love you the same.”
    The doorbell rang. Jenny gave him one last kiss before she pulled away from him to answer it.
     
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    Her party lasted from six until eight, and she was happy with the total sales. Dane wasn’t expected until nine, and she spent most of the time cleaning up the mess and getting ready for him. She went into their room and pulled out the costume. She hated that he’d found it but was glad all the same. She stripped off her dress clothes and pulled on the skimpy outfit, silently wishing she bought a bigger size, since her body was squeezed into the spandex-like material.
    In the front were buttons and an oversized belt. She left most of the buttons undone and looped the handcuffs over the belt. The costume came with a hat, as well, something she spent a good five minutes positioning on her head in front of the mirror. She was completely ready when the garage door went up. Getting into her role, she forced the smile from her face. Dane didn’t know what he had coming.
    “Jenny?” he called as soon as he came into the house. “Where are you?”
    He stepped inside the bedroom, and that was when she closed the door, surrounding them in darkness.
    “Pants down, hands on the bed, sir. You’ve been caught in violation, and I’m here to see that justice is served.”
    She smiled when the rattling of his belt and then the soft rasp of his zipper filled the silence. “What did I do, ma’am?”
    “You left the house this morning without giving me an orgasm. You’re lucky I don’t lock you up and throw away the key.” Her giggles were soft, and she hoped he didn’t hear them. Jenny shifted, the increasing wetness between her thighs a bit distracting.
    “Forgive me, Officer. I’ll give you whatever you want.”
    “I know you will.” She walked up to him and kicked his legs apart.
    She knew he stayed in position, while she went to his side of the bed to turn on the lamp. He groaned when he saw her, and she nearly lost her bad-ass routine. She forced him to turn and gripped his cock in her hand.
    “Don’t make a sound.”
    She sank to her knees, the thigh-high boots she splurged on for the costume creaking with the motions. She lifted his cock and traced her tongue from root to tip. Her clit pulsed, in need of attention, but her sweet submissive demanded her concentration. She slipped his cock between her lips and hummed her pleasure. In all the time they’d been together, she’d never given him oral sex before. She never knew how much she would like it.
    “You taste better than chocolate.” She sucked him a bit more, tasting his salty fluid as it seeped out onto her tongue, before standing. She ran her hands over his hard body, pushing the T-shirt he favored over his head. “Any last pleas before you take your punishment?”
    He shook his head.
    “On the bed, then. I want you on your back with your arms above your head and your legs spread apart.” She grabbed the bondage kit and cuffed his ankles and arms to the bed then reached for the blindfold and