‘Tis the season of Wicked Deeds (A Holiday romance Book 1)
‘Tis the season of Wicked Deeds: Chapter 38

I don’t call my Twinkle a filthy little vixen for nothing.

Beneath her confident yet reserved persona lies a daring and sexy girl who loves to explore and push her boundaries. The one who craves darker games in the bedroom and enjoys her sex dirty and rough.

I swear she was custom-made just for me.

It makes me love her harder.

With each fantasy we crossed off her naughty list, I watched her bloom and become more confident in her skin. She was beautifully trusting me never to judge her taboo fantasies and let go when it’s just us.

Tonight, her demand is bolder, making me equal parts want to spank her ass red and for making my cock harden from the thrill of it.

“How does it feel to be bound, Mr. King?” she purrs like a seductress. “I hope it’s not too tight.”

She’s given me a taste of my own medicine.

Her—in control. Me—at her mercy.

My wrists pull at the ropes when I tug and get nowhere. Damn, I underestimated her skills. She’s got me perfectly tied to the bedposts. Fuck. Not being able to touch her should be a crime. If anyone wants to torture information out of me, this would be the way to go.

“It’s fine,” I lie through gritted teeth.

“Hmm, fine isn’t what I was aiming for,” she teases and leans back. My cock pulses against her hot pussy as she straddles my hips.

My eyes don’t know where to gaze longer and I can’t decide which part of her is my favorite. Whether it’s her luscious lips that struggle to fit my cock, her heavy tits that I want to fuck next, or her soft, flat belly leading to a cunt that feels like my heaven.

Meanwhile, my mouth waters to taste her everywhere at once. Especially, the birthmark right over her hip bone.

Twinkle’s features are like a shy girl next door, but the shape of her body is built like a porn star, curvy in all the right places.

If anyone’s lucky here, it’s me.

When I asked Twinkle how I could make it up to her, I never in a million years thought she’d ask for this. I’ve never been submissive in my life, nor did I have the desire to be one, much less in the bedroom. However, for my Star, I’ll do anything.

Crawl.

Beg.

Anything.

“What do you want?”

“I want you out of your mind,” she rasps, running her fingers up my bare chest and splaying them around my throat right as she utters, “and obeying me like my good boy tonight.”

Christ!

I don’t know how it’s possible, but a drop of precum leaks from my dick at the authority in her soft tone.

“You’re in charge, darling. Use me however you desire.”

“Then say it.”

I narrow my gaze.

She smirks.

“Show me you can listen to my commands, King.” Tightening her grip a little, she taunts, “And I might let you come.”

We both know I’ll make her pay for this in spades come tomorrow.

Right now, it’s all about her heart’s wishes.

If she thinks I’ll go back on my word to be her toy, she’s in for a surprise.

Staring into her lust-drunk eyes, I murmur, “I’ll be your good boy.”

A full-body shudder rocks us both as my words hang in the air between us. I hiss when she scratches her blood-red nails down my clenched abs. This seems to egg her on, because she swirls her hips, forcing my shaft to part her drenched slit.

I fight my restraints when she grinds her ass back and forth, letting out a whimper at the delicious friction. As I drop my stare between her thighs, I see my piercings hitting her clit. It’s not long before my length becomes drenched in her juices.

She notices where my attention is. Inching her free hand to her pussy, she shamelessly opens and exposes herself to my dark gaze. Her hips move faster and harder. “See how soaked I am for you, King. I’m making a mess all over your cock.”

“My favorite kind of mess.”

“Do you want a taste?” She swipes a finger through the wetness.

“Fuck, yeah,” I all but growl.

Leaning over my chest, she brings her wrist closer to my mouth. I part my lips only for the little tease to wrench her finger back and put it in hers. She makes a noise while licking her taste.

“You little brat, let me have a taste.”

Letting the finger go with a pop, she arches a haughty eyebrow. “Beg.”

“Please give me a taste of your arousal, darling,” I rasp in a guttural tone. “In fact, bring that pretty pussy here and let me tongue fuck it… please.”

Need sparks on her face, faltering her tortuously slow grinding on my poor cock that’s begging to sink in her hole. I exhale roughly when Twinkle crawls over my chest and stops to hover right above my face.

Her flesh is a dark pink nectar I want to suck clean. Nothing tastes as divine as her cunt. Spearing her fingers in my hair, she lowers her pussy onto my waiting mouth with a low and husky command. “Lick me good, King.”

I suck her whole pussy between my lips and pull hard until she loudly moans above me. Her tight fuckhole becomes my entire focus and I lick her slit like my life depends on it. I growl in pleasure when she presses harder and rides my face as soon as I bury my tongue inside.

“Yes! Like that! So good,” she chants.

Her thighs close in around my ears when I clamp my teeth on her little bud. She gasps and shouts as I repeatedly flick it while keeping it trapped in my mouth.

“Go slow, King,”

Slow? I’m bloody starving here.

She uselessly tugs at my hair while I roll her clit around my tongue, intent on making her come and bathing my face in her cum. She wrenches her pussy away at the last second and I breathe harshly.

A rosy hue reddens her cheeks as she stares down at me and scolds, “Only good boys get my cum, King.”

I smile deviously.

Fuck! Her bossiness is a rush.

Maybe submitting isn’t so bad.

“Sorry,” I say unapologetically. “My woman tastes good. I got carried away.”

She stifles her smile, trying to stay stern.

“Just for that, you don’t get to come,” she declares, cupping her tits and rolling her nipples enticingly. “And you sure as hell don’t get to fuck my pussy.”

My cock weeps at her punishing rules.

Surely, she doesn’t mean that.

It must show in my expression because she smirks. “No fucking tonight, King.”

I take back my statement.

Being in control is the best.

“If I beg?” I counter, fighting not to stare at her chest when she pinches her nipples and lets out a soft noise.

“Oh, you will beg,” she hums deviously and takes my cock in her little fist. Stroking me perfectly from root to tip, she squeezes the crown until I groan roughly. “It’s a matter of when, not if.”

Pumping me slowly, she bends down and rolls her tongue around my nipple before sucking it into her mouth. Sliding to the other, she blows on it before biting down lightly.

“Fuck!” I bark.

I feel her smile against my skin before soothing the sting with a kiss. Her rhythm, however, never falters, threatening to make me come as her mouth moves lower, licking and tasting my abs.

“I love your body, King,” she praises, worshipping me with her tongue and marking my sweat-slick skin with her teeth. “So hard and big everywhere. I can’t get enough. And your tattoos, they drive me crazy.”

“You’re driving me crazy right now, little vixen,” I grunt, raising my hips to thrust my cock in her fist. “And I thought you didn’t want to let me come.”

“I don’t.” Her tongue trails a wet path up to my mouth. I suck when she pushes it between my lips and kiss her hard. Like a savage, I bite on her bottom lip and pull until she whimpers.

“Then you better slow down before I do.”

“Look who’s being a good boy.”

“Only for you.”

After another wet kiss, she slides down my bound body and sends a zap straight to my balls by taking my shaft in her throat.

“Jesus!” I’ve turned her into a monster. Sparks of pleasure burst behind my eyes as she blows me with an eager mouth. A deep suck as I hit the back of her throat makes me shout, “You dirty fucking whore.”

I thrust up while tilting my face to watch her head bob up and down my dick.

“Take it,” I grunt. “Show me who this cock belongs to.”

Just as my balls pull taut, she frees my erection with a pop. A line of spit stretches between her lips and my crown. She swallows it and the carnal look she gives tells me she’s nowhere done torturing me until I beg.

“Spread your legs, King,” she orders with a dirty glint in her eye.

I throb in response. “Why?”

“I want to taste you everywhere too,” she confesses without a hint of shyness.

“Tell me exactly where.”

She flushes red and it’s a magnificent sight. I don’t expect her to say it, but she shocks me into silence.

“I want to lick your ass, King.”

I’m completely blown away by the siren she’s turned into tonight. Without a word, I part my thighs and bare myself to her. I guess I’m willing to try anything for her. No limits. Every inch of me is hers just like hers is mine.

Without breaking our connection, she first takes my balls into her mouth and gently sucks. My jaw tightens when a second later, her lips trail lower and deeper. The first touch of her tongue against my ass makes me clench.

With a deep breath, I relax.

She licks again and I shudder violently.

“Fuck,” I curse, finding it difficult to keep my eyes open.

Especially when hers closes and she prods my ass with a moan. The strange sensation turns into pleasure and I push against her tongue. Digging her nails into my inner thighs, she rims my asshole, altering my brain chemistry.

I hate how good it feels.

It becomes explosive when she brings my cock into the mix by stroking it up and down in her fist.

“Twinkle… shit.” My abs clench. “Such a filthy mouth. Darling… I’ll come.”

I slump down on the bed when she pulls away and climbs up my chest. Grabbing my face, she smashes her wet lips against mine. We kiss like heathens, groaning at each other’s taste. Our tongues tangle and suck greedily for more.

“Ride my cock, Twinkle,” I plead. I’m too wound up and desperately need a release. I need her clenching around my girth while she orgasms and milks me dry.

“No,” she whispers stubbornly.

“I’m on the brink of losing control.” My voice doesn’t sound like my own. “Don’t make me snap. I’m really trying to give you what you want.”

“You won’t snap, because you always put my needs first. So, don’t come. Or we do this all over again tomorrow.”

Hell no!

“Fine,” I sigh and pour my frustrations into kissing her lips. “I’ve corrupted you.”

She smiles adoringly. “Not corrupted. Spoiled.”

Kissing down my neck, my collarbone, and the top of my chest, she burns me up all over again. Being at her mercy is both heaven and hell.

I become curious when she leans sideways and pulls something out from the drawer. I miss seeing what it is and she sneakily hides it behind her. I know it’s a toy but I have no idea which one.

I hope to God she doesn’t ask to fuck my ass. That’s where I draw the line.

I lose all track of thought when her hand falls to her pussy and she begins to rub herself. My cock throbs between us, watching her masturbate. The memory of her doing this in her bed in the cabin flashes before my eyes. It’s way better than any wet dream.

I’m mesmerized once again.

Nothing is as hot as watching a stunning woman make herself come.

Strike that. Watching Twinkle toy with her cunt is way hotter.

“Come closer,” I beg hoarsely, staring at her exposed pink folds. “Please, darling.”

But she’s too lost, head thrown back, curls falling around like a halo as her finger strokes her clit faster.

“Twinkle,” I groan loudly.

Hooded eyelids clash with mine and become darker at the primal look in my own. “How badly do you want to touch me right now?”

“I’ll die if I don’t.”

“That bad, huh?” she says in a pleased tone. “If only I was in a generous mood tonight.”

“Don’t forget this moment when I have my mouth between your thighs tomorrow,” I warn her roughly.

“I’ll take my chances.”

“Then crawl over here so I can watch properly.”

“I wish I had your huge cock inside me, stretching my hole,” she mumbles, testing my control as she plunges one finger inside her. Then, she frustratingly cries out, “Still not enough.”

“Then take it. You own it, remember.” She shakes her head, thrusting another digit. I pull at the rope, hard. “I won’t come, I promise.”

“I can’t risk it. I’ll beg for your cum. I love the way you fill me up.”

“Dammit, Twinkle.”

“Now you know how I feel when I’m at your mercy.”

Oh, how I do.

“Ahhh… yes!” She sighs after pinching her clit.

“Get. Over. Here.”

The naughty brat turns and straddles me in a reverse cowgirl position. I exhale in relief when she shifts back a little and spreads herself wider until I can see her pussy and her dark asshole.

“Shit!” I lurch up when my dick enters a warm and wet hole. Her filthy mouth. She thrusts me into her throat in tune to her fingers fucking her cunt.

Garbled moans reach my ears as she multitasks like a perfect whore.

I want to bite down on her ass cheeks, but she’s too far away from my mouth.

“Oh, darling, no,” I gruffly say when a large dildo appears in my line of sight right before she replaces her fingers with it.

I’m done for.

The wet squelching noises her tight pussy makes are downright crude. I can’t look away as her walls suck the entire toy to the hilt. It’s so wide, I can peek inside every time she withdraws.

I buck into her suctioning mouth, bringing me to the edge without letting me fall. The moment she’s close, my cock slips from her lips and her ass jerks.

“I’m… going… to come.”

“Do it,” I rasp. “Come for me, Twinkle.”

The toy drops to my chest as she shouts in ecstasy and climaxes hard. “Kingston.” My name falls from her lips.

Just as the last shudder leaves her, she slumps down. I’m still hard as a fucking rock, but I don’t care. I just need to touch and take care of her.

After she’s calmed down a little, I softly command, “Untie me, darling.”

It takes her a beat to rise and do as I say. I grab and pull her down next to me as soon as I’m freed.

“Let me see your wrists,” she says.

I lay her back down and cuddle her. “They’re fine.”

Hugging me back, she buries her face in the crook of my neck. I massage her hair and she melts like butter.

“I’m still not allowing you to come,” she mumbles. “No matter how amazing your snuggles are.”

I laugh. “Sleep.”

“I love you,” she whispers right before her breathing evens out.

“I love you more, Star.”

What more can I say? My heart is full and my life—finally complete.