The Christmas Feast (2 page)

Chapter Four

Marie’s body felt lit up like a firework. Tiny little sparks shot off inside her, and forced her clit to pulse. A whimper slipped from her kiss swollen lips and she collapsed against Neil. Without a word he swept her up in his arms and finished their ascent of the stairs. Nuzzling against his chest, her body relaxed under the steady rhythm of his heart. He carried her through the kitchen, into the hall and pushed the dining room door open with his foot. Neil stopped, setting her on her feet.

Gazing up at him, her vision still hazy from the after effects, she noticed the shit eating grin he was giving her.

He wasn’t done yet
.

They hadn’t planned out the night.

Marie had just said—surprise me.

She’d been so sick of rules, plans, and schedules. Getting everything done before date X only to find there’d be something else coming up on date B—had been stressful.

Her legs barely held her own weight. Neil’s fingers lazily trailed up and down her spine.

“You alright?”

Her lips curved up on the corners and she nodded. Marie’s body felt alive. The tiny aches and the swollen sensation between her thighs like Heaven.

“Lay out on the table for me, kitten,” he whispered.

His gaze was focused, and it stirred the sensation of vulnerability inside her once again. Her tongue ran over her bottom lip and dipping her head once, she complied.

Marie turned around, her body hummed with anticipation. Her nipples were so sore, her cheeks slightly pained, and her legs like Jell-o.

She needed this pain.

She deserved this pain.

The table was set as if someone was going to dine. Only there were no plates, no silverware—just a glass of something and a napkin. Her body now on high alert she climbed on and shifted until she lay on her back.

“All the way at the end, kitten.”

Panic froze her in place.

Gazing down at him she locked eyes with him. She didn’t want to kill the scene. Marie really didn’t want this night to end—but she wasn’t going to allow him medical play. Not yet, it was too much, too big—and as much as she trusted him, she wasn’t sure she could allow him to do something she only allowed her doctor to do once a year.

Starting to rise up on her elbows, Neil’s palm slammed against her chest between her huge breasts.

“NO! You will lie down kitten, and you will listen or I will take you back down to the dungeon,” he scolded. “Is that clear?”

Her safe word rested on the tip of her tongue. All she would have to do was leak it out and it would all stop. Marie sucked in a deep breath, closed her eyes, and pressed her lips together. Willing her body and mind to totally trust that he wasn’t going to push her over an edge she wasn’t ready for—she lay back. Taking in deep breaths she allowed Neil to pull her down the table until her ass nearly hung off the edge.

“Spread,” he demanded, giving her thighs a firm smack that went right to her clit, eliciting a whimper.

Marie watched Neil between her legs. His breath teased the tender folds of her swollen pussy. A single finger slipped through the wet slit. He brought that finger to his lips and sucked. Sucking in a deep breath she shivered. Neil noticed the jerking motion and a slight curve lifted on his lips. He leaned forward. His mouth nearly pressed against her mound. Marie whimpered and shifted closer. Neil moved back when he saw her needy gesture.

Neil shook his head slowly at her. A look of disapproval reflected in his eyes. Her fingers curved and bit into the hard oak of the table. That same table made by his grandfather. They had always talked about playing with it, using it. The sturdy wood was perfect for their type of extracurricular activities. Neil came to stand next to her; he had a white table cloth in his hands. Unfolding the simple household item he spread it out over her body from head to lower belly.

Holding her breath, her heart thundering in her chest, she panicked until she felt the icy needles of a Wartenberg wheel run over her collar bone through the sheet. In her mind, she knew what he used to get that sensation. Yet, her body rebelled. Tiny mewls erupted from her lips; her back arched and pressed the dangerous toy against her flesh once more. Her fingers bit into the wood harder. Marie could feel her pussy dribbling down her slit, a tiny itch started to threaten against her tight, puckered little hole as her juices flowed.

The torment continued.

Trailing the implement of torture between her breasts—then tracing the outline of her hardened nipples.

“Fuck,” she purred.

Marie could feel the pulse of her heartbeat between her legs. Dropping them open further, her back arched trying to get closer to the wicked little wheel of pain he trailed down her belly and down to the top of her mound.

“Yes, fuck—need to come, please.”

“Beg.”

“Please, I want to come! Sir, please let me come, I need it. My pussy is so wet and hot for you.”

If Neil didn’t fuck her soon she was bound to go insane. He needed this night just as much as she did.

The realization hit just as the tiny wheel of illicit pain stopped. Her body felt like it was vibrating. Her lips were pressed in a thin line and she couldn’t keep still. Struggling to hear anything, movement, shifting, breathing in she could only scent her arousal. Marie took a deep breath, closing her eyes as she tried to focus. As her palms flattened on the table, the purring hum that seemed to consume her body, started to settle. She could hear the ticking of a clock, seconds felt like hours. Just when she felt she should move, the sheet was ripped from her body.

Looking down, her eyes like fish bowls gazed down at Neil, who gave no other warning other than to lock his lips around her swollen clit. His wicked tongue flicked, driving her closer to the proverbial precipice. Her nails made grooves in the wood as she arched and writhed on the table in front of him. His hot fingers spread the swollen outer lips.

“Such a hot pussy, Kitten, what has you all worked up,” he teased.

She nearly purred at his mocking, sensual tone.

His tongue pressed into her, tongue fucking her as one of his arms wrapped around one of her thighs. Neil’s weight pinned her in place while his nimble fingers rubbed her clit.

Marie screamed out as her orgasm roared through her. Her belly tightened, heat consumed her. The contractions in her belly forced her hips to jerk as she moaned, laughed, and came hard in his mouth. She could feel her fluids easing from her wet hole and onto his lapping tongue.

The orgasm hung there, pulsing through her body as Neil got up. Not allowing her a recovery time he rolled her over. He moved to the side of the table where her chin rested. Pulling her forward slightly, he adjusted to rest her head over the edge of the table. Blinking to clear her orgasm soaked brain; she saw the head of his cock right in her face. He spanked it against her cheek.

“Open, Kitten,” he demanded.

She opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue like she would at a Doctor’s exam. Neil spanked his thick dick against her tongue before shoving it into her mouth.

He growled as he started to face fuck her. Moaning against his pumping phallus, her tongue traced around the head, flicking the tip when he would pull it nearly out of her mouth. Reaching out with one hand she cupped his balls. Marie pulled the tight sacs as she started to bob her head up and down his shaft.

Her gag reflex was weak at best and she could only take him so deep before her panic set in. Working him up and down, popping him out of her mouth she spit on his cock and started to stroke him.

“Oh fuck, Kitten. Yes, suck my cock, faster!”

Those erotic words pushed her back to that edge, her pussy seemed to spasm between her legs. She worked him harder. Using her hand and mouth, saliva dribbled down her chin. Whoever said blow jobs were clean were fucking lying, they were messy and hot as fuck.

Marie rose up on her elbows, lost in the moment; she dropped all the way to the base of his cock and held his dick at the back of her throat. The urge to gag fought her and she breathed through it. Sliding him out, saliva coated his thick penis; tendrils of spit tethered her mouth to his big dick. Neil growled and stepped back, stroking his wet cock.

*****

“Well kitten that was the best blow job by far. I need to work you into a frenzy more often.” Neil took a deep breath and looked down at her. “Turn around, stay on your belly and give me your cunt.”

The sexy cheeky smile he got in return made him warm inside as Marie used the table edge as a means of pulling herself around. She bent her legs, her toes in the air, curling, uncurling. Neil smiled; he knew she was tempting him. Her thighs spread for him, her pussy dripping in juices lay open.

“Naughty kitten,” he cooed.

Moving closer, his cock on fire, ready to penetrate her ages ago now ached for her. The head pulsed as he spanked her pink shiny hole, the folds like a flower, opening in the light. Taking hold of her ankles, he squeezed in between her thighs. It felt as though they emitted a fiery heat. His crown pressed into her opening, pushing against her grip, pulsing inside her. Deeper he went. His eyes caught her back, dipped and rising to her full buttocks. The view was amazing and stirred his loins. He pushed deeper and deeper until his balls hit her. Moving his hips he touched every inch of her inside, soaking his shaft in her sweet sexual nectar. Marie circled too, allowing him to fill her and own her completely.

“Finger your ass!” Marie looked back at him, a naughty grin and a bitten lip teasing him as she reached back and slid two fingers in her anus. “Good girl, hold on.”

No sooner had the words left his lips than he pulled back and started to thrust. Pounding her hard with a roughness she enjoyed. Neil soon worked up a sweat, hips moving like a piston, arms and hands holding her ankles tight. Marie moved back to meet him. Her fingers slid up to her knuckle and he felt them shift against his cock. Breathing was in quick short bursts as his body embraced hers. Marie’s moans and whimpers urged him on. The teasing and the tension of the last hour or so would soon explode through his own orgasm. Already feeling the tingles and spasms, Neil fucked her harder and faster. His buttocks clenched, his knob burnt inside her, pushing, forcing her walls to open and stretch for him. Marie was now slipping on the wood, her face on her right side, flat to the table.

Neil grunted and then growled. His breathing stopped, he was holding his breath as his orgasm neared, letting it build, needing to feel it arrive. Another deep breath as he pumped her, loudly groaning into each thrust. Marie’s fingers pressed against him through the membrane separating her ass and pussy and he yelled.

The release was intense, the tiny slit like a red hot valve, forcing his seed into lava hot tendrils into her pussy. Marie came, shooting her juices into his pubes. He filled her, emptying all he had before pulling out.

“Fuck!” Standing back he watched his come dribble from her. She pulled her finger from her ass and scooped his seed and slipped it into her sweet lips.

*****

Marie sat back on the couch. A steaming mug of caffeine rested in her palms as a comforting arm wrapped around her shoulders. Turning her head to the side she smiled at Neil. It’d been a week since their ‘release’—and it had worked exactly as it was supposed to. Marie got through that week before Christmas like a dream. All the shopping, the baking, and teacher gifts were sorted early. Even the wrapping had been done with all the presents under the tree. Santa, also known as mommy and daddy had gotten tucked into bed at ten o’clock. It didn’t mean they were actually going to bed—they used those extra few hours for Marie to give Neil another killer blow job while she fucked a dildo up the ass attached to the wall—Merry Christmas!

A squeal came from the area around the tree, they both diverted their gazes towards Lucy who ripped through the packaging and another large Littlest Pet Shop item spilled to the floor and she shook it with a gleam of excitement in the eyes.

Later they would have to have a meal with the family.

Marie knew that the session they had a week ago gave her the ability to focus through the days. She wasn’t tense. Marie didn’t worry about time and limits. It just all got done. She’d thank a caring and giving husband for that. Without his care and patience, she doubted she would get through life with such ease. He’d known she was at her limit and he put his foot down and demanded she have this time.

As the lilting Christmas carols came through the speakers she smiled, taking a sip from her mug. Marie rested her head against Neil’s shoulder with a sigh of contentment. This had been the best Christmas of her life.

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