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Wicked Christmas Wishes
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Jaden Sinclair
Tara Fox Hall
J. Troy Seate
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Christmas Dream ~ Jaden Sinclair ~Copyright 2011
Kink ~ Tara Fox Hall ~ Copyright 2011
More Than Mistletoe ~ J. Troy Seate ~ Copyright 2011
The Oath ~ Tara Fox Hall ~ Copyright 2011
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Wicked Christmas Wishes
Kink by Tara Fox Hall
Paul believes his marriage with his beloved Joy is wonderful, that their sex life is both varied and fulfilling. Yet when Joy reveals her heart's desire is more kink, Paul is determined to not only fulfill her wish, but to give her a Christmas that satisfies her wildest fantasies.
The Christmas Dream by Jaden Sinclair
Ashley Carter never looked forward to going home for the holidays, mostly because her one and only unobtainable dream was there. So why is this holiday any different? Tony Douglas has always known that Ashley had a thing for him, but not how bad until he found her diary when he started remodeling her bedroom. He knows her dreams like the back of his hand, and seeing her home for Christmas has given him hope. But it is too late for him to fulfill her one and only Christmas Dream, or is this the year they both get just what they want for Christmas?
More Than Mistletoe by J. Troy Seate
A young man who goes to visit his girlfriend to spread Christmas cheer, but in her absence, it’s her roommates who initially do the spreading. Both naughty and nice, Ginny’s little helpers take the spirit of giving to new levels which tests pluckiness and loyalties. Good fun with lots of sharing amongst the not-so-secret Santa’s.
The Oath by Tara Fox Hall
Young widow, Sarelle McGarran, is in love with the vampire, Danial Racklan, the charismatic man that has transformed her life in only a few short months. But now Danial asks for more; an Oath, a promise a mortal gives her vampire lover to be his forever, a permanent joining that cannot be dissolved. But having lost a husband once, can Sar bring herself to give her promise once again?
Wicked Christmas Wishes
Table of Contents
The Christmas Dream – Jaden Sinclair
More Than Mistletoe – J. Troy Seate
Kink
by
Tara Fox Hall
About the Author
Tara Fox Hall’s writing credits include nonfiction short stories, flash, short and novella-length horror stories, and contemporary and historical paranormal romance. Her first E-Book, Surrender to Me, was published in September 2011.
Other works with Melange by Tara Fox Hall
‘The Origin of Fear’ in Spellbound 2011
Surrender to Me
Return to Me
Kink
Another new message blip appeared at the bottom right hand of the screen, before fading and disappearing. Paul blinked, then rubbed his left eye with his hand. That one had been from the VP, asking again where the status report was. He was working on it, Damn it, but he could only work so fast, especially with all the emails that kept appearing…
“Lunch!” came the urgent call.
Paul paused, considering his options. If he stayed to work on his report, his boss might not ream him out Monday morning. Yet if he didn’t come eat in the next few moments, his wife, Joy, would not only be irritated, she’d likely come up here and give him both barrels. It was a no brainer, really. She-Who-Must-Be-Obeyed was the clear choice.
He pushed back his chair, then stood up, stretching the kinks out of his muscles. Maybe he could convince Joy to give him a quick massage after lunch. His wife had the most skill of any masseuse he’d ever visited. He’d only had to feel her hands on him once to know he wanted them again, and soon. She’d ensnared him just like a hapless fly, and he’d never been so happy to be bedazzled.
He walked towards the kitchen, sniffing the air. It smelled like cookies, not lunch. Maybe she had been baking? Christmas was less than a week away. “Joy?”
He turned the corner, then blinked, his eyes widening. There in the kitchen stood his wife, her beautiful dark blonde corkscrew curls buoyant, her eyes lowered, a sultry smile on her face. She was dressed in red velvet panties, trimmed in white fluff, her creamy breasts flushed, the nipples covered by small red velvet circles trimmed in lace. On her head at a jaunty angle was a Santa’s hat. In her hands, she held a gingerbread cookie, one of his favorites.
“Santa’s got a treat for you,” she purred. “Have you been a good boy, Paul?”
Paul took a shaky breath, pushing down his urge to grab her, and bury his face in those milky breasts. Joy hadn’t gone to all this trouble for a quickie on the kitchen floor. She had something else in mind. “I’m always a good boy, Santa Vixen. But you need me to prove that to you, don’t you?”
“If you want your present, I’d think you’d better,” she purred.
Paul crossed the kitchen in two strides, then cupped Joy’s face in his hands, his passionate kiss devouring her eager mouth. His hands slipped down her naked shoulders, cupping her warm breasts, kneading and squeezing. Joy let out a moan, then reached for Paul’s pant’s zipper, the metallic hiss loud as she worked it down. Paul took a sharp intake of breath, his eyes closing as warm hands closed about his stiffening penis, stroking gently.
With a grunt, Paul grasped Joy about the waist, then set her rear on the counter, burying his face in her breasts, his thumbs flicking off the pasties. His lips found first one nipple, then the other, tonguing and sucking. Joy clasped his head to her chest, her cries of pleasure stoking the rising flames between them.
Paul gave the taut nipple a last lingering kiss, then looked up at Joy, his dark eyes lustful. “Couch or bed, Santa?”
“Couch,” she breathed.
Paul carefully slid Joy off the counter, then led her to the couch. Stripping off his shirt, he sat, taking her hands to balance her as she sat on his lap.
Joy kissed Paul deeply, her tongue twining with his, delving deep as her hands cupped his stiff flesh. Then she drew back from him. “Make some noise for Santa,” she whispered. Carefully, she moved off his lap, her hands sliding down his chest. Paul braced himself with his arms, pushing himself up as she slid his pants off, then underwear. His shoulders tensed, his head going back as her lips found his erection, caressing the shaft, kissing once, twice, then the shock of her mouth as it enfolded him completely.
Paul shifted, trying to contain his urge to push deep, to feel more of that warm wetness engulfing him. As Joy began to suck gently, Paul relaxed back, his hands clasping, then unclasping.
With a final kiss on his bobbing prick, Joy moved back, then stood. Carefully, she moved aside her panties, then settled onto his lap, Paul’s stiff penis driving deep. Unwilling to be teased longer, Paul’s hands clenched onto Joy’s hips, then began to move her, groaning as he thrust up again and again. Joy let out a primal cry of satisfaction, her shoulders relaxing as her eyes closed in bliss, the Santa hat slipping from her blond curls to fall to the floor.
Paul felt the first stirrings of orgasm. Resisting, he changed his fast thrusting to long strokes, rubbing his groin against Joy’s each time he slid home. Joy let out an eager cry, then strove to match his thrusts, her hips pressed tight to his, her muscles locked and quivering.
Joy began to breathe hard, then stopped breathing, all her focus intent on her climax. With a scream, she came, her fingernails digging into Paul’s shoulders, her lovely breasts shaking at each blissful cry. Paul continued to move, wringing out the last bits of orgasm as Joy sank down on him, breathing hard.
Paul thrust up hard, bringing Joy rigid instantly with a gasp. He gave her a wicked smile, then began to move fast and hard.
“Take me,” Joy whispered, sucking gently at his throat.
Paul felt the orgasm come all at once, the rush erupting fast and furiously, his shout of release loud. He groaned a few times more as his thrusts became weaker, then relaxed back into the couch with a happy sigh. Joy hugged him, resting her head on his warm chest.
“Not that I didn’t love this,” Paul said tentatively, after a few minutes. “But is there really lunch?” He kissed her brow. “I’m starving.”
Joy gazed back at him for a moment, then her blank look softened into a smile. “Of course there’s lunch. I’ve made us some tabouli and sandwiches. They’re cold, but I didn’t want to try to make something hot, then have it burn if we took a while.”
“Being timed would have put the pressure on,” Paul said, grinning. He kissed her cheek. “Do you want me to dish it out while you put something else on?”
Joy nodded, then chuckled. “Yes. I’m cold. I’ll meet you back here in a few.”
“When do I get my treat, Santa?” Paul called teasingly after her shapely ass as he began dressing.
“They’re there on the counter,” she called back. “Help yourself.”
* * * *
That night, report finally finished and emailed, Paul relaxed back on the deck with Joy, their eyes watching the last of the sun sink behind the clouds.
“I wish it would stay like this,” Joy said wistfully. “It’s been such a good year, staying warm so long this fall.”
“It has been nice,” Paul answered, taking her hand in his. “I’m not looking forward to the snow any more than you are, but I think it’s headed our way.”
Joy didn’t reply, her eyes still watching the last of the sun’s rays fade away.
“So what do you want for Christmas?” he asked, turning to her. “I know you like chocolate, but I wanted to get you something really meaningful this year. This is going to be our seventh Christmas together. Was there anything you had been wanting?”
“Is there a limit?” Joy asked craftily, her attention still on the sunset.
“Well, if you want a three-carat diamond, that’s probably out,” Paul said, after a moment. “But I think we could afford a little splurging.”
“Chocolate is fine,” Joy said suddenly, drinking down the rest of her wine. “Really, we have a lot, Paul. I don’t need anything more.”
Something was wrong. Worse, this feeling he’d had wasn’t just tonight. It was something that had been brewing all fall.
Paul gently took hold of Joy’s shoulders, and turned her toward him. “Joy, please. What is wrong? Something’s been going on for a while. Tell me.”
“Nothing’s wrong,” she asserted again, shrugging. “I just don’t want anything. You’d think you’d be relieved not to have to shop for anything—”
“I’m not relieved or anything else when I know there’s something wrong and you won’t tell me what it is,” Paul said, frustrated.
“All right!” Joy said, slamming down her empty glass. “You, okay? You’re what’s wrong.”
Paul gaped at her, not only shocked, but also suddenly scared. He didn’t move, afraid that if he did it would trigger another outburst, this one about something he didn’t want to know.
Joy closed her eyes, then bit her lip. “I’m not having an affair, Paul. I can see by your face that you think that might be it. It’s not.” She looked up at him. “I just need more.”
“More what?” he stammered out.
“More kink,” Joy admitted, flushing instantly. “I admit that when we were first together, I was satisfied with our sex life. I never thought I was missing something. But then when you came back from that trip to New Orleans and brought me that first teddy and the stockings and mask, I realized I had been. You remember how good that first time I wore it was—”
Paul nodded. He did indeed remember. Their noise had woken their closest neighbors. The elderly couple had sent them a nasty note telling them to either move, or install soundproofing in their bedroom.
“—and I was hooked. I really like dressing up, and I like acting out various fantasies, and trying new things—”
“—and I love that you do,” Paul interrupted, hugging her. “I love that part of you, even if I didn’t know it existed when we first got married. I’m always eager to try your suggestions—”
“But that’s just it,” Joy said sadly, biting her lip, her eyes blinking rapidly. “It’s always me doing the suggesting. I’m always seducing you, Paul. Sometimes, I want to be seduced.”
Paul understood in a heartbeat. Joy wasn’t just saying she wanted to be seduced. She was saying that she needed to be. And something told him that if he didn’t find a way to make her fantasy come true, he was going to lose her eventually, even if she went reluctantly. “Come here, Joy—”
“I didn’t want to tell you,” Joy admitted, coming into his arms. She hugged him hard. “I didn’t want to hurt you, and it seems so petty of me to ask, when we have this great life and we’re happy—”
Paul thought fast and furiously. Joy wanted to be seduced, and in some steamy, romantic, and wicked fashion, if he considered her past fantasies. He also needed to go above and beyond anything they’d done previously, something that would really knock her stockings off the mantle, so to speak.
“Shh,” he whispered, kissing her lips lightly. “You can tell me anything, and I want you to. That’s what our marriage is, sweetheart.” He forced a smile. “Let me see if I can come up with something special for you for Christmas.”
“Really, you don’t have to—”
“I want to,” he said, determined. “This is just what I asked you to give me; a good suggestion. Maybe it’s not something I can just order online, but I’ll give it my best shot.”
“Then I look forward to it,” Joy purred, eyes twinkling. She poured them both a bit more wine, then clinked her glass to his. “To us and a very steamy Christmas.”
“Yes,” Paul said, then drained his glass nervously. To make Joy’s wish come true, he was going to need help. A lot of help. It was time to call in a few favors.
* * * *
“Are you sure, Cain?” Paul asked, his eyes darting over the internet site, sliding away in embarrassment from the blow up dolls and the electronic vaginas. “This website says they have it all. Why would you tell me that I should go to an adult bookstore when I can buy whatever I want from home?”
There was silence, and then Cain grumpily replied, “You asked for my help, Paul. You aren’t the only one with work that’s overdue. Now either take my suggestion, or don’t. But in either case, stop wasting my time.”
Grovel quick. He grasped the phone firmly. “I’m sorry,” Paul said, hoping he’d put enough apology into the tone to placate the man. Cain was his company’s best ad executive, a wizard at selling. Part of that was due to his striking good looks, and the rest was his innate charm. If there was anyone who would know what a woman secretly longed for, it would be him, or so said the rumors. “I’m just worried. I have to nail this perfectly, no mistakes.”
“I told you,” Cain began patiently. “Go to all the ones close by. You aren’t looking for one particular thing; you’re looking for inspiration. Sure, some people could find that online, but you’re under a deadline. You’ve not only got to get the gift quick, you’re got to make sure it’s the right gift. And nothing’s worse than ordering something online, and finding out that it’s out of stock, or they send it and it’s the wrong size, etc. You get the picture now?”
Paul got it. Worse, it made him feel more nervous about his choice than if he’d just closed his eyes and picked something at random from a website. He had to make Cain give him the best advice that the contemporary Don Juan could think of. “Look, I know you’ve wanted acquisitions to sign on a certain brand for quite a while now. You help me get the perfect gift for Joy, and I’ll make sure that contract gets approved. And I’ll also make sure you’re the liaison in charge of the fine details.”
“Jezebel?” Cain said warily. “Don’t pull my chain, Paul. You’ve been against that deal since I first proposed it.”
“You’ve wanted an in for a while with her, and I’m giving you one via a lucrative contract that she’ll want to sign,” Paul said curtly. “I was the one holding it up. I’ll give my assent, if you return the favor. But,” he paused meaningfully. “I need perfection, Cain. Flawless perfection.”
“All right,” Cain said, after a moment. He let out a long slow breath. “Go to the adult place on Garfield. When you get to the main desk, tell the older woman there that you want to talk to Sin.”
“I don’t want a lap dance,” Paul said harshly. “I need—”
“I know what you need, and I’m offering it to you,” Cain snapped. “She’s a friend of mine—”
“—I don’t need a—”
“—and when I say friend, I meant just that, so shut up before you say something to make me tell you our deal is off.”
Paul cut off, raging silently.
“I’ll call her now, and tell her you’re coming over. Get there just after dusk.”
Paul went to reply, then stopped. Cain had already hung up. Stymied, he slammed the phone down in its cradle, relieved that it didn’t break.
* * * *
Paul opened the heavy door, then stepped into the adult bookstore, his senses immediately assaulted by huge breasts and licentious women surrounding him. His eyes glanced from video to video. God, how could there be so many different women and yet they all looked alike to him.
Another man walked by, then picked up a video, reading the back of it. Resisting the urge to tell the man that he was wasting his time if he was looking for literature, Paul walked up to the counter. An older woman waited there, reading a book on true crime.
“Hi,” Paul said uneasily. “I was told to come to the counter and ask for Sin?”
“You got it,” a man said coming into view from the back. He spread his hands. “We got that, plus vice and kink, not to mention—”
“Stop,” the older woman said, not looking up from her book. “He’s okay. Go through the curtain into the back. Sin’s back there waiting.”
The man snorted, then began rifling through condom boxes, checking dates.
Paul turned, rolled his eyes, then walked to the back. Pushing aside the dark curtain, he walked into darkness.
He stopped, letting his eyes adjust.
“You must be Paul,” a sultry voice said close to his ear.
Paul jumped slightly, then stretched a little, to cover it. “Could you turn on a light or something? I can’t see anything.”
“And that makes you uncomfortable, doesn’t it?” the feminine voice teased. “But what if that was what pleased me, talking to you in the dark—” A light kiss graced his earlobe, then fingers trailed across his cheek. “What if I was your wife, and I wanted that? Would you be willing to give that to me?”
“You aren’t her,” Paul said coolly.
There was a sigh, then a light switched on. Paul blinked in the sudden brightness, then focused on the woman before him.
Even being a friend of Cain’s, Sin’s wow factor was a solid ten. Her long platinum blond hair fell past her hips in a straight silken curtain. Her attire was black leather, the many straps concealing nothing but the tips of her breasts and her pubic region, the long, high heeled, over the knee boots shining with oil. Her dark blue eyes were angry, and also resigned.
“You have to work with me,” she said in slow deliberateness. “Or this is not going to work at all.”
“Okay,” Paul said. He indicated a chair. “May I sit?”
“Go ahead,” Sin said, striding to the wall, and leaning back against it, her long red nails tapping impatiently.
Paul sat, crossed his legs, and looked up at her expectantly.
Sin looked back at him, her expression cool.
“Well?” Paul said finally.
“Well, what?” Sin said crossly. “No wonder your wife is bored, if you sit there waiting for her to make all the moves and scenarios.”
“I don’t know what to choose that she would be into,” Paul stammered, taken aback. “I don’t want her to be debased, or feel like I don’t care about her. No offense,” he added tentatively, “But she’s my wife. I love her. I’m afraid of asking her to do something she won’t want to do.”
Sin looked at him, seemed about to say something, then stopped. “Tell me a little about your wife. Cain said her name was Joy?”
Paul nodded. “She’s blond, with curly hair to her shoulders. Her eyes are a light brown. She’s a masseuse, and she has a lot of hobbies, like knitting—”
“That’s all very interesting, but that’s not what I need to know,” Sin interrupted. “I need to know what she’s thought up herself so far. I need to know of what you have done, what were her two favorite sessions—”
“Sessions?”
“Encounters, sexplay, whatever you want to call it,” Sin said impatiently. “And I’ll need her clothing size, and yours. You’re going to need some clothes for this yourself too, big boy.”
“Me?” Paul said, alarmed. “I’ve never dressed up—”
“And that’s part of the problem,” Sin said gently. She crossed to Paul, and swung one shapely leg over his crossed legs, settling herself on his lap. “You need to broaden your mind.”
Paul blinked, decided this was really happening, and grasped her hips in his hands, trying to move her off him. “No, I don’t—”
“Would she be interested in a threesome?” Sin asked flatly, her blue eyes boring into Paul’s shocked ones. “With either an additional man or a woman?”
“I don’t think so,” Paul replied. “Joy’s very serious about her vows, and I am, too.” He grasped her hips again. “Which is why you need to get off—”
“I’m not here to lead you astray,” she said, forcing a smile. “And I have only another hour before I’m due somewhere else. You can either take advantage of my help, or you can move me off your lap and leave.” She crossed her arms over her chest loosely, waiting.
Paul took his hands off Sin’s hips, and held them up, submissive. “I’m listening.”
“I’m the one who listens,” Sin corrected, shifting slightly on his lap. “Answer the questions I asked you.”
Paul thought for a moment, replaying the various sex that Joy and he had engaged in over the past few years. “She likes playing a barmaid, or sometimes a housemaid,” he said finally. “Thinking back, a lot of the scenarios are the same. She has on something special, and we meet, and then we do a little role-playing—”
“Does she do all the talking, in these sessions?” Sin asked.
“Some, but not all,” Paul said defensively. “I can usually tell what I’m supposed to say by what she begins with.”
“Then what?” Sin asked snidely. “You grab her, fondle her a little, and then stick it in?”
Now he was offended. “I don’t come and say ‘thanks, darling, that was fun’ as I walk out,” Paul said angrily. “She always climaxes. I make sure she enjoys—”
“Good for you,” Sin said with a faint smile, nodding slowly. “But that’s the bare minimum, Paul, not the complete package that you think it is.” Sin leaned closer, tilting her head so her lips gently brushed his ear. “Your wife wants to be dominated. It’s in what she chooses to be, the role she sets for herself. But because you are constantly looking for her to run the show, she can never be truly subservient. So she’s trying to be both master and servant, and its making what should be relaxing exhausting. Do you understand this?”
“I thought she wanted to dominate me,” Paul replied, confused.
“If she did, she’d have tied you up by now,” Sin said knowingly. “She’d have gotten herself a getup like the one I have on, and maybe a cock ring for you, if not some other disciplining tool. No, she wants to be dominated.” She paused. “Are you a peon or a manager at your work? Cain made it sound like the latter?”
“I’m his boss,” Paul said with relish. “I’m a VP, soon to be president of my department.”
“Then you know how to motivate people, and how to come down hard on the slackers,” Sin said, with a nod. “Good, you can use both.”
“I don’t see how this is going to help—”
“You don’t need any sex instruction,” Sin said conclusively, touching his cheek with her nails. “You just need clothes, props, a planned scenario, and to believe that you can carry it off successfully.” She smacked his cheek gently with her palm. “The hardest for you is going to be the last. So we are going to experiment right now.” She got to her feet. “We’ll come up with a scenario for you, and I’ll stand in for your wife.”
Paul looked up at her, worried, but determined. “I can’t have sex with you. So how are we going to have a dry run?”
“That’s for you to decide,” Sin said, leaning against the door. “But time is ticking, Paul. Make good use of it.”
Paul looked at her, unsure, a million doubts racing through his mind. This couldn’t work, the women looked too different, and he didn’t know Sin at all…
“There is a couch there,” Sin said, pointing to a long sectional that was near a TV.
“Use it in the scenario. You can substitute that later on for a bed, or some other surface. However, I’ll give you a heads up; stairs are not as comfortable for lovemaking as the movies would have you think. So if you want to use them in your scenario, make sure you’re the one on the bottom.”
“Do I just tell you want to do?” Paul said suddenly. “And you’ll do it?”
“When you know your wife has a plan, don’t you play along?” Sin said, giving a genuine smile. “Start any time.”
He could do this. He just had to start, like she said. “Okay. You come in, pretending you’re a dominatrix. Get a tool of some kind to discipline me, and then go into it.”
“Be right back,” Sin said. She left then, came back a few moments later, a long whip in her hand. She stood in front of Paul, then cracked it expertly, the lash just missing him so he cringed back.
“On your knees,” Sin demanded. “Worship me, slave.”
Paul got on his knees, his shoulders slumping. “Mistress, please, I—”
Sin shifted her weight, the high heels clicking. “Now slave, I want you to—”
“No,” Paul said forcefully, grasping the whip in his hand. He wrested it away, then tossed it aside, getting to his feet, and advancing on Sin, who backed up a step. “Tonight is about my wants, my needs. You aren’t the master here. I am.”
Pretend she’s Joy.
He grasped Sin’s arms, and pushed her to the couch to sprawl on her side. She turned shocked eyes to him as he straddled her, holding her wrists in each hand.
“Will you obey me,” he said huskily. “Or do I have to make you?”
“You’ll have to make me,” Sin purred, eyes flashing defiantly. “I don’t think you dare to—”
Paul looked at her, and abruptly loosened his grip on her wrists. With a sigh, he sat down on the couch. “I can’t do this.”
“Come on,” Sin said encouragingly. “You were doing so well, and getting into the role. What happened?”
“I remembered who I really was,” Paul said. “Maybe I just wasn’t cut out for acting.”
Sin got to her feet. “You go home tonight, and you ask your wife if she’s ever thought about more than one on one. Watch her eyes. Then you come back to me tomorrow so we can work on this.” She walked to the curtain, then pulled it back. “Go.”
Paul shot her an angry look, and left.
* * * *
Sin strolled in the next night, Paul was there, sitting outside in his car, waiting. As he saw her approach, he got out, and ran up to her.
“You were right, okay,” he said quickly. “I’m back for more help.”
“Her eyes slid away, didn’t they?” Sin said gently. “It made you jealous immediately, didn’t it?”
“Of course,” Paul said, running his hand nervously back through his hair. “I don’t want to think about her with anyone else, ever. She’s my wife.”
“Then come in,” Sin swayed in her high heels as she walked inside. “I’ve cleared the night for you.”
“So what are we going to be working on?” Paul followed her into the back room and sat down in the same chair. “More scenarios?”
“There are all kinds of sex.” Sin straddled him again, her smile genuine. “Penetration isn’t always required. Some men pay me for just phone sex, or to watch me masturbate online. Some just want to be dominated.”
“Are you…do you ever …?” Paul began, then stalled.