A SEASON FOR CHRISTMAS Release

  

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'𝙏𝙞𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙤𝙣 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙖 𝙨𝙚𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙙 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚…

Widowed after years of dutifully submitting to the will of others, Lady Catherine is quite satisfied to finally be in charge of her own affairs—and any man who dares join her in the bedroom.

When a chance visit with friends brings Catherine face-to-face with the man whose courtship swept her off her feet as a young debutante, she can’t resist his proposal to put himself at her mercy for the holidays. The thought of having powerful, handsome Samuel North at her feet is too tempting an offer to refuse.

With both their hearts on the line for a second time, she’s determined to put his pretty words to the test. A test he’ll have to pass with flying colors… and on his knees.

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Samuel

Bloody hell.

If this was what Catherine required of him, he was more than happy to serve.

He’d always enjoyed using his mouth on a woman, watching her writhe for him, hearing her cry out for him, knowing that it was his skill that elicited such pleasure from her. However, he’d never pleasured a woman who was standing over him before. This was an entirely new experience and one he relished.

There was something extremely arousing about being on his knees for her while she stood over him, yet also relied upon him for her support. Casting his eyes upward to her, watching her pluck her nipple, her breasts jiggling as she moved, was a sight to behold. The perspective was a newly discovered enjoyment as well.

Though his neck might feel some of the strain, it was more than worth the slight ache in his muscles. Especially when she finally pulled away, panting for breath, her face and chest flushed from her passion.

Her hands were still in his hair, gripping his head tightly, holding him in place still on his knees. With her moving away from him, her leg coming down from the chair seat, he was forced to relinquish his grasp on her bottom—a pity.

“Very good,” she murmured after a long moment, bending down to brush a kiss over his lips, tasting herself on them. She licked her own lips after doing so, sending a new surge of arousal to his cock, which was already hard as a rock. “Now… my turn.”

By which she meant it was her turn to touch and taste him… but not in the same position. No, she quickly had him stripped on the bed and tied to it with his own cravat. Samuel tugged on the fabric around his wrists, holding him to the headboard, testing its strength.

“Do not tug too hard,” she cautioned him as she straddled his hips, her cunt hovering over his cock, though she did not lower herself enough for the two to connect. “You do not want it to become too tight around your wrists.”

“Hmm.” He tugged again, then jolted as she pinched his nipple. The sharp sting was not particularly painful, but it did surprise him, making him jerk beneath her. He met her gaze, staring with both surprise and indignation.

Catherine raised her eyebrow at him. Despite being completely naked, her breasts swaying in front of her, pert pink nipples budded, she somehow managed to look every inch the proper, intimidating lady of the ton.

“What did I just say, Samuel?” Her fingers rolled the little bud threateningly.

“Ah… my apologies, my lady.” He grinned at her. “Sometimes, it is hard to resist testing things for myself.”

“Do your best. Otherwise…” She let go of his nipple and raked her fingernails over his chest, starting at his shoulders and scraping them down.

He cried out at the sensation, which was both painful and arousing, his hips lifting so he could feel the underside of his cock brushing against the wet heat of her pussy for one delicious moment.

She smiled at him, a sadistic gleam in her eye. “I do not need a flogger to punish you.”

Samuel stared up at her. She was definitely not the young woman he remembered… she was so much more. For the first time, he felt a little nervous about the changes. Being secured to the headboard of a bed could do that to a man. She’d tied the knot quite well—he was not sure he would be able to break free—and it certainly would not be easy to do so, even if he did manage it in the end.

He’d never been naked and vulnerable to a woman like this, not for pleasure or pain, and it was clear Catherine enjoyed inflicting both. And his cock apparently did not care which it was she chose to focus on. The damned appendage did not deflate in the slightest despite the little punishments—if anything, it might have hardened even more.

“I’d prefer pleasure,” he finally replied once he was able to find his tongue again. The taste of her still lingered, adding to his arousal.

“Hmm, would you?” she asked, though she was not looking at his face or seemed to be particularly interested in the answer. Instead, she was focused on tracing a nail across his chest and down the little pathway of hair that led to his stomach and below—though she was stopped by the position of her own body before she could go any lower.

“Yes.”

She shifted atop him, moving her body down so his cock was no longer beneath her pussy. With her knees on either side of his thighs, her weight pressing down on them, he was now even more trapped than he’d been before. Thrusting upward with any force, with any real leverage, was no longer an option.

“It doesn’t seem to have had any effect on your arousal,” she commented, wrapping her hand around the body part in question. Samuel groaned as she gripped his cock, his hips immediately attempting to move upward as she slid her palm down the thick length, proving he was right about how much mobility he had with her atop him the way she currently was.

Very little.

“In fact,” she said, cradling his balls with her other hand and giving them a sharp yank that had him crying out—and thrusting up again. “It seems part of you likes it very much.”

The breath strangled in his throat as she held his tender sack, squeezing lightly but with enough pressure to feel like a warning. She was holding his most sensitive, most delicate parts in her hands and threatening to hurt them… and yes, his cock liked it far more than it should. The rest of him was conflicted, struggling to land on an emotion, caught between anticipation, excitement, and anxious apprehension.

He had no idea what she was going to do next… and, unexpectedly, he loved it.

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Golden Angel is a USA Today best-selling author and self-described bibliophile with a "kinky" bent who loves to write stories for the characters in her head. If she didn't get them out, she's pretty sure she'd go just a little crazy.

She is happily married, old enough to know better but still too young to care, and a big fan of happily-ever-afters, strong heroes and heroines, and sizzling chemistry.

When she's not writing, she can often be found on the couch reading, in front of her sewing machine making a new cosplay, hanging out with her friends, or wandering the Maryland Renaissance Fair.

   

 

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