This is a tale of unrequited love . . . but will it be
requited by the end? Of course, it will — this is a Christmas story after all!
The question is, how will Gren, a troll and bartender
at Pogue’s Bar, prove to the beautiful blonde Siren, Ligia, that he is the man
for her? When unexpected circumstances bring
them together, he jumps at the chance to give her a
special Christmas present and show her that he is everything she needs. Will
his present — a session in his personal S&M playroom – be enough? Or could
her Siren song cause his death in the process?
Excerpt:
The Siren
turned her body to lounge back on her elbows, spreading her knees wide in
invitation, grinning at him. She lifted one foot to rub it over his stomach,
pushing her breasts forward invitingly, while running her tongue over her lips,
trying all her seductive tricks.
Little minx.
He
swatted her leg way. Gren was sorely tempted but the gleam in her eye gave him
pause. He knew she was trying to get him to ejaculate but he wasn’t going to
give in to her that easily. Surging forward he dropped the flogger to the floor
and with one thick forearm, he pressed both of her legs against her stomach
pushing her back on the bench with a thud and delivered several swift hard
smacks to her bottom with his other hand.
“Ouch!
Gren!” She punched ineffectually against his arm.
“Serves
you right.” He stared her down as she struggled to get up. “Stay still. I
haven’t finished.”
The Siren
subsided. Her expression going from hurt to bemused. She stroked his arm,
running her fingers over his bulging biceps. “Okay, lover. What are you going
to do next?” Her voice was silky smooth.
He smiled
inwardly at her attempt to charm him into doing things her way.
Not a chance, sweetheart.
The troll
followed up his spanking by rubbing her hot butt, soothing her while he
contemplated his next move. “This is a very tempting position. There are
several things I could do while you are on your back like this.”
She
guffawed. “I know what I’d do.” She then reached down with her right hand
feeling her way until she encircled his cock.
Gren gave
her a mock frown. “I could spank you some more. Would you like that?”
Her huff
made him smile but the dilation of her eyes told him something different. She
let go of him, although her hand caressed his butt instead. “So, tell me what
you had in mind.”
“I could
get the flogger to finish what I started earlier if you don’t put your hands on
the bars.”
The rise
of her eyebrow was a challenge and he couldn’t resist chuckling. But at least she
did as he commanded.
“Or I
could do this.” Ligia’s eyes opened wide as his thumb strayed up to her slit,
pressing into her labia. He hadn’t intended doing that, wanting to keep the
play to some fun BDSM but the smell of her arousal was so powerful he just had
to touch her.
Immediately
his cock shot up, his seed threatening to spill and he clenched his jaw,
holding himself rigid. Meanwhile, the woman beneath him squealed, lifting her
butt up off the bench. She was pressed back down by Gren’s strong arm as her
fingers clasped over his bulging muscles, nails digging in.
She
shuddered. “Holy Ghost. Don’t stop.”
Gren
grinned. He had no intention of ceasing, not yet. This was a heaven-sent
opportunity to touch her as he’d always dreamt and he moved his thumb upward
to rub her engorged clit.
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