Several excerpts from the first story in the Wicked Christmas Wishes anthology, Kink, is below.
Blurb:
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.
Excerpt from Kink by Tara Fox Hall:
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?”
****
“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.
****
Christmas Eve came complete with snow and ice, cancelling the dinner Paul and Joy had planned to attend. Paul looked out at the flakes nervously. His plan had them beginning the scenario on the way home. Now he’d have to wing it.
Everything else was all set in the guest bedroom, at least. He could do this. He just had to believe he could, like Sin had said.
“Honey?” he called. “I have a present I wanted you to open tonight. Were you working on anything, or are you ready to sign off work for Christmas?”
“Ready, willing and able,” Joy said tiredly. She plopped down on the couch. “We are done for the night, and the weekend, too. Would you pour me some wine?”
“Sure,” Paul said, opening a bottle of Shiraz. “But there is one present I really want you to open now. I’ve been waiting all day, and I can’t wait until tomorrow morning. It’s there in front of you on the table.”
Joy shot him a curious look. “You’re eager, Mr.-I-Don’t-Care-About-Presents. What’s in here?”
“A surprise,” Paul said, sitting back as he watched her unwrap it. “One I’ve been working hard on all week. I hope you like it.”
Joy took a large sip of her wine, then dove in, tearing the wrapping paper away from the box in large strips. She yanked at the taped top, splitting the tape in two, then folded back the two halves. Her face registered absolute shock, then glee.
“Where did you get this?” she asked in awe, lifting out the black harness, the soft leather and metal rings glistening in the winking lights of the tree. “It’s beautiful.”
“That’s not everything,” Paul said huskily. “Look deeper.”
Joy set the harness aside, then moved away the tissue paper. Her eyes widened as she lifted out over the knee spike heeled boots, the black leather creaking. “There’s something in one—”
“In both, actually,” Paul encouraged. “Take a look.”
Joy slipped a small whip with a tassel on the end out of one boot, and then a black motorcycle cap and set of long black leather gloves out of the other boot. She looked up at Paul. “Do you want me to try them on?” she purred.
It was her aroused tone. And he hadn’t even gotten to the scenario yet! Encouraged, Paul nodded. “Hell, yes. I’ve been eager to see how they look.”
“Wait right there,” Joy said, then left quickly with the box.
In twenty minutes, she was back, the transformation complete. Her curls were fluffed under the leather cap, her eyes made up, her exhaustion forgotten as she stood proud and strong before him, balancing perfectly in the heels. The leather getup fit her perfectly: her breasts threatening to spill from the deep cups, her inviting hips riveting, the whip in one delicately gloved hand.
“I can see you like it,” Joy purred. Her gloved hand moved upward languidly, and then she crooked a finger. “Come here to your master.”
She was following it! He just had to keep his cool. Paul nodded, took a long swallow of wine for courage, then set down the glass. He came to stand before her, then went to his knees. “Mistress. How may I serve you?”
“Mmm,” Joy said, the pleased sound rolling out of her as she shifted her weight. “I like the sound of that. First, I want you to undress before me.”
Paul took off his shirt, and stood, slipping off his pants and underwear. As he turned to face her, Joy flicked him slightly with the whip, the tassel gently hitting his rigid cock. Paul gasped, his penis bobbing as he drew back.
“I didn’t give you permission to stand,” Joy said darkly. “I’ll have to punish you now—”
“No,” Paul said roughly, grabbing the whip away. He took it in his hands, then broke it with a sharp crack. Joy’s eyes widened, her lips parting. Before she could move, Paul pushed her into the chair behind her, then straddled her. “I have something else in mind, Mistress.”
Joy thrashed about wildly as he began to buckle leather cuffs around first her right wrist, then her left. With a click, he connected them, and then looked at her with a satisfactory smirk. “Now hold still.”
Producing a leather blindfold, Paul slipped off the cap, then pulled the leather over Joy’s eyes. He got to his feet, grasping her bound wrists. “Come with me.”
“Where are you taking me?” Joy said querulously. Paul didn’t answer, slowly guiding her towards the guest bedroom, her high heels making sharp clacks on the wooden floor.
Opening the door, he turned on the light, led her to the bed, sitting her down on it firmly. Carefully, he pushed her back until she was lying in the middle, then clasped one wrist cuff onto a chain. Disconnecting the other wrist from the chained one, he pulled her spread-eagled, making her cry out softly in surprise. With a click, he fastened that one to another chain on the other side of the bed. Paul’s hands slid slowly down her legs, tugging off each boot. Joy let him without protest, but brought her legs tight together as soon as he was done. She shifted slightly on the bed, the chains on her arms clinking.
“Stay right there, Mistress,” Paul teased lustfully. “I’ll be back for you soon.” With a kiss between her breasts, Paul left, his footsteps fast, Joy’s alarmed call following in his wake.
Ten minutes later, he hesitated on the threshold. Saying a quick prayer for courage, he crossed over, striding to the bed and yanking the blindfold from Joy’s eyes.
Joy gasped, her look of shock complete. Paul stood before her in leather pants, the neck ties of his long billowy black pirate shirt undone, the gold studs on his calf high black boots shining. In his left ear, a gold ring caught the light. Over one eye was a black leather eye patch.
“You thought to dominate me,” Paul said lustfully. “You got in over your head, woman. Tonight it’s my desires that will be fulfilled.”
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