Home for the Holidays (Siren Publishing Classic) by Diane Leyne Page A

talking about?”
    “Do you know how scared I was when I realized someone was trying to kill you? I’d just found you and I was afraid I was going to lose you. And then when the police told me you believed that I was the one, I couldn’t believe you doubted me. I just shut down. You saw me. At first I went a little crazy and tried to hit the cop who told me that you thought it was me and then I just shut down and gave up. Even if they cleared me, it wouldn’t matter if you didn’t believe in me.”
    Smack, smack, smack. Something strange was happening. The initial sting of the slaps was transforming, and the heat seemed to be going straight to her pussy. Oh my god, this spanking was turning her on, and he knew it. He was massaging her butt after every smack, but now his fingers were inside her, feeling the wetness that was dripping down her thighs.
    “Hmm. You liked being spanked. I’ll have to remember that.” It turned him on, too. His cock was as hard as a rock and digging into her side.
    She felt him reach for something. With one hand, he pulled her butt cheeks apart. It was a good thing he couldn’t see her face, because it was bright red. She felt him dribble some cold lube between her cheeks. She jumped at the feel. He chuckled and started swirling the lube with his finger, pushing against the little rosette. Using the lube, it was easier for him to breach her ass. He slid his finger in and out a few times. She moaned. He pushed his finger in to the second knuckle and started swirling his finger around. She moaned louder and started squirming. With his other hand, he reached under her and rubbed her clit.
    Oh, god. How was she going to take this?
    When he pulled his finger out, she made a keening sound of displeasure. She felt him pour some more lube between her cheeks and some directly into her slightly gaping ass. Then he pushed two fingers into her. This hurt a bit, but the pain quickly morphed to a dark pleasure as he scissored his fingers, opening her up further. He added a third finger. Now she felt full and stretched to the maximum. She squirmed in his arms. He pulled out his fingers and smacked her on both cheeks, and his other hand started moving on her clit again.
    This time, he breached her ass with the butt plug. In the bag it didn’t look that big, certainly smaller than his erect cock, but now it felt enormous. She felt him push it into her and pull back a bit, push it further and then pull back a bit. She knew that it was shaped like a Christmas tree, starting from a narrow rounded point and that point was now in her ass. Then it broadened out before abruptly narrowing before flaring out once more to a wide base to ensure that it didn’t go all the way in and could be easily removed.
    As he fucked it into her, she could feel it stretching her wider and wider. It was starting to hurt, and she wasn’t sure how much more she could take when she felt it slide home inside her. Jack patted her ass and crooned, “Good girl.” He wiggled the plug inside her, and all she felt was desire. Her pussy felt particularly empty, and she sighed with pleasure when he inserted his finger. The plug pushed down on the thin membrane separating her ass from her pussy, compressing it, and his finger felt enormous.
    She squeaked in surprise when he flipped her and placed her gently on the pillow. He spread her legs, and then she watched as he lubed his cock and carefully pushed into her, slowly, watching her face.
    She couldn’t believe how tight she felt. She thought she’d fly apart before he got halfway in. He leaned down and kissed her gently. Then he pushed the rest of the way with one stroke. She convulsed on him, her orgasm slamming through her.
    Jack took that as his cue to move. She was so tight he wasn’t going to last and quickly shot his load into her.
    He rolled off her and pulled her tightly to his side and prepared to go asleep. She reached behind her, but he stopped her.
    “What do you think you