His Christmas List Read Online T.L. Swan

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Novella Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 91767 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 459(@200wpm)___ 367(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
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“You take your clothes off,” he says.

“What?”

“You said you want me to show you where it does go?”

“I did.”

“Then do as I say. Take. Your. Clothes. Off.”

My eyes widen.

“Now.”

What the hell?

We didn’t even kiss and he expects me to undress in front of him?

Wait…do we kiss?

I tip my head back and drain my glass, I cough as the poison burns my throat and steals my breath.

I go to walk into the bathroom.

“There,” he demands.

“What?”

“You undress right there.”

My heart is hammering so hard in my chest and I glance toward the door and imagine running out of it.

Fuck this, I’m out of here.

“Look me in the eye and take your fucking clothes off,” he growls.

Gulp…. I swallow the lump in my throat.

Oh hell…what the fuck am I doing?

I take one stiletto off and throw it to the side.

Satisfaction flashes across his face and he sits back.

I take the other stiletto off with a shaky hand.

I’m literally about to have a heart attack.

I go to the bar and pour myself another glass of Dutch courage and take a huge gulp.

I predict copious amounts of therapy coming in my near future.

Am I actually going to do this?

Fuck it, what have I got to lose. I’m here now.

I slowly undo the zipper at the side of my dress.

“Eyes on me,” he demands.

I glance up and see him sitting there with his hand on his cock.

Gulp….

Fuck.

Me.

Dead.

Is this really happening?

No wonder I was nervous, I had a very good reason to be.

With his dark eyes locked on mine I take my dress down over one shoulder and then the other.

“Take it off,” he mouths.

Oh hell on a cracker, once he sees my body he really will run for the hills.

Can we at least fucking dim the lights or something?

With my heart in my throat I slowly slide the dress down and step out of it.

I stand before him in a black lace bra and G-string with a black ribbon suspender belt.

Satisfaction crosses his face as his eyes hungrily roam down over my body.

“Turn around.”

“What?” I frown.

“Turn. Around.”

He wants to look at my ass.

I nervously turn around.

“Touch your toes.”

“What?” I squeak.

“Touch. Your. Toes.”

I didn’t drink enough alcohol for this.

Oh…this is mortifying…and somewhat hot.

I bend and touch my toes and he inhales sharply. I close my eyes as I hear my heartbeat in my ears.

Help!

I hear the couch creak as if he’s stood up, what is it about this man that has me in a puddle?

I see his feet as he comes to stand behind me and I hold my breath as I wait for his next instruction.

His hand runs over my behind and then down to my sex, he pulls my G-string to the side and slides his fingers through my dripping-wet sex.

“Very nice,” he hums in a deep throaty voice, his finger circles through my sex and I see stars. “Very nice indeed.”

Hanging upside down with all the blood rushing to my head with his fingers doing that while one hundred percent alcohol is rushing through my bloodstream is a heady combination.

I could pass out any second…wouldn’t be surprised actually.

I hope he knows mouth-to-mouth resuscitation.

He slowly slides my panties down over my hips and drops them to the ground and he pulls my cheeks apart.

Thump.

Thump.

Thump.

I feel his tongue on my back entrance and my legs nearly buckle out from beneath me.

What the fuck?

He licks me deep; I feel his stubble burn my skin and I see the huge bulge in his suit pants through my legs.

Every cell in my body gets a goose bump as electricity from his touch sends me into overdrive. I don’t know what alternate universe this is in…but I do know it’s fucking perverted.

He slides two thick fingers deep into my sex and my knee collapses.

Slap.

Owww….

His slap sends a sharp sting through my skin.

“Stand up,” he growls.

3

Alora.

I stand up, not because he told me to but because I’m infuriated. I turn toward him like the devil. “That’s the first and last time you ever hit me.”

Confusion crosses his face as my words roll around in his head. “It wasn’t a hit, it was a sexual slap.”

“It was out of fucking line.” I don’t know what to say next without being a drama queen so I storm from the room, I find myself marching up the hallway to the bedroom. My blood is pumping hard through my body, is it arousal, is it rage, or is it sheer petrifaction…who knows?

I’m totally out of my depth here and I am freaking the fuck out.

I bust through the bedroom door, throw the robe on and begin to pace.

What am I doing here?

What the actual fuck am I doing here?

Getting my ass eaten by a god who wants to discipline me…that’s what?

I didn’t sign up for ass eating.

That’s…too in my regions…especially on a first date.

Only this isn’t a first date, it’s a kink club where anything goes and somewhere I paid a shit ton of money to be.



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