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WINTER WARMERS
A HOUSE OF EROTICA COLLECTION



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Winter Warmers
published in 2013, 2014 by House of Erotica
an imprint of Andrews UK Limited
www.houseoferoticabooks.com
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All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
Copyright © House of Erotica 2013, 2014
The right of the various authors to be identified as authors of this book has been asserted in accordance with section 77 and 78



Filled with Christmas Spirit
Annabeth Leong
Caroline wants to stay in, but Marcus wants to go out and celebrate the Christmas spirit. Together they create a supremely kinky experience.
Caroline rushed to meet Marcus at the door when she heard his key in the lock. Three days before Christmas, with both of them off from work for the next two weeks, she had plans. She hoped she’d made them clear with her outfit, black lace edged with red ribbon, underwire that lifted her generous breasts almost beyond what seemed possible, black garters with red stockings, and heels so high they made her feel like a ballerina en pointe .
A bit of a cliché, perhaps, but, knowing her man, it would work. She flung the door open before Marcus could and grinned at the way her nipples stiffened at the blast of cold air from outside.
Marcus flared his nostrils as he took the sight in. “Very nice,” he said.
His tone was appreciative, but he hadn’t scooped her up and carried her immediately to the bedroom the way she had hoped. Caroline cocked her head. “But...?”
He stepped in decisively, kicking the door shut behind him. “But I need to find you something to put on over that.” Sweeping past her, he set his briefcase down beside the door, then continued into the house.
She blinked incredulously. “Over this? You do know what it means to be greeted at the door by a woman wearing lingerie, right?”
Marcus, already in the bedroom, stuck his head out into the hallway. “Oh, keep the lingerie on, for sure. Believe me, I’m going to hold you to the promise those clothes are making. I just want to go caroling first.”
“Caroling?” The word echoed with her name in a way that made his declaration even stranger.
“Yup!” Marcus’s tone had taken on the extreme cheeriness that meant he was up to something. Caroline followed him into the bedroom. He’d obviously noticed the toys she’d laid out on the top of the dresser - he’d put the flogger away but kept her collar, butt plug, and kegel balls in place. He followed her glance and grinned. “You had already gotten out three of the four things I wanted. It’s almost as if you were reading my mind.”
Caroline shook her head. “You have to explain what’s going on. If you don’t want to stay in and get kinky with me, why are you excited about the toys I got out of the drawer?”
Marcus’s naughty expression cleared up her confusion a moment before his words did. “Because, dear Caroline, I want to go out and get kinky with you.” He swept her into his arms and pulled her into a long, extravagant kiss.
He was a couple inches shorter than her, which had made her afraid to wear heels around him at first. The right shoes, however, placed her nipples at just the correct height for him to suck them from a standing position without strain. Marcus took advantage of that now, steering her toward the bedroom wall and slipping his tongue under the edges of the lacy cups that held her breasts.
She knew from pleasant experience that he could keep that up until she lost her balance, then hold her in place and continue until she came from that stimulation alone, and then keep going until her nipples ached for days afterward. It wouldn’t have been a bad way to start the night, except that Caroline sensed Marcus was using his talents to soften her up.
She pushed his head away. “Go out and get kinky where exactly?”
Unfazed by her suspicious tone, he picked her collar up from the dresser, humming a little to himself. “I already told you, sweetheart. Caroling. I want to make you - I mean, hear you - sing.”
She narrowed her eyes at the collar. “Make me sing?”
He held it out to her. Caroline wasn’t always in the mood to be submissive, and their deal was that she could always choose whether or not she wanted to put on the collar. She’d gotten it out of the drawer because she had wanted to feel Marcus’s power over her, to bask in receiving his strength. She didn’t know if she was ready to take their power games out of the bedroom, especially when his wicked expression made it clear he didn’t plan to go easy with her. As usual with her boyfriend, it looked like she was getting in a bit over her head tonight.
This was what she liked about him, though. Where so many relationships in her life had become lackluster as time wore on, Marcus had a talent for finding new ways to set off sparks. Every time she’d trusted him to take her to an extreme, he’d made the risks she’d taken well worth her while.
Caroline flashed him a challenging expression and took the collar, fastening it around her neck with a decisive snap. It wasn’t at all close to a dog collar and would never support a leash or any such device. A simple black satin ribbon with a buckle at the ends, it mattered to them for what it symbolized. Caroline had chosen the collar because she could easily hide the buckle under her mass of dark hair, and she’d known at the time that this meant Marcus might one day take her outside while wearing it. The idea still made her stomach flip over, but it also made her pussy clench.
Marcus smiled and petted the top of her head. The gesture made her feel small even though he had to reach up to do it. “I’m going to take good care of you.”
She grinned. “I’ll bet.”
“Get on the bed on all fours and pull down those panties.”
A shiver started down her inner thighs. Caroline was rapidly losing her disappointment about not staying in, but at the same time growing anxious about what exactly Marcus planned to do with her.
She did as she was told, trembling a little. Baring herself to him never failed to make her self-conscious, all too aware of her intimate parts, and wet.
“Good girl,” Marcus said. “Can you guess what the fourth thing I wanted was?” He brought his hand to her side, stroking her with the firm affection he might have used with an expensive racehorse.
She shook her head.
“Give me a guess.”
“Uh, sheet music? If we’re going caroling, that is.”
Marcus burst out laughing. “That wasn’t what I had in mind, but you get points for that answer.” He released her and went to rummage in the dresser. “I need lube to get your ass ready for this plug.”
“Marcus, you can’t really mean to take me out of the house with that in me!”
“If it doesn’t work, it doesn’t work, but I certainly mean to give it a shot.”
Caroline whimpered, already imagining herself surrounded by fresh-faced, wholesome-looking carolers, trying to conceal the secret fullness in her ass.
“If I’d known this idea would excite you so much, I would have tried it sooner.”
Caroline frowned, then realized her whimper had become a moan before it ended.
The bed creaked as Marcus settled himself behind her. A moment later, he spread her labia. The sudden intimate touch underscored the submission she had chosen to give him. He hadn’t needed to kiss her first, or to slowly work his way up to touching her there. Instead, he took it as his right to touch her there.
His finger slipped into her. “You’re soaking, Caroline.”
Marcus found her favorite inner spots and pressed against them, leaving Caroline unable to answer him with words. She braced herself on her palms as well as she could, resisting the urge to drop flat onto the bed as he slid more fingers inside her. Every time she swallowed, she felt the ribbon against her throat and remembered that she’d given herself over to Marcus’s plans for the evening.
“We shouldn’t lose our Christmas spirit,” Marcus said in the same teasing tone he’d been using since he got home. “I think you should practice your caroling now, Caroline.” He lingered on the similarity of the activity and her name, pronouncing the repeated sounds with relish. She might have commented on this if she’d been able to speak. Instead, she shook her head rapidly and continued to moan.
“Oh, come on. I know you like Christmas. Let’s give it a shot together, shall we?” He cleared his throat theatrically while suddenly giving his fingers a twist inside her. Caroline cried out in surprise at the same moment that Marcus sang in a rich baritone, “God rest ye merry, gentlemen, let nothing you dismay.”
She couldn’t help but laugh. “You have got to be kidding me,” she managed to say.
He cupped her ass, his hand gentle but taut. Caroline tensed, knowing a squeeze or slap could be moments away. “I’m not kidding at all, Caroline.”
She swallowed hard and cleared her throat. Her face heated at the ridiculousness of his request. Singing carols while he played with her pussy seemed a bit humiliating even in the privacy of their bedroom, and it was nothing compared with what she might be doing in a few hours. The flush of shame woke every nerve in Caroline’s body, making her skin tingle everywhere. Her fingers trembled against the mattress and she had to struggle to keep herself in position.
Marcus tapped his palm against her ass, signaling his impatience. Caroline took a deep breath and tried the