Okay I woke up to this in my news feed this morning! I LOVE these!!!! She couldn’t post the link to her Blog because it was restricted or some reason and I had the same issue so here it is. (pretty much copied and pasted it from her site! So that I can post and share on FB)….
Marc’s Christmas Scene for Angelina
Angelina removed Marc’s sexy elf hat and ran her fingers through his hair as his Porsche tore down the highway toward Aspen Corners. She hoped they wouldn’t be too late, but knew Mama wouldn’t start serving dinner until they arrived. She just didn’t tell Marc that. Let him think he might miss out on some of Mama’s fantastic cooking.
Her mind turned to what had made them late. “What do you think that was all about with Savi?” Seeing Damián’s friend freaking out over the kitten two hours ago had her worried. She hoped they’d done the right thing in bringing the rescued kitten to Marisol for Christmas this morning. Damián said he liked the idea, anyway. His being allergic to little Boots made her doubly worried.
Marc squeezed her hand. “She appeared to have some kind of flashback, but Damián’s had enough of them to know what to do. Don’t worry, cara.”
She nodded. It was ironic that Damián would find a lady with PTSD issues, too. “She seems really nice, and Marisol is adorable. I can see why Damián’s so smitten with them both.”
“I just hope Savi doesn’t re-injure that rib. She scared me this morning when she jumped up and ran.”
Angelina leaned over the console and pressed a kiss against Marc’s cheek.
“What was that for?”
“For caring so much, even about a near stranger. You’re a good man, Marc D’Alessio.”
Marc kept his gaze on the road ahead. “I think you’re biased, Amore.”
“Maybe. I’m in love, too. But if you weren’t so wonderful, then I wouldn’t be biased orin love.”
His smile told her she hadn’t freaked him out telling him she loved him, not like it used to do anyway. The two rode on in companionable silence. As they came through the last pass, she glanced at the road leading to Cassie’s cabin and wondered what the woman planned to do for Christmas. Maybe she should have invited her to join the Giardano gathering, but Cassie would almost certainly have declined, especially with all Angelina’s brothers there in full force. She was such a sweet girl. Too bad she kept herself closed off from everyone the way she did. Everyone but Karla and, by association, now Angelina to a slight degree.
Snow clouds hovered over the mountain peaks to the right. She wondered how much accumulation there would be today and tonight, hoping it wouldn’t be enough to impede travel. She and Marc wanted to get back to Denver tonight. He said he had a special Christmas scene planned for her up in their playroom. She couldn’t wait.
But wait she would, because Marc loved to make her squirm with anticipation. She was getting better at not peppering him with a dozen questions, because she knew he wouldn’t tell her anything. Still, she couldn’t help but wonder.
“So, is my Christmas scene going to involve a certain jolly old elf?”
He reached over and pinched her.
“Who are you calling old?”
She rubbed her thigh. “I meant Santa Claus, you big oaf.”
He chuckled.” After playing the elf today, I naturally assumed you meant me.”
“Well, of course I expect it to include you. Hmmm, maybe a threesome.”
Marc’s face grew serious. “I don’t share you with anyone. Not anymore.”
There had been a time when he’d practically thrown her at Luke. She remembered the time with the three of them on her sofa, too, not that Marc had done anymore more than restrain her with his body for Luke’s pleasure. Okay, her pleasure, too. But she knew Luke wasn’t the right man for her. She was destined to love Marc for the rest of her life.
“Now I wonder what an elf might use on a naughty little sub?” She tapped her chin as she pretended to think about it, hoping he’d divulge something, but he remained silent. “I’ve heard some elves can get quite creative with candy canes.”
“How did you…I mean, we’ll see. You know I’m not going to tell you.”
Oh, but that was a tell! So, he planned to use a candy cane. She read once that they made for an incredible sensation when inserted into a pussy. Is that what he had in mind? She remembered the time he’d put minty toothpaste on her clit. Would a minty candy stick burn as much? Would he use one of those great bit ones?
Angelina flushed at the thought. Mio Dio, she wanted to get back home as soon as they could.
Moments later Marc pulled into her Mama’s driveway, putting all thoughts of their upcoming playtime on the back burner for a while. Her youngest brother Tony came outside the house wearing a red and blue ski sweater. He shook Marc’s hand. The two tolerated each other, but until there was a ring on her finger, Tony was going to ride Marc’s ass to make an honest woman of her and not expect him to be a forever kind of guy.
Tony gave Angelina a crushing hug. “Merry Christmas, baby.”
“Stop calling me baby.”
He released her and tweaked her nose. “Not a chance.” Marc opened the trunk.
Tony let her go. “Need any help carrying things inside?”
Soon the three of them were loaded down with presents as well as the dishes Angelina had offered to bring for today’s feast, including some of her favorite anise-flavored Italian cookies. She hoped Marc would enjoy them.
The next couple hours were filled with food and laughter around the table. When her brothers went to the family room to gather around the TV set to watch a bowl game, Marc surprised her by staying with her and Mama to help clear the table.
“Don’t you want to watch football?”
“I love football—just not the American version.”
Ah, so her Italian stud had brought with him a love of soccer from the old country. Angelina actually enjoyed watching the World Cup much more than a bowl game. One more thing they were compatible in. She’d never dreamed she’d meet someone so perfect for her. Especially not a Dom, after she’d sworn off BDSM altogether with the disastrous introduction she’s had with Allen Martin.
Marc set the silverware in the sink and turned to her. “What was that thought?”
Angelina looked over at Marc. She hadn’t even realized he’d been watching her. But he always seemed to be attentive and knew her every thought sometimes. Or at least knew the emotion behind it based on what he read on her expressive face.
“Nothing. Just thankful to have found you. That’s all.”
“Ah, but I found you first.”
“Yeah, well, I was trying to block that out of my memory, so it took me a while to realize you had rescued me at the club. I found you at Rico’s, though. It helped that I wasn’t in subspace. I remember that more clearly.”
He reached out to pinch her nipple and she turned quickly to make sure Mama hadn’t seen, but she was walking back toward the dining room to gather more items. Angelina tried to brush his hand aside anyway, but he just squeezed harder.
“Ow. What was that for?”
“To remind you that, even though you have no cognizant memory of our first time together, your body retains the feeling memory of that time.”
Her clit zinged as she remembered how he’d reached inside the subbie blanket and he’d brought her off with just a touch.
Marc smiled. “See? You do remember.”
Her face grew flushed and he gave her nipple one more pinch before letting her go. “Here, Mrs. Giardano, let me take those.” Angelina fanned herself as Marc went to retrieve whatever Mama held and carried a stack of scraped plates to the sink.
Tonight couldn’t come fast enough. And neither could she.****
Marc checked to make sure the red satin sash was securely fastened over Angelina’s eyes before he opened the door to the playroom. He’d let her take a look at the way he’d decorated the room later, but she’d peppered him with so many questions on the way home, he thought it best she remain in suspense a while longer. When would she learn that a little anticipation was good for her—and him? He’d have her howling tonight—a number of times.
With an arm around her waist between her back and her cuffed hands, he led her toward the spanking horse. They hadn’t played on this particular piece of equipment before. He’d continue to work with her on the St. Andrew’s cross and was confident he’d replaced all the bad memories of that apparatus with much more pleasant ones.
But tonight, he wanted to see her ass red and her pussy weeping for him in readiness.Dio, he’d missed being able to touch her today. Judging by the way she’d stroked his thigh and eventually his cock on the drive back, she was ready, too. Good thing he’d pulled over to the emergency lane before he wrecked the Porsche. He’d ordered her to give him a blow job before he’d been able to continue the rest of the three-hour drive home. Merda, the woman’s hands—and mouth—did something to him that made it hard to concentrate. Watching her deep throat him made him hard as a rock now.
But tonight was his gift to her—at first, anyway. When they reached the horse, he halted her. He released the clamp on the padded leather cuffs he’d restrained her with down in the bedroom.
“Use your hands to separate your tits for me.” She did so. He wanted to see one tit on each side of the bar, her nipples easily accessible to him. Dio, he loved her big tits.
“There are kneelers just in front of your feet. Stand on them.” The toe of her shoe bumped into the left one before she raised her mule-encased foot onto the velvet pad. She soon had her other foot on its pad. The shoes had a three-inch heel, which was about as much as he wanted to see her in. She was none too steady in anything higher anyway.
“Good girl.” He placed one hand on her abdomen and the other between her shoulder blades and applied slight pressure to her back. “Now, bend over.”
Her hesitation barely noticeable, she leaned forward, trusting him not to let her fall as he guided her into position on the center beam of the spanking horse. The joint of her hips was right at the edge, just where he wanted her. When he’d set up the equipment, he’d adjusted the arms of the horse to where he thought her arms would be. Perfect fit. He knew her body so well after the last few months. Not nearly as well as he wanted to learn it in the months and years to come.
“You can release your tits and stretch out your arms as if on a cross.” She’d seen this piece of equipment before and stretched out onto the padded arm rests in perfect position. “Good girl.” He saw a smile on her lips, then moved to the head of the apparatus and took her head between his hands, guiding her forehead onto the padded cushion and making sure her face was positioned properly inside the hole. He then strapped her waist to the center bar.
“Nod if you can breathe comfortably.”
She nodded. He’d instructed her that she was not to make a sound unless given permission or to count the blows. Keeping her from being so vocal was an area of discipline in which they still had a lot of work to do, especially when she was ready to come. He loved hearing her express the pleasure of her orgasm, but he also wanted to enjoy her more in public and needed to work on quieting down her responses to being pleasured—a little, at least. Tonight, though, he wanted to hear her scream his name as she came with him buried deep inside her. Not yet, though.
After adjusting the kneepads to make her comfortable—for now—he went to his toy bag and pulled out what he’d be using tonight. He loved sensation play with Angelina. She was so fucking responsive.****
Angelina waited. She’d never been on the spanking horse before. The name alone made her wet. She loved being spanked—and Marc was built like a horse. She hoped he’d fill her pussy with every inch tonight. With all the Christmas preparations, they hadn’t really had time for play or even vanilla sex for the last five days. She was primed and ready.
Something soft and fuzzy brushed up her thighs and over the cheeks of her butt. She pictured the heart-shaped paddle he’d used on her several months ago in the great room at the club when he’d begun her training as a sub. But she was his sub now. Forever.
“You know the drill, pet. You’re permitted to speak as you’ve been trained to do.”
The soft paddle came down on her left cheek. “One, Sir. Please may I have another?”Only harder this time. With something other than that wimpy paddle? But she’d behave for now, unless he continued to go easy on her, in which case she’d release the brat inside.
After several more love taps with the fuzzy paddle, Marc’s fingers spread open her shaved lips, exposing her wet pussy and clit to the much cooler air.
“Holy…” She hoped she’d caught herself in time, but the paddle had come down hard on her swollen clit, surprising her. “I mean, four, Sir. M-may I have another?”
“Of course, pet.”
This time, she braced herself for the paddle to her clit again. Instead, she felt Marc’s tongue stroking her clit hood and coaxing the little nubbin to engorge even more. Oh, yes. Keep doing that.
Holy Mother of God! The pain radiated from her pussy to her thighs as the pain of the direct impact onto her exposed clit. What number were they on?
“Five, Sir. Please may I have another?”
No more blows were delivered. Marc rammed what felt like to fingers into her pussy hole and she tried to move toward him, but the belt around her waist and the arm restraints made that impossible. She moaned.
Oh, yeah. He didn’t want to her hear expressing her pleasure this time. She needed to rein in her responses.
He removed his fingers and he nearly groaned with regret before catching herself. The sound of crinkling cellophane filled her ears. Ah, the candy cane. When he pressed the tip against her pussy, she immediately realized this was no tiny cane, but one of those inch-thick sticks it took forever to finish as a kid. He continued to press the stick inside her and she didn’t feel anything at first. What a disappointment.
She heard more cellophane and Marc came up near her face. “Turn toward me.” She did, and he pushed the sash onto her forehead. He was licking the straight end of a smaller candy cane and smiling. He wore his green elf hat from earlier, but looked anything but innocent. There was a wicked gleam in his eye.
“How does your pussy feel?”
She wasn’t sure how much of the stick was inside her, but the image of the other end sticking out of her hole made her clench her vaginal muscles. “Full.” Suddenly, the ring of muscles around her opening began to grow increasingly warm. “Hot now.”
He grinned and stuck the candy cane into his mouth right up to the curve of the stick, coating it with his saliva. He took it out. “Face down.” Just before she averted her eyes, she saw him practically deep- throat the cane again.
His hand spread her clenched butt cheeks, which she’d contracted to keep the now-burning stick from falling out, not that it seemed to be going anywhere.
“Relax your sphincter.”
“Silence, pet, or you’ll be punished for your lack of discipline.”
The tip of the wet candy cane pressed against her asshole and she fought to relax, but the thought of the burning to come made that nearly impossible.
The stinging in her butt cheek told her Marc’s patience wasn’t going to put up with any disobedience, so she relaxed as he’d instructed and felt the smaller peppermint coated candy stick insert into her anus. While not nearly as big as the butt plugs he’d trained her with, the heat of the peppermint oil, already wet from Marc’s mouth, soon heated up her smaller hole.
Don’t scream. Remain quiet for him. Please your Dom.
The litany went on and on. Marc stroked her but cheeks down to her thighs and up again. He pulled the larger cane out, then rammed it inside her very wet pussy again where it bumped against the smaller cane, causing pain to bloom in her ass. She clenched her sphincter tightly around the sugary torture device that had her burning for Marc’s penis. But she knew she wouldn’t receive that Christmas reward for a while, not after she’d gotten him off just a couple hours ago on the ride home. He was satiated for now. She’d learned the man’s endurance was beyond anything imaginable during that first week they’d been together.
Marc pinched her left nipple, causing her to jerk as much as she could, then he clamped it with one of the alligator clips he was fond of using lately. The teeth bit into her flesh, but with the flow of blood cut off, it soon grew numb as he walked around the horse to do the same with the other nipple. She knew the real pain would come later, when he removed the damned things.
He stepped away again and she missed the heat of his body. “Now, where were we?”
Ow! The sting of a leather tawse came down on her right upper thigh. Where indeed? “Um, six, Sir.” She hoped. “May I have another?”
“Very good, pet. Your levels of concentration are improving.”
His words warmed her heart, but not quite as warm as her ass and pussy holes and the residual stinging where he’d smacked her.
“Seven, Sir. Please may I have another?”
He continued with a steadily increasing intensity of blows landing on her butt cheeks as she counted. Fifteen. Twenty. Twenty-five. She pictured the candy canes bobbing up and down as she flinched and tried to squirm away from the stinging leather. Her cheeks soon were hotter than her candy-filled holes, but the feeling of pain receded. She tried not to moan, but she wanted to come so badly.
Without warning, the larger of the canes was removed. “Turn your head and look at me.”
She did so and looked up at him with love and hoped she’d pleased him. Without smiling he pressed the candy cane against her lips and pressed it inside. The taste of her own juices mixed with the peppermint was very sensual and she closed her eyes as he pressed it further into her mouth.
“I said look at me.”
She complied immediately and he began fucking her face with the stick as she looked up at him. Deeper and deeper the stick went toward the back of her throat. Mio Dio, she couldn’t deep throat a candy stick. It would tear up her throat making it hard for her to take him there for days to come. But she wasn’t going to tell him to stop. During playtime, her body was his to use as he wished. He’d never abused—or disappointed—her yet.
Marc removed the stick before pressing any further. He smiled. “Good girl.”
Relief flooded her. She’d pleased him.
He reached up to unsnap the crotch of his leathers and his cock sprang out. Without having to tell her, she opened her mouth and he soon filled her, going deeper than where he’s stopped with the cane on his very first stroke. His hands held her head in place, as if she was going anywhere, and he pushed himself down her throat. She’d long ago lost the gag reflex, loving to give him head every chance he’d let her, and heard him moan as his cock slid into her tight throat. She wished her hands weren’t restrained so she could play with the curly hairs on his balls, but would have to content herself with this for now. He pinched her nostrils closed and soon she tightened around his cock even more as she tried to gasp for breath. Pressure built in her chest, but he released her and withdrew. She was disappointed that she hadn’t gotten him to come for her.
He walked back down to the juncture of her legs. The coarse hair of his legs stung as they brushed against her tawse-reddened thighs, but she soon forgot the pain as he rammed his cock into her. The smaller cane moved back and forth as he pumped into her, causing her sphincter to go into spasms. She wouldn’t last much longer.
Marc’s finger flicked the hood of her clit and she clenched her teeth. You do not have permission to scream.
Sweat broke out on her forehead, soaking her satin sash, as she fought for self-control. Marc removed the candy cane from her butt hole and reached up to stroke the sides of her breasts.
“Come for me, pet. Loudly.”
He removed both of the tit clamps simultaneously. The pain rushed into her nipples as blood flow was restored.
“Holy shit, that hurts! Oh, Gesu, yes! It hurts so good!”
His finger rubbed her tender nipples as he continued to pumped his rod inside her. The explosion bubbled up. “So close. Come with me, Sir!”
And he did.