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“Merry Christmas, Headmaster Ignatius,” Calista purrs, and I feel the dip of her weight in the mattress, my cock already twitching at her proximity.

“Merry Christmas, Dr. Ravenna,” I whisper back, darting my tongue out to moisten my lips.

The bed dips beneath her weight, and I feel the warm press of her core as she straddles my hips, rubbing her center over my rigid length. I die a little in delight at the sensation.

“You’ve been such a good boy this year, Alastair,” she murmurs, scraping her long nails down my bare chest. I groan beneath her praise and the sting of pain she elicits.

“I’ll always be a good boy for you, Calista.”

“And if I asked you to let me use your body while I get off, would that be something you’d endure for me?”

“I’d gladly die under your rapture, my ruin.”

She chuckles lightly. “Always the martyr for my pleasure.”

I hear shuffling and feel her maneuvering over me, but it’s not until her thighs are positioned over my ears like earmuffs that I realize what’s in store for me. She settles her cunt over my face, pressing down, and I groan in sweet relief at the intoxicating scent of her—warm honey and spice.

“I want three before I’ll release you.”

“Give me four,” I murmur against her slick folds, blindly swiping my tongue between them. She grinds herself over my face, her thighs tightening around my head and tendrils of heat coil down my spine at the sounds of her growing pleasure.

I lick and suck her flesh, my tongue diving deep into her cunt, coating my tongue with the heady taste of her arousal.

Blindfolded and unable to touch her with anything more than she’ll allow, every sense is heightened to the extreme.

Her moans are a sweet symphony. Blood swells in my cock. Her legs shake, and lustful sounds flood the room. Sparks of fire sing in my veins, and when she cries out in ecstasy, it’s with my name on her tongue and a smile on my face.

We continue like this all throughout the morning with my stunning wife releasing me from my shackles with each orgasm. Each time I bring her to the brink of ecstasy, she allows me the pleasure of doing it once more with another limb untethered.

By the time I’m released from the bed and my blindfold removed, my lovely wife is laid out, heaving beside me. Her hair is a knotted mess of firelight waves fanned out around her head, rising chest straining against the emerald gossamer of her corseted top and pussy juice coating her inner thighs.

“Give me a minute to recover and you can have your way with me,” she sighs dreamily, and I can’t contain my laughter.

“I’m no longer strapped down, my ruin, which means you are no longer in charge. You have no say here. I’ve been nice long enough. Now it’s time to be naughty.”

I grip her hips, flip her onto her back, and slide between her pretty thighs.

Calista

My husband plunges his rigid length inside me, having no mercy on my aching cunt. I whimper as my walls spasm around him, stretching to fit every last inch of his impressive cock, his frenum piercing rubbing my g-spot deliciously.

He runs his hands up my spine, pressing one shoulder into the mattress and the other into my roots. Wrenching my head back, he sinks impossibly deeper into me, pistoning his hips without mercy.

I cry out his name—an incoherent string of pleas, for what, I’m unsure. My body coils tight as a bowstring. With every thrust of his hips, the slapping of our bodies and the thud of the headboard fill the room.

His panting intensifies. He lowers his body, covering my back with his chest, and nips at my earlobe. My toes curl, nails digging into the mattress.

“So fucking perfect, my ruin,” he growls, pulling out abruptly. He slaps my ass, the burn of pleasure rippling through me, coating my flesh in goosebumps. “Such a pretty ass. Creamy skin that turns the most beautiful shade of red with just a little—” His palm meets my flesh once more, and then again and again until tears are falling down my cheeks and my clit is pulsing with another release just out of reach.

“Please,” I beg.

He grips my hips, fingers digging into me with reckless abandon as he flips me over, clutches my thighs and drops them to either side of me, splaying me open. My eyes widen at the sight of him bent over me like a god, auburn hair tousled, sharp jaw speckled with the perfect amount of gray, and stormy eyes piercing me with his gaze. His body is lean, but strong—magnificent.

He reaches over me and grabs an item from the wall, gripping my favorite riding crop in his palm. He flips it over and over, eyes glinting as he taunts me without any words spoken.

“My wife edged and teased me for over an hour and thinks she can ask for a reprieve before I have my way with her gorgeous pussy?”

He tilts his head, smacking the palm of his hand with the crop. My thighs clench, or they would if he weren’t kneeling between them.