Ever since I was old enough to be having sex, I always felt holiday sex was something special. There seemed to be so many new possibilities, with the promise of wrapping and unwrapping gifts, holiday parties and surprises under the tree.

I always fantasized about my holiday sex being extra creative (tied up in red ribbons like our story Red Bow) or extra kinky (like the very creative ménages a trois in Shannon's Surprise and Snowbound and Gagged) or just extra romantic and magical!

We're hoping you'll find this erotic Christmas anthology brings you just enough creative, kinky magic to get you through the holidays!

Lori Perkins

November 2008

Red Bow

One

December 13

Jessica Oberon pushed her blond hair off her forehead and searched once again for the file. It still wasn't on her desk.

"Tracy!" she called to her assistant. "If O'Brien still has that file, tell him it had better be on my desk in the next three minutes or it'll be his head!"

"Yes, ma'am," Tracy said from the open door of her office. "Chamberlain wants to see you when you have a moment, too."

Jessica slanted her brown eyes toward her assistant. "It's less than two weeks before Christmas. The advertising department is behind schedule. I have two people out sick and you're not looking too hot yourself. No. I don't have a minute."

Tracy nodded and sneezed. Jessica sighed and ran her fingers through her hair again. "Go home, Tracy," she said. "I don't want to be sick this Christmas." Standing, she went to see what the president of Chamberlain Advertising wanted.

Thirty minutes later, an armful of new client folders in her hands, Jessica reentered her office. Tracy had taken her advice and left for the day, which was just as well. Digging under her sink, Jessica found disinfectant wipes. She could not be sick for Christmas.

Turning from her chore, she noticed a cream-colored linen envelope tied with a red satin bow on her desk. Excitement skittered through her. Twelve days before Christmas and like clockwork, there it was.

It's been a year, lover. I've miss the taste of your body. I've missed your submission. Have you been a good girl? Room 801 of the St. Regis 10 p.m. Don't be late.

Wetness pooled between her legs and she bit her lip to prevent a moan from escaping. She remembered last year very clearly. With her heart pounding in her chest and her knees weak at the thought of what he planned this year, Jessica slipped the note into her purse. But not before gliding the satin bow through her fingertips.

She had a lot of work to do before leaving this afternoon. Glancing at the clock, she saw it was still hours before their time together. How was she supposed to concentrate with his promise of seduction?

Arousal still thrumming through her veins, Jessica pulled into her garage and went to greet the chaos awaiting her. Her children, Julie and Sean, enveloped her in sticky hugs the second she walked through the door. It was always a race with them to see who got to her first. Falling to her knees, she kissed them both.

As they chattered about their days, Jessica guided them into the kitchen. Ellen, their live-in nanny and cook, stood at the stove stirring a delicious smelling pot of sauce.

"Has Kenneth called?" she asked, lifting Julie onto the island stool.

"Yes," Ellen nodded with an odd look in her direction. "He's working at the hospital late and isn't sure when he'll be home."

"Daddy always works late at Christmastime," Julie said.

"I know," she said and kissed her daughter's head. "Are you all packed?"

"Yup!" the girl chirped. "Can I go skiing with Grandma again this year?"

"Of course." Jessica smiled as she peeked around the corner at the too-quiet Sean. He was busy running a fire truck over the couch. "Grandma and Grandpa will be here any minute to take you to their house."

Jessica felt a momentary stab of guilt at leaving her children with the grandparents until Christmas Day, twelve whole days. She wasn't sure what she was doing was right, but couldn't help herself. He was a temptation to alluring to resist.

Just then the doorbell rang and both children ran to open it.

Two minutes to ten, Jessica stood before room 801 of the St. Regis. She hadn't changed out of her business suit, but had removed her panties and replaced her square-heeled shoes for stilettos.

Heart pounding with excitement, she slipped off her watch. As the minute hand moved closer to ten, she dropped it into her purse. With one last deep breath, she knocked on the door.

It swung open, the room dark and cool beyond the threshold.

"Take two steps in," a husky voice instructed. "Stay absolutely still."

Jessica did as instructed. The door closed and she felt him behind her. His hands slid up her arms, loosening her fingers from her purse and removing her suit jacket. He undid the first buttons on her blouse, fingers a teasing touch on her sensitive skin.

A satin cloth slid around her neck, fluttering over the tops of her breasts. Drawing in a sharp breath, she fought to remain still.

"Good girl," he whispered in her ear.

Shuddering at his closeness, she waited as he took the cloth and tied it around her eyes. His lips were on her neck, as erotic as the satin on her breasts.

In the darkness of the blindfold, she felt him move around her. His fingers were smooth on her skin as he unbuttoned the rest of her blouse, the zipper of her skirt a harsh sound in the darkness.

The material pooled around her feet and she heard his sharp intake of breath.

"No panties?" His mouth was against her ear, tongue licking the outer shell. "Naughty girl."

She didn't answer, unsure if she should. His hand swatter her ass but she didn't yelp.

"What do you say, Jessica?"

"Yes, master."

"Yes, master, what?" he demanded. His hand was still on her ass, cool on the warm skin.

"Yes, master," she said steadily, excitement tingling through her "I am a naughty girl."

"So you are," he agreed, circling her.

She felt his lips on her neck, hands tracing the tops of her stockings. Slowly, too slowly for her liking, he moved along her body. Cupping her breasts, his fingers tugged her already-hard nipples.

"I see your body hasn't forgotten me," he said.

Though his voice was steady, she felt his cock pressed hard against her buttocks. She wanted to grind against it. Take him into her and assuage her aching body.

"No," Jessica managed. "Never."

Smoothing his palms over her breasts, he walked in front of her.

"I want you to remove my clothing," he instructed. "Don't touch me except to remove the clothing."

"Yes, master," she whispered.

Jessica reached to where she knew his collar to be. Loosening his tie, she let it hang while her fingers slipped each button through its hole. She took her time, careful not to touch him as he'd instructed but eager to savor this. Though she wanted to run her hands over his chest, she resisted.

"I've missed you," she murmured as she gracefully knelt before him.

Untying his shoelaces, she slipped each shoe and sock off before reaching for his belt. Slipping it around his waist, Jessica dropped it on the floor behind her. Wishing she could see him, taste him, she quickly pulled down his slacks and boxers. His cock sprung free and slapped her on the cheek.

Turning toward the temptation, Jessica barely remembered she wasn't to touch him. Swallowing the impulse to ignore him and take his cock into her mouth, she sat back on her heels and desperately tried to ignore the throbbing wetness between her legs.

"With your tongue only," he said, "trace my cock. Don't use your hands."

Jessica moaned, but nodded. Rising, her hands drifted down her own body. Breath hitching, her tongue found his cock and circled the tip just as her fingers slid through her neatly trimmed pubic hair.

"Don't," he ordered, voice harsh. His fingers clasped around her jaw, just enough pressure to make his point. "Don't touch yourself, Jessica."

Whimpering, Jessica nodded and dug her fingers into her thighs. Closing her eyes behind the blindfold, she concentrated fully on him and soon lost herself in his taste. It'd been too long.

"Please me," he said. Fingers sliding along her scalp, he added, "And remember, Jessica. No touching."

"Yes, master." She nodded before taking his length into her mouth.

Relaxing her throat, she moved over him, taking him deeper and deeper. She thought she heard him moan, but couldn't be sure over the pounding of her heart and her own harsh breathing. Releasing him, she kissed his balls, taking one then the other into her mouth before moving back to his cock.

Feeling his fingers tighten on her head, Jessica moved faster, wanting him to come in her mouth.

He jerked her away, and she sobbed a displeased moan. "Kiss up my body," he ordered. "Use only your very talented mouth."

On legs weak from kneeling so long, her orgasm just out of reach, Jessica nodded. With one last lick on his cock, she moved to his hip, slowly mapping the planes and angles of his torso. Unsteady on her heels, nails digging into her palms, she sucked on his collarbone, nipped the soft spot between shoulder and neck.

His hands were hard on her body as he pulled her to him. His mouth was hot on hers, and she kissed him back with equal fervor. He demanded from her, and Jessica was only too willing to comply.

Turning them, he walked her backwards until her knees hit the edge of the bed. Lifting her, he settled her on the sheets, spreading her legs wide. She shivered, moaning when his mouth left hers.

His hands were rough on her calves as he pushed her legs to her chest, and she felt the bed dip where he knelt before her. In one hard move, he entered her.

Crying out in pleasure, she shuddered beneath him. His fingers twined with hers, holding them at her sides. Oh, yes, this is what she'd fantasized about all day.

Suddenly he stopped. Sobbing in need, she strained against him.

"Follow my instructions," he said from above her, "and this evening will be nothing but pleasure. Disobey me, and I'll be forced to discipline you."

"Yes," she managed. "Yes, master."

"Remember," he said, mouth a breath from hers. "You are mine."

"Yes," she said again. "God, yes!"

He withdrew then, pounding back into her body with enough force to move them across the bed. Mouth back on hers, he took and took, and all Jessica could do was hold on as she climbed higher. Suddenly he released her hands, fingers circling her clit and she shattered beneath him. Wave after delicious wave of orgasm rocked over her. She cried out, uncaring if anyone else heard her in the hotel.

"Mine," he repeated, and came as well.

Jessica automatically opened her eyes to see his handsome face contort but saw only blackness. He collapsed atop her, but she was careful not to wrap her arms around him no matter how she wanted to.

"Good girl," he said at last and gently kissed her.

When she woke the next morning, thoroughly sated and sore from their activities, Jessica was alone. Fresh clothes were laid out for her, but her lover was nowhere to be found.

Sitting up, the sheet pooling around her waist, she stretched. That was when she noticed the bracelet. He only left her presents when he was pleased with her. The thin gold was tied into a bow around her wrist. Smiling, she turned it to the light from the open curtains.

That was when she noticed the letter. It sat on the nightstand, red bow tied crisply around the heavy linen paper.

You were a good girl last night, lover. Meet me in the men's dressing room of Saks at 1:30. You know the punishment for being late.