Page 27 of Christmas Craving

“See? All BDSM doesn’t have to be painful,” she said, satisfaction deep in her voice. “Now how about a drink?”

I shook my head. “How about I make you come now?”

“Later. There’s still so much for you to see.”

After exploring the rest of the club, we picked up some drinks at the bar and settled on a bench, watching the activity around us in between making out. By the time we’d finished our drinks, I was completely aroused again, my pussy clenching on air. But I was missing the quiet intimacy of the two of us being alone together.

“What do you think of Club Surrender?” Celia asked.

“I think this is fun but not something I want to do every night,” I said honestly.

“We can come as often or as little as you want,” she said seriously. “There’s only one person I want to torture now.”

I wrapped my arm around her shoulders. “Aw, you say the most romantic things.”

She turned her head to meet my eyes. “I love you, you know. You’re the best Christmas present I ever got,” she said, her voice serious.

“You are very lucky,” I teased. “But so am I. And I love you too. Now let’s go back to your place and watch something romantic.”

She gave me a huge smile. “I thought you’d never ask.”

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