Page 39 of Dark Holiday

The shop is a small room, but every inch is packed with fun things to torment a submissive with. Though I brought my own arsenal of toys, it might be a good idea to get a few things to use solely on Ms. Hoo. I don’t know how wild our play might get, so having a few things that can be fluid bonded to her might be a good idea.

Groaning, I pause by the wall that’s covered with kinky Christmas items. Even this lifestyle isn’t immune from commercializing the holiday. I pause by the festive anal hooks, each one looking like a candy cane, and I smile, a devious plot forming in my head. I’ve already got the looks and the personality. Why not embrace the number one villain of Christmas?

I fill my arms with candy-based toys,

And throw in a whip that’s sure to bring joy.

Next are some ornaments hung by the tits,

Followed by paddles that give great big hits.

The night’s not complete without a big bang,

So I grab some vibrators and ropes that can hang.

I’ll truss her right up once she’s good and asleep,

And wake her up moaning, but they won’t hear a peep.

I grab a big ball gag to shut her up tight:

She can rant.

She can rave.

She can put up a fight.

Once in my ropes, all snug as a bug,

She’ll slip into subspace and stare at the rug.

Only then will I fill her with my brand of cheer -

Expose her and open her until soft moans I hear.

Grin on my face, I exit the shop.

Just as I leave, I give a small hop.

Can’t wait to fuck you, my little Ms. Hoo.

I’ll stroke you and fill you until you’re just goo.

CHAPTER 22

Daniel

I stop by the room I’m going to use tonight, making sure everything is just how it should be. The room is dark, lit only by the twinkling lights of the Christmas tree and roaring fire. Placing the new things I bought just so, I look over the space once more before slipping out. Since I know nothing about Ms. Hoo, I have to go on whatever Ryan and Brittany tells me.

They seem to know her but are keeping it a secret. I hate secrets, but at least this time, I won’t get burned by them. I duck my head around the corner, waiting for Brittany to give me the signal. My cock aches as I stand there, coiling the rope in my hand. It’s green, just like my suit but supple and soft. How many times have I wondered what Cindy would look like hanging from the ceiling dressed in nothing by an intricate pattern over her body?

Shaking my head, I drive that thought out. It’s not fair to Ms. Hoo. I should be giving her all my attention right now, especially since I’m about to drag her out of bed in the middle of the night. Glancing back down at the cheat sheet, I look once more to make sure she’s okay with sex. God, I need to get off. Even if it’s not with the woman I want, it won’t be my hand yet again.

I pat my pocket, making sure my condoms are there before creeping down the hall. Brittany wears an eat-shit grin as she steps away from the door. What is that little minx hiding? Whatever it is, I hope Ryan spanks it out of her. We don’t need a feral brat on the loose. Soft snores reach my ears as I trade places with Brittany.

There’s no doubt in my mind they placed Ms. Hoo and me together, and I assume that’s what all the whispers and snickering are about. I just wish they didn’t feel the need to manage me. Besides, with how devastated they claim I left Cindy, shouldn’t they be worrying more about her than getting me laid?

In the pale light of the full moon, the sheen of her hair is an uncanny match for Cindy, enough that my heart stutters for a moment as I watch her sleep. A full mask covers her face, making it impossible to see, but that’s just fine. If I don’t see her face, maybe I can imagine it’s Cindy I’m fucking tonight and pour all my frustrations out on this proxy.