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A little Christmas gift to our readers.
We'll be going free on Amazon from Friday the 21st December to Sunday. So if you want to, you can wait until then to get your copy. Before and after that it will be 99 cents only.
The Dom on the Naughty List
Who needs Christmas when it brings bad memories? Jude is hung up on his past but his brats Q and Sabrina are going to drag their normally good-natured Dom into the festive season even if they have to put him on the naughty list. But being in a ménage a trois isn’t simple.
Family drama, unexpected consequences, and the sexy shenanigans all avalanche in with the snow to make Jude, Sabrina and Q find out exactly how deep their love goes.
Warning: this novella contains uses for cookie frosting Betty Crocker wouldn't approve of, naughty girls who get spankings instead of coal, and a scrooge Dom who has nefarious plans involving tinsel and a Christmas tree branch.
BDSM menage with Mff and ff sexuality
PS. This is an excerpt showing the girls being bad!!
With a shrug, Q looked over her baking experiment, trying to decide which one to start with. Maybe if she piled on the frosting, it would cover the burned taste in the last batch. The Santa cookie had escaped with only a slightly charred section by his hat’s pompom. Q set to work, trying to master the art of getting the icing to come out of the bag without air pockets ruining the texture. When Santa was done – only looking slightly wonky – she moved onto a reindeer.
Sabrina was totally lapping her though, if the term could apply to baking as well as car racing. She must have been on her eighth one, already.
“Oh my God. Your tongue is actually sticking out. You are so cute!” Sabrina chuckled from across the table, where she’d paused while icing a star.
“I’m not cute. I’m terrifying.”
“Yes, Q,” Sabrina said in her best sarcastically obedient submissive voice.
“Do I need to prove it?” Q glared. “Take off your t-shirt. Now.”
Sabrina’s mouth opened and closed a few times. Q could tell she wanted to argue, but knew that being mouthy over something so trivial might make her funishment less pleasant. With a dramatic sigh, she stood and pulled her shirt off over her head. Even having been in a relationship for over a year, the sight of Sabrina mostly naked froze Q in place for a moment. With her cheeks and neck a little pink, Sabrina stood in the middle of the room – her little thong panties making her seem more than naked.
Q got up from the table and strolled to her. “Hands behind your head and turn for me.”
She complied. Q let her gaze slide over her like an extra pair of hands. The best part of making her do this, other than getting to admire her woman, was that Sabrina hated it but did it anyway. For Q. To please her. Fucking hot.
Careful to be quiet, Q snaked her hands out from behind her. As soon as Sabrina made it all the way around, she let loose. Pink and purple icing squirted out of the bags, hitting Sabrina square in the chest. Sabrina squealed and back-pedaled, frosting sliding down her breasts. Q was on her in an instant. With a chuckle, she backed Sabrina against the counter, smearing a handful of purple icing over her tits and belly.
“Q! What’d you do that for?” Sabrina broke away from her and ran back to the table, grabbing up the turquoise blue bag. “Stay back! I’m not afraid to use this.”
With a grin, Q whipped off her shirt and charged. Several more tubes of frosting flew from the table, some grabbed and some knocked over. Q wrestled her girlfriend to the ground, squishing copious amounts of the sugared stickiness into the existing mess. Sabrina’s reasoning gave way to complaining and whining, but failed to have any effect on Q. When she squirmed and got up on her knees, Q grabbed her by the ankle and hauled her back. Then she pushed her down and bit her ass for good measure. Squeals and icing mixed together made for one hot girlfriend.
With surprising force, Sabrina flipped over and fought back.
Chuckling, Q paused with her legs straddling the girl. She eyed her while she caught her breath. Everywhere looked tasty.
“Wait!” Sabrina gasped.
“Uh-uh. Game on!”
At one point, she took Sabrina’s mouth hungrily, and the game became more sensual. Q wasn’t quite sure when she lost her own PJ bottoms, but she vividly recalled stealing Sabrina’s tiny panties. Sliding them down, seeing her mound bared – revealing that last secret place of her body was so good, she wished she could make the moment happen over and over.
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