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tickling me instead of lashing me. I fidgeted and laughed and
decided I should thank my Secret Santa instead of cursing him or her. Raul
dragged the soft leather strips along my arms, across my chest, between my
breasts and down my torso. He teased my inner thighs with feathery touches of
the whip. My skin tingled delightfully. He ended by swatting my pussy with the
whip.
    I snapped my legs closed and gasped. “Hey! What was that
for?”
    “That didn’t hurt, you big baby.”
    I couldn’t argue due to the rush of liquid heat I felt
pooling in the crotch of my underwear. I yelped and squirmed when he smacked my
exposed butt cheek with the lash.
    He said, “That probably stung a little.” Before I could
formulate a response he swatted the opposite cheek, sending another pulse of
pleasure to my pussy.
    I grabbed for the whip and we grappled over possession. “Let’s
see how you like it,” I said through clenched teeth, but I was no match for his
firm grip on the handle or his other hand clamped around my wrist.
    “I’d say you liked it fine, judging by your damp panties.”
He tossed the cat-o’-nine-tails aside and pried my legs apart. Dropping to his
knees at the foot of the bed, Raul spread me wide and moaned as he inhaled. “So
damp.”
    He pressed his lips to my inner thigh, then scrubbed his
whiskers along his kiss. Switching to the opposite thigh, he pecked and licked
and skimmed his teeth along my flesh, feasting on me as if I were a buffet.
    My head thrashed back and forth. “Take them off. Please take
my panties off.”
    “Not yet, sweetheart.”

Chapter Five
     
    Raul’s mouth closed over the silky panel of my panties.
Maybe he had the right idea. Maybe I needed the barrier between us to keep
myself from diving into a puddle of wet, warm ecstasy too soon. His mouth
opened and closed, pressed and pushed against the fabric. He nipped and pecked
at my panty-clad pussy. All the while, the white ball at the end of his Santa
hat bobbed.
    “You smell so good,” he said. “Taste so good.” He pushed up
from the floor and leaned over my body, folding his hands into mine, our palms
flat against one another. Raul kissed me deep and slow, unlike the savage way
he’d been eating my satin-covered pussy. We both moaned. When he broke from our
kiss he licked his lips and said, “Told you so.”
    “You sure did, Santa.”
    Just when I’d thought the oral sex was over, he slid to his
knees again between my legs and returned to giving me the best head of my life—and
I still had my undies on. His nose got in on the action, rubbing back and forth
against my clit. Instinctively my legs fought against his hands spreading me
wide, fought the intense pleasure I couldn’t control. Santa held me prisoner
and I liked it. I liked it so much I couldn’t stop myself from snatching the
hat off his head, tossing it across the room and dragging my fingers through
his short dark hair. Pulling him close, I held him there between my legs.
    His hand skimmed along my inner thigh, straightening my leg
at the knee, and continued down my calf. He angled the leg off to the side,
spreading me wider than I’d ever thought possible.
    “Hold this for me, sweetheart.”
    I cupped my hand at the back of my knee joint and did as he
asked. With a hand free, Raul hooked the panel of my panties with his finger
and pulled the fabric aside, exposing my pussy. I moaned for no other reason
than the thrill of expectation. For the longest time he simply looked, his hot
breath pounding my pussy until I thought I’d go mad. He muttered something in
Spanish. Suddenly he dived in full-bore, using his lips and tongue and nose to
stimulate the sensitive nerve endings that all terminated at my clit.
    My thighs quivered. “Yes.” I grabbed my other leg and held
myself wide open for him. Raul had enough on his plate. “Oh yes.”
    My affirmation drove him into a frenzy and his tongue shot
into my channel. Heat swept through my lower body like