Happy Holidays

"No, don't stop," Emily sighed, resigning herself to his ministrations.

"Good, because I don't intend to," Cole stepped behind her, kissing his way to the nape of her neck where he brushed her hair off to one side. Emily had to grab the railing for support as her legs suddenly felt weak. Cole's hand slid around her waist to keep her close to his body, his crotch pressing up against her round bottom. His free hand came up to her shoulder to move the strap of her dress aside so that he could fully kiss her skin from shoulder to neck.

Emily hummed in pleasure but tensed when she felt the straps slide off. "Cole, please don't...don't take my dress off. I can't do this here naked," she pleaded with him.

"I promise I will not remove a single piece of your clothing while we are at this party." He said resolutely, bringing his hand up to move her other shoulder strap aside. "All I ask is that you take a leap of faith and trust me."

"O-Okay," Emily's heart was pounding so hard that she swore it would bust. His lips were now on her newly bared shoulder while his hands moved down her sides and around her front to her abdomen. Emily let out a moan of pleasure as his hands roamed across her body.

When she felt her skirt being lifted slightly, she looked down in alarm. Cole's soft voice was already in her ear and she could feel his hot breath as he whispered. "Relax; I am a man of my word."

"But," Emily started to protest but Cole gently clamped a hand over her mouth, cutting her off. Much to her surprise, she found herself oddly turned on by the motion; she closed her eyes and moaned passionately. Cole continued to hike her skirt up just enough for him to slide his hands across her black panties. His hand worked over her mound and she shifted slightly to press her bottom back against him.

He continued to rub her through her panties, feeling her writhe in his grasp. Just as he'd suspected, they were very much damp. Bringing his hand up her body, past her garter belt, he barely grazed her midriff before plunging back down her body, this time cupping her sex under of the fabric.

Emily let out a deep, guttural groan as his hand passed by her neatly trimmed pubis to slide over her moist slit. His fingers probed and massaged her most intimate folds. Her head rolled back to rest against him as his index finger found her swollen and sensitive nub. She whimpered into his hand as he began to rub her clit back and forth in a gentle, steady motion.

"That's it," he whispered reassuringly into her ear, "just let everything go and enjoy." Cole uncovered her mouth, letting his fingers linger briefly on her lips, moving down to fondle her breast. As he moved across her bust he could feel the nipple poke up from under the fabric, wanting attention and he tweaked the hardened tip with his thumb and forefinger.

Breathing out his name, Emily's head lolled to one side to face him. He took possession of her mouth, locking his lips to her luscious red ones. His tongue probed inside to wrestle with hers and he moaned as she melted into his kiss.

Suddenly Emily bucked back against him as she reached her peak. Pulling back her head she clamped her mouth and bit her lip while the climax ripped through her. Cole's hand shot back up to her mouth, muffling her. "It's okay to yell your pretty little head off if you want," he said. Emily screamed into his hand, grateful that he'd anticipate her need to cry out with the earthshaking orgasm that now flooded her.

As her orgasm subsided, her legs turned to water and she started to sink to the floor. Cole's arms were around her in an instant. He picked her up with ease and walked over to the nearby couch where he sat down with her curled up in his arms, cooing softly in contentment. Emily had no idea she could have that powerful of an orgasm without even being penetrated. Her body hummed, and she clung to him, shuddering just a bit with the tiny waves of pleasure still shooting through her. "Thank you," she whispered.

Emily turned her face up to look at him. "What can I do to repay you?" she asked, shifting slightly in his lap. Through his trousers she could feel his erection straining against her bottom and the passion was evident in his gaze.

Cole smiled. "There are many things you could do," he said playfully. "Part of me wants to spank you for being a bad girl and lying to me multiple times earlier."

"Sorry," her face flushed at just the mere thought of a spanking.

"Another part of me wants to just throw you down onto the couch here and screw you into oblivion."

Emily's blush deepened. She wasn't sure if she was ready for penetrative sex just yet. Smiling sweetly she said, "how about this; if you pick my keys you can take me home with you and do whatever you want with me."

Now Cole beamed brightly. "Ah, what a lovely present," he said as he rose up, placing her on her feet. After taking a moment to help her straighten out her dress, he took her by the hand and led her back to the front door.

Danielle, Jenna, and Samantha all caught his eye as they strode by; he jerked his head slightly, indicating the direction he was headed. The girls fell in behind him and Emily at a respectable distance so that she couldn't see, all whispering and giggling to each other. Emily gave Cole a triumphant smile as she upped the stakes. "So here's the bowl," she said. "If you get my keys, we go to your place. Otherwise, I take my keys out and go home alone and you're out of luck for an early Christmas present."

Cole looked pensive as he studied her, nodding while she laid out her terms. "Rather than rely on sheer, dumb luck I'd much rather go off of what I know of you," he said. Walking around her, Cole looked her up and down. "You're the type of girl who wants to look good but is too self-conscious about her body. You're used to blending into the background instead of being in the limelight," he observed. He made a show of picking up the wooden bowl and shuffling it a bit, jingling the keys inside. Then, while looking at her, his hand darted in and closed around one set.

Emily was dumbstruck when he came up with her keys. She couldn't help but stand there and stare in shock and awe that he'd actually managed to do it. Three high pitched squeals of glee behind her made her jump. She turned to see her three friends standing there congratulating each other while exchanging high-fives. "I don't believe this, did you set this up?" she asked Cole as she whirled on him.

"Actually, they did," Cole admitted, holding out his hand for her. "I hope that this doesn't mean you're going to renege on your present?"

"No," Emily couldn't help but smile. "You've been keeping your word with me so far tonight, I can't do any less." She took his hand and folded her arm into his.

"Good," Cole shared her smile, "because I haven't even begun to make you scream in passion."

Part 2

Will you cater to every fantasy I got?

Will you hose me down with holy water if I get too hot?

Will you take me places I've never known?

I can do that...

-Meat Loaf, "I'd do anything for love" (1993)

The snowfall had lessened by the time they arrived at Cole's home. At his insistence, he'd driven Emily's car since she'd had alcohol to drink at the party. It was, in his opinion, far better to be safe than sorry. She couldn't really argue with that logic even if it had been only one drink that she didn't even finish.

Cole's house was a large two story within walking distance of campus. Tall buildings could be seen in the distance, and Emily felt instantly relieved that she knew where she was. Worst case scenario, she knew how to get back to her dorm room. "Do you live here by yourself?" Emily asked as Cole pulled into a spare parking space on the street.

"It's me, two Pre-Laws, and a Pre-Med staying here," Cole said as he got out. He hurried around to her side, opened the door, and held out a hand to her. Emily smiled at the gentlemanly gesture as she took his hand. "From the looks of it we've beat them home from the party," he grinned, walking her to the front door, "gives us more time alone together."

The house was an old Victorian home that had been converted to cater to college students. It had four bedrooms with a bathroom attached to each, all on the upper level. On the lower level, there was a large kitchen and dining room, living room, study, and library, all accessible from the main entryway. A grand staircase dominated the entry. The owners had even built a pool house in the back yard where the indoor pool and Jacuzzi were housed.

Emily was astonished by the size of the place and with the amount of holiday decorations that were about. The house was decorated almost as much as the mountain lodge had been. When they'd reached Cole's room it was almost Spartan in comparison. She tossed her coat onto the lounge chair where Cole had dropped his. "You don't exactly decorate much for Christmas, do you?" Emily observed as she looked around his sparse space. The most prominent feature of the room was a large four poster bed flanked by two night stands. The room's remaining contents consisted of a desk with a computer, a dresser, a lounge chair with an end table next to it, and a modest closet. The only thing resembling a seasonal decoration was an old log on his dresser placed in front of a simple wreath.

"There's more to the winter months than just Christmas," Cole said as he watched her wander about his room. "It's as much about sacrifice and remembrance as it is for festive dressings and the exchanging of gifts. For example the Yule Log that you're looking at was traditionally placed in the fire hearth to be burned for maximum warmth and endurance. Later, it just became a simple symbolic tradition in order to remember our roots."

Emily regarded him with curiosity. "So what about this sacrifice you mentioned?"

Cole shrugged. "In the old days it was the sacrificing of livestock to make it through the winter that usually resulted in a huge feast. Now it's not so dramatic," he smiled, "I usually make a minor sacrifice like giving up something old that I don't use or need anymore."

"So you don't exchange gifts?"

"I didn't say that. I just said that there's more to winter than just Christmas." He took her car keys out of his pocket and placed them on the small end table near the door before walking to the window. For a moment his gaze grew distant as he looked out upon the softly falling snow.

Emily grew concerned but respected his silence. Soon she couldn't help but ask. "What's your sacrifice this year then?"

"Aside from my sanity?" he asked ruefully under his breath. Turning, he looked at her standing there patiently. "I gave up alcohol this year, among other things," he said. "How about you, do you want to join me in my Yule celebrations and give something up?"

Emily cocked her head as she considered the question. "What did you have in mind?"

"According to your three friends; you're a woman who's always in control of her actions and are not willing to do anything unless there's a way out. It's probably something of a by-product of a couple of past relationships that went bad." When she looked down to the floor and blushed, Cole figured he'd hit the proverbial nail on the head. "I noticed that when I muffled you with my hand that you finally surrendered to your passions and just let go. Afterwards you asked me what you could do for me. I want you to do that again."

Emily was hesitant. While she did enjoy the liberating feeling from earlier, she wasn't entirely sure what she could put up with and endure. "What if I say no?"

Cole shrugged and motioned toward the door. "Your keys are over there and you are free to go whenever. I will not hold you here against your will, nor will I force the issue of your verbal gift at the party. If you stay, if you want to experience what I have to offer, I want it to be of your own free will. I do realize that you're new to this sort of thing, so I want you to know two safe words: Yellow and Red. Yellow is if I'm approaching your limit and Red is if I've bypassed it. That will let me know if I've gone too far. Agreed?"

Emily mulled it over for a moment. She was getting the idea of why girls never talked about their experience with Cole. Whatever they'd experienced with him, safe words or no, it must have been wonderful to account for the goofy grins they all bore at the mere mention of his name. She couldn't help but be intrigued by the prospect of 'screaming orgasms' as Cole had put it. What did she have to lose, really? Cole made it so that she could leave at any time. At any point she could probably just stand up and walk out the door without a second thought if she wanted.

But did she really want to?

Coming to a decision, Emily slowly nodded. Cole smiled brightly as he motioned her over. He positioned her in front of him before sitting on the side of the bed. "Strip," he told her, looking her in the eyes.

There was something hypnotic about his gaze. Emily maintained eye contact as she reached behind her to slowly unzip her dress. Crossing her arms to slide the straps off her shoulders, she covered her breasts with one arm and let the dress fall to the floor to pool around her high heels. Smiling shyly, she turned, putting her back to him. She reached down to hook the thin band of her silk panties and eased them off of her hips, sending them to the floor to join her dress.

Cole stopped her when she reached for the garter belt. "Leave the garters and hose on," he said, "but step out of those heels and then drop to your knees before me." Emily did as she was told. She turned to face him; one arm covering her breasts, the other across the junction of her thighs. "Are you still that shy around me?" he asked with a smile. Emily matched his smile, looking down and blushing a bit as she dropped her hands to her sides. Cole hummed his approval. "Beautiful," he said as he stroked the side of her face with the back of his hand. Continuing downward, he brushed her bare breast and noticed her nipples hardening in response.

"Now, undress me. Start at my shirt and work your way down. Return to kneeling once you're done," he told her. With trembling hands, Emily leaned forward to unbutton his shirt. He sat on the side of the bed perfectly still while she worked. She ran her hands up and down his hard, well-toned chest. Once the shirt was off, she removed his belt and undid his slacks. The bulge in his boxers was clearly visible the moment she parted his fly. Emily licked her lips in anticipation and tugged on both his slacks and boxers to get him naked faster.

Cole chuckled as he saw her shyness melt away to haste. "Getting eager, are we?" he said playfully. "I'll have to add on to your punishment later for rushing things." Emily looked up at him in alarm but relaxed when he smiled and winked at her. He kicked off his shoes just before she yanked the rest of his clothes off. His cock sprang forth and Emily couldn't help but stare at his size. Cole was much longer and slightly thicker than any lover she'd had before.

Before she could ask for directions, Cole was already wrapping his hand in her reddish hair to pull her forward. When her lips were scant inches away from the head of his cock, he stopped pulling. Emily licked her lips again before opening her mouth slightly while leaning forward. She took in the head, giving it a tentative suck while rolling her tongue around it. There was a sharp intake of breath from Cole as he felt the pleasure shoot through his body.

Encouraged by his response, Emily slowly took more of his length into her hot mouth. Part of her couldn't believe that he was this aroused just for her. Past boyfriends always wanted to watch porn with her in order to get hard and then it was a quick fuck before they rolled over to go to sleep. Cole, on the other hand, was very attentive and had been looking at no one but her for the entire night and he was still rock hard. It was a big turn on for her and she felt the heat creep into her loins once again.

Emily placed her hands up on his thighs for support as she relaxed her jaw, fought back her gag reflex, and took him all the way down her throat. Cole's eyes rolled back into his head and he groaned as his cock was buried into her mouth all the way to the base. When he recovered and looked down, he could see her head bobbing slightly in his lap as she sucked on him.

Reaching toward the nearby night stand, Cole opened the drawer to take out a pair of leather cuffs. He slipped them over Emily's slender wrists and tightened them to a proper fit before snapping them together over her head. Emily pulled back from her blow job long enough to look up at him in puzzlement. "Don't worry, they're Velcro. If you are truly desperate enough to get out of them it is possible to pull your way out. They're designed to be hindering but not totally immobilizing," he explained. "Now put your hands between your legs and play with yourself while you continue."

Emily swallowed hard and blinked. Once again there was that hypnotic look from Cole as he waited for her to comply. Slowly, she lowered her cuffed hands down her body, past her garter belt and to her nearly trimmed cleft. Taking a deep breath, she slid her hands over her pussy and began to knead and massage it before closing her eyes and lowering her head back to his waiting cock, taking it all the way down her throat one more time.

Cole hummed with approval as his cock became even more engorged from her mouth. Not too many could get him all the way inside the way Emily could. Slowly, so as to not frighten or alarm her, he brushed his hand past her cheek and ran his fingers through her hair before bringing his hand to rest on the back of her head, subtly forcing her to keep more of him in her mouth. The effect on him was immediate, and he inhaled sharply from the sudden pleasure of her mouth working all around his cock. His cock swelled slightly and his balls seem to tighten in anticipation as he came so close to the release he'd been holding in all night.

Sensing his need, Emily sucked on him as hard as she could. Her eyes started to tear up just slightly from the strain of keeping his hardness so deep inside of her hot little mouth. As she continued to work on him, her hands worked in time with her tempo bringing her ever closer to her own climax. She whimpered and felt her pussy tighten as if it were looking for something solid to grip.

"Look at me," Cole suddenly whispered. Emily raised her eyes as commanded and their gazes locked. He smiled in approval. "Keep looking at me and swallow," he said.

Her eyes were now watering hard to the point that she was practically crying and she gave him a worried look. Nonetheless, she maintained eye contact, whimpering pitifully around his cock as he held her head in place while thrusting his cock down her throat as far as it would go. Her lips locked around the base of his shaft and she felt his cock throb a bit right before it spewed forth his seed. Cole grunted and groaned, his body shaking and trembling, as his semen pumped into her mouth. Emily started swallowing, eyes wide while his cock pulsed and emptied his load into her.

Emily cried out as she felt her own orgasm suddenly engulf her. She tried to jerk back but Cole held her firmly in place. Having no choice but to remain where she was at, she dropped her hands to the floor to catch herself while letting out an anguished, yet pleasurable, cry in the process.

When it was over, Cole slowly pulled his cock from her mouth and allowed her to catch her breath. Emily was on all fours before him as her body continued to convulse from her orgasm. Her skin was flushed and her chest heaved as she continued to gasp. Unable to hold herself up any longer, she slowly sank to the floor, moaning as her body came down from its peak.