Wednesday, December 7, 2011

A Naughty Christmas Carol VIDEO and BDSM Excerpt

Sooo close to Christmas Eve when my modern day Scrooge, Nick Radnor, meets up with three sexy female ghosts who try to save his soul.
And for a special Holiday treat, here's an excerpt from A Naughty Christmas Carol with Nick at Mamie's, a BDSM club. After you check out this scene, you'll know why his soul needs saving. Naughty boy...

The kiss of fire.
Nick’s nostrils flared as he wielded his silver-handled whip over the buttocks of the lovely brunette. Tanya arched her back under the blows and let out an icy moan. Nearby Kim, a perky blonde, played with her own breasts, pinching her nipples between her fingertips.
Nick counted the strokes. “Seven...eight…”
“Please…more,” begged Tanya. “More!”
Nick pulled back, enjoying her begging for it. She let out a slow breath, anticipation quelling up in her belly. Wearing a pink garter belt and white lace stockings, she leaned over a silk damask chair, her hips and bottom tipped upward.
She wobbled back and forth on her five-inch platform shoes, a sticky wetness sliding down the insides of her thighs.
She was wet.
The scent of her female essence filled his lungs, inspiring him to keep going, tempting him to raise the count to nine, then ten.
“Oh, yes…” she gasped.
Nick burped. Loudly. Must be the steak he ate. Thick, rare.
The two girls looked at each other and giggled. That set him off. He hated anyone taking advantage of him.
“Stop playing with your tits, Kim,” he ordered the blonde. “And check my markings on Tanya’s butt to see if they’re straight.”
Sobering up quickly, Kim said, “Yes, sir.”
She gave him a cute smile, then leaned over and stroked the red welts on the girl’s buttocks with her palm, counting the marks.
Nick swayed back and forth, rubbing his eyes. The intensity of his concentration had given him a fierce headache. Most likely brought on by that second bottle of Dom Pérignon.
Dizziness flooded his vision. Cold sweat covered his face, his palms. The bubbly promise of the champagne had gone flat. He was frustrated and out of control.
He couldn’t stop. Couldn’t stop. 
“Now it’s your turn, Kim!” he yelled out, then struck a hard blow across the blonde’s buttocks, startling her.
“Jeez, Mr. Radnor, give a girl a break. My feet are killing me.” Kim slipped off her stilettos, then tossed them aside. “I had a rough night with the last guy.”
“You’re being paid, aren’t you?” Nick sputtered, paying no attention to her plea.
“Yeah, but--” Kim began, then stopped. Tears glistened in the corners of her eyes. She looked so forlorn, her gooey false eyelashes coming undone.
“It’s Christmas Eve, Mr. Radnor,” said Tanya, putting her arm around her co-worker. “Good will toward everybody. Even us.”
“Yeah, even us,” Kim chimed in.
“What is that supposed to mean?” Nick asked, swinging the whip dangerously close to the girls’ nude butts.
“When you first started coming to Mamie’s, you were real nice,” said Tanya. “Giving me hugs and cuddles after the spankings.”
Had she been here that long?
“We always thought you were the nicest of Mamie’s customers,” Kim added.
“And now?” Nick bellowed, throwing down his whip in disgust. His eyes crawled over their flesh, possessive, yet wanting to know her answer. 
The girls looked at each other. “You’ve changed,” Tanya said. “I guess it’s the economy going bad. It’s hit everybody.”
“Especially our customers with 401(k)s invested in the stock market,” said Kim. “They only book half the time they used to.”
“But we still like you.”
Did they?
Nick brushed his hand across the skinny contours of Kim’s butt, her model-thin rear smarting from his whip. “Who do you girls think I am? Santy Claus? Well, I’m not. I work hard for every dime I make and I expect you to do the same.” He picked up his whip. “Now lean over. Both of you.”
Sighing, the two girls turned around and pushed their bare buttocks up into the air, waiting.
Letting the whip hang in the air for a long moment, Nick watched with glee their pretty faces scrunching up with anticipation. He wasn’t fooled. It was part of the act. They put on that little holiday show for his benefit.
Wanted bigger tips, no doubt.
He brought the whip down on the creamy buttocks of the blonde, then the brunette, their whole bodies convulsing, each one crying out louder than the other. The growing smell of their aroused pussies turned him on, the two girls moving their asses up then down in a sensuous rhythm so he could strike one then the other without taking a breath.
“Four…five…six,” he counted, finally stopping at twelve. His shoulders ached, his muscles squealing with pain as if they’d been ripped apart.
He ignored the agony radiating up and down his back. The deed was done. Pleasure mixed with pain. Joy with darkness. A heady combination that suffocated his pain and brought him relief.
His restless mind stilled.
Then the scene before him blurred, swirls of red and black twisting before his eyes like curling silk ribbons. Laughter, then he heard the girls scurrying away. He was alone.
Suddenly he was tired, very tired.
Nick dragged himself across the room. His head pounded like it was split open. He couldn’t make it to the elevator. He spied the big, round bed. He smiled. Mamie wouldn’t mind if he took a nap. Pops would let him out.
Exhausted, Nick collapsed on the silk sheets and passed out.
The whip still in his hand.

 Next: the ghost of Nick's partner, Charlie Harris, shows up and warns him what will happen to him because of his corporate greed...

5 comments:

Callie Croix said...

I can already tell he's going to get what's coming to him. And he deserves it, lol. Very intense!

Wynter Daniels said...

Nice job. Sounds like you're already heating up the holidays!

Jina Bacarr said...

You picked the operative word, Callie--intense!

Nick wasn't always this way--we see him as a young man with his first love, Monique, when the Ghost of Christmas Past comes to visit him.

Nick used to be a nice guy!

Jina Bacarr said...

It gets hotter, Wynter, when the Ghost of the Future shows Nick how the tables will be turned on him (he gets the paddling) if he doesn't change.

Paige Tyler said...

Sounds fun!

*hugs*
Paige