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  "It's a new thing I'm doing," he said smoothly. "In your honor, Amicia. And I'd like you to head the program. To select the winners for the scholarship yourself."

  "Well, it might interfere with the job I just got," I said, finally relaxing a little.

  "Back at Le Cabaret?" Grayson inquired.

  I shook my head. "No. I got a role in Swan Lake as Odile. The production begins in four weeks."

  "Oh, Kitty. You must be thrilled." His eyes burned bright as they met mine and I fought the urge to beg him to take me back. To forget everything bad that had happened between us and just accept me the way I was, wanting to be his, wanting to be with him forever. "We'll have to celebrate."

  "Oh?" I asked lamely, but Grayson merely gave me a knowing smile. The carolers came to a stop behind him, still singing the well-known tune that would forever remind me of that moment. My eyes widened as the man of my dreams slid down, resting on one knee as he looked up at me. "W-What are you doing, Sir?"

  "I'm asking you to reconsider," he said firmly. "I've done bad things, Amicia. I... I want to spend the rest of my life atoning for them, with you by my side. I can't—won't—live without you. You've changed me in the twenty-four days we spent together. You've made me a better man. And I want to spend the rest of my life with you by my side, learning to be a better person, and owning up for my mistakes."

  "So what are you saying?" My voice was embarrassingly shaky, and I swallowed the lump in my throat as I stared at him.

  "I'm saying I want to marry you," he went on smoothly, opening the red velvet box that had materialized in his hand. A huge, solitaire diamond stared at me from a simple white gold band. "And this is the first, and last time I'm ever going to do this. I want you to be mine, forever. I want you by my side."

  "But I'm no one," I said. "I'm a cabaret dancer... I'm... I'm going to embarrass you."

  "You couldn't embarrass me if you tried," he said with a smooth smirk. "But I want to spend the rest of my life being a better man for you, Amicia. Now, will you help an old man and tell me I can get off my knees? Will you marry me, my sweet Kitty?"

  I wanted to consider his offer. I wanted to make him work for it. But there was really only one answer I could give him.

  "Yes," I whispered.

  He stood up, slipping the ring on my finger. I couldn't get the grin off my face, and as our eyes met again, my heart pounded with the knowledge of what I'd just done. It was foolish. It was too fast. Yet I'd never been surer of any decision I'd ever made than right there, at that moment.

  Grayson embraced me, his strong arms holding my shaking body still as his lips found mine.

  "I'm sorry," he whispered against my mouth.

  And even though the words were final, it was only the beginning of our story.

  Chapter 20

  Grayson

  It was our first Christmas together since Amicia had accepted my marriage proposal, and the first Christmas I was excited for. I had fun with her the first year, but this time around, I wouldn't let anything stand in my way of enjoying my Christmas captive to the full of her capabilities.

  On Christmas Eve, we had dinner together and toasted to our upcoming marriage. Amicia was all smiles and I found it impossible to wipe the grin off my face. I told myself we both deserved this. Some happiness in a world of darkness, some light shining through the night. And yet I knew there was a conversation we had to have before my conscience could rest easily. And as Amicia set down her glass of red wine, I cleared my throat and began to speak.

  "Shall we talk about Margaret?"

  Her face fell in an instant, and I wanted to regret my words, but I knew we had to talk about this.

  "Do we have to?" Amicia asked softly.

  "We do." I nodded. "I know how much her death hurt you, and that you still blame yourself for it. But that ends today."

  "Oh?" She raised her brows at me. "What do you mean?"

  "She died because of the debt," I went on. "And you're not going to blame yourself for that anymore. She took that money from you, didn't she?"

  Amicia swallowed before nodding. "But that doesn't excuse what I did."

  "You did nothing wrong, and I accept the full responsibility for her death," I went on. "But Amicia, you have to stop blaming yourself. She was a mean woman. She beat you and took things away from you. She stole years of your life, years that you can never have back. But you know what?"

  "What?" she whispered.

  "In a way, I'm grateful," I muttered. "Because without that old witch, we never would have met, and you wouldn't have become my Christmas captive."

  She smiled reluctantly. "I wasn't a very good captive. I was more than willing to stay with you."

  "If you hadn't been, I would've kept you anyway." My eyes glittered with desire as I drank her in. Amicia looked stunning in a midnight blue, jewel-toned velvet dress. Her hair was pinned up, with some dark tendrils escaping the chignon and framing her beautiful face. "Now, Amicia, are you ready for the real fun to begin?"

  Curiosity sparkled in her eyes. "What did you have in mind?"

  "Come to the playroom and find out." I set down my napkin, winking at her. "Meet you there in ten minutes. Strip down to your lingerie and put on some heels. There's a surprise waiting for you in the walk-in closet."

  She clapped her hands together with excitement like a happy little girl. "I'll see you soon, Sir."

  I went straight to the playroom, a smile playing on my lips as I imagined her opening the closet and seeing what I'd done for her. My employees had filled the wardrobe just for her. Beautiful dresses, expensive shoes, designer bags and fine jewelry completed the room. I couldn't wait to hear what Amicia thought.

  Moments later, there was a knock on the door and Amicia entered with a wide smile on her lips. "I can't believe you did that for me, Sir."

  "You deserve it," I told her. "And I like the heels you picked."

  She put her foot forward, showing off a pair of tall Jimmy Choo mules with a diamond-encrusted strap, in the same blue velvet as her dress had been earlier. She wore a midnight blue lingerie ensemble complete with a garter belt and midnight black stockings, and I couldn't take my eyes off her.

  "Come here," I beckoned her, and she came closer, standing in front of me so I could admire her ensemble up close.

  "Oh, Sir!" She glanced up and smiled. "Did you know we were standing under mistletoe?"

  "How appropriate," I grinned.

  "We have to kiss."

  "Yes, we do. Give me a moment." I reached up and pried the mistletoe off its red ribbon before holding it above my hips. "Looks like you'll have to kiss something other than my lips tonight, Kitty..."

  She smiled mischievously and got on her knees, eyes sparkling with desire. "If you're so eager to have me suck your cock again, Sir, all you need to do is ask..."

  "I prefer when you beg," I growled as she undid the zipper of my pants and brought out my already hard cock. "Fuck, Kitty. You better put it in your mouth."

  "Of course, Sir," she purred, looking right into my eyes as she swirled her tongue over my tip. I groaned, hands going into her hair and wrapping in the strands of dark brown silk. "Like this?"

  "Keep going," I grunted. "Keep fucking going."

  I held the mistletoe above her as she began working my cock. Due to Kai's frequent check-ups, I knew she hadn't been with anyone else during our year apart—just like I hadn't. But it didn't seem to diminish her ability to suck cock like a pro. She worked me with her mouth and tongue, bringing me so close my cock throbbed between her full lips almost painfully.

  "Are you going to come, Sir?" Amicia asked, sweetly batting her lashes. "Don't you want to come inside me?"

  "Not tonight, Kitty," I grunted. "Tonight, you're going to eat it..."

  She smiled and kept licking, working my cock until it stood upright, ready to unload in her waiting mouth.

  "I'm hungry, Sir," she purred. "Please feed me..."

  "Not yet," I muttered even though it was gett
ing impossible to hold back with the way her tongue swirled around my slit, demanding I give in to her demands.

  "Stop." I uttered the word with trouble, not really wanting her to stop sucking but eager to move on with the next part of our evening.

  She sat back on her feet, eyes staring up at me. "Why, Sir? Did I do something wrong?"

  "Not at all," I smiled. "But you'll still get spanked today. Not because you did something wrong, but because I want to."

  "But I didn't misbehave!"

  "I told you, it's for my pleasure. And yours too, if you're a good girl." I laughed out loud at her little pout. "Now be a good girl."

  I walked over to the Chesterfield sofa and patted my knee after zipping up my pants. "Come here, Kitty. Right over my lap."

  She pouted a bit more, but I could tell she wasn't able to resist. Finally, she crawled closer, raising herself and resting her body over my knees. Her tight, juicy little ass was presented to me, her skin pale ivory. The perfect canvas for the red handprints I'd put all over her complexion.

  "Beg me to spank you," I muttered.

  "Why?" She turned to face me, upset eyes staring into mine.

  "Because I said so. Because you love it. Because you want to please me, Kitty."

  "Sir..."

  "Do as you're told if you want my cum tonight."

  She pouted, her lips pouting without any words coming out. But finally, she whispered, "Please Sir, will you spank my ass for your pleasure?"

  "Gladly, Kitty." I rained slap after slap against her tender backside. At first, she mewled in protest, glaring at me, but soon enough, her yelps turned into moans of pleasure and she started arching her back, bringing her tight ass closer and closer to my punishing hand.

  I spanked her until she was moaning my name, soft whispers begging for more attention to her needy little cunt. I knew I couldn't keep her like that forever—she was eager for me to kiss her, to give her pleasure, not just mix it with pain.

  "You've been a good girl, Kitty," I finally muttered, pulling her into my lap. She curled up against my chest and I found myself cherishing the moment of closeness. "Are you ready for your prize?"

  "Yes, Sir," she whispered, curling up close against me. "What's my prize?"

  I pointed to a gold bar cart in the corner of the room where an opaque cloche was covering a plate. "Why don't you open it and see."

  Excitedly and with newfound energy, Amicia picked herself up from my lap and ran to the bar cart. She lifted up the cloche, coming face-to-face with a plate of macadamia and white chocolate cookies.

  "Cookies?" She raised her eyebrows, eyes glowing with surprise. "For me or for Santa?"

  I laughed out loud. "For you, my darling. But we need to add something to it first, don't you think?"

  Realization dawned on her and she laughed out loud. She brought the plate closer and set it down on the coffee table. The still-warm cookies' scent wafted up into the room, creating the perfect Christmas atmosphere.

  "Take my cock out again," I muttered, and my Kitty rushed to do as she was told, pulling my cock free of the pants I was wearing. "Good girl. I want your hands today. You can use your mouth to help you, but don't let me come down your throat."

  She started working my cock, her silky soft hands palming me closer and closer to an orgasm.

  I knew I would get too close soon enough, especially when her mouth joined the work she was doing with her hands, licking, sucking, bringing me so very close I wanted to burst right down her throat and say fuck it to all my previous instructions.

  But I couldn't. I had a special plan for my load that night, so I pulled out of her mouth gently.

  "Ah ah ah, Kitty," I reminded her. "Use your hands now. Look up at me when you do."

  Her pillow-soft palms both wrapped around my shaft, jerking as she moaned my name, eyes locked with mine. I groaned, knowing I was getting dangerously close to a release a part of me wanted to prolong as much as I possibly could. But I knew I couldn't, not with the way her fingers deftly wrapped around me, jerking, bringing me so very close I groaned, tugging on her hair to slow her down.

  "Get the cookies," I grunted. "Now."

  She took the plate in one of her hands, seemingly realizing what I wanted her to do. Her eyes shone brightly as she jerked me with one hand and balanced the cookies beneath me with the other. Soon enough, I couldn't hold back a second longer.

  I groaned her name in time with my release. Hot ropes of cum shot out of my cock, landing on the cookies like perfect buttercream frosting.

  "Yummy," Amicia laughed, licking her lips and kissing the remainder of cum off my cock, cleaning my diligently. I didn't even have to tell her to eat up. She raised the cookie to her lips herself, enjoying the taste of sweetness mixing with my own gift for her as she ate them one by one.

  I took the time to calm down from my orgasm, watching her with pure pleasure. She was the only woman I'd ever met who treated my cum like the gift it was.

  "My dirty girl," I grinned, running my fingers through her dark hair that had long since come undone from its tight updo. She looked perfect like this, disheveled and yet so very beautiful in her natural state. Her cheeks were reddened, her lips glowing from and her eyes glittering as she licked her mouth. Amicia's little tongue darted between her lips and licked every little trace of my cum off. She groaned with pleasure. "You made me so happy today, Kitty. Did you like your little Christmas treat?"

  "I loved it, Sir," she purred with pleasure. "Was I a good girl for you?"

  "The best. You're most certainly on Santa's nice list this year, my darling."

  "Good," she smiled mischievously. "Maybe tomorrow I can get on the naughty one..."

  I laughed out loud. "You want to get punished?"

  "If it's with you," she said, licking her fingers with gusto. "I want it all..."

  Epilogue

  Amicia

  One year later

  "Here Kitty, Kitty..."

  I crawled toward him on all fours. Grayson's eyes burned bright with want as he saw me, and he petted my head as I came to rest on the pillow next to him, my knees sinking into the soft, plushy fabric.

  "What a good girl you are. Are you ready for your present?" he asked, giving me an affectionate smile as he tugged on my long dark locks.

  "Yes, Master," I whispered. The word still felt delicious coming from my lips—forbidden, yet so very right for our relationship. I'd been calling him Master for almost a full year now, but he still hadn't collared me. I had a feeling he had a special plan for that, though I never dared to ask.

  The past year has been life changing. The day he proposed to me, Grayson took me back home to his penthouse. I never went back to my apartment after that. He had someone clear it out and bring me some mementos I'd left over, but from that New Year's Eve, I belonged to him fully. The knowledge that I wasn't just his beloved wife, but also his most prized possession, filled me with happiness and eagerness to please my Master for the rest of my life. I hadn't just found my soulmate in Grayson—I'd found the thing that had been missing from my life all along. And in kneeling for my Master, I had found myself.

  "How pretty you look tonight," he muttered as he caressed my cheek. "Go on, then. Bring over that square box under the tree, I want to see you open it. And don't get off your knees. I want to see you crawl some more, Kitty."

  I smiled, crawling to the tree, and swaying my ass from side to side so he could get a good look at me. I picked the box up, standing up and placing it in Grayson's lap, barely able to hold back the smile playing on my lips.

  "Don't you want to open it, Kitty?" he asked in a low growl.

  "Yes, Master."

  "Then ask for permission."

  "Can I open it?" I whispered.

  "Ask properly, Kitty." He pinched my nipple through the blouse I was wearing, making me whimper with need. "Go on, give it another go."

  "Please, Master... may I open it?" I tried again.

  "Yes, Kitty, you may." He kissed my c
heek as he handed me the box, a mischievous grin playing on his lips.

  I tore through the snowflake printed wrapping paper and gasped when I saw the midnight blue velvet jewelry box beneath the paper. "What's this, Master?"

  "You'll have to open it and see."

  With trembling fingers, I gently lifted the lid of the box, gasping when I saw what was inside. A gorgeous gold collar lay atop the fabric, with the sweetest little bell dangling from the front.

  "A pretty collar for a pretty Kitty," Grayson told me with an affectionate smile, sweeping my hair off my neck. "Let me put it on you?"

  "Yes, Master," I breathed. "Please..."

  His fingers felt cool against my skin as he put the collar in place. When I felt the lock clicking, it was as if everything came together. Brimming with happiness, I shared a special smile with Grayson that made me tingle.

  "All mine now, Kitty," he said. "I don't want you to take it off again."

  "Never," I whispered as he pressed a firm kiss against my mouth. "I want everyone to know I belong to you. Thank you, Master."

  He deepened our kiss, the raw passion he felt for me obvious from the way his lips melded against mine, claiming me as his time and time again.

  "What's on the agenda today?" he finally asked when I pulled back.

  "I have rehearsals in two hours, and the performance tonight at eight," I explained. "Will I see you in the audience tonight?"

  "You have to ask?" he grinned at me. "There's no chance I'd miss your first performance, Kitty. You'll make a wonderful Odile. I'm sure you'll make me very proud."

  "But..." I bit my bottom lip, giving him a hopeful look. "I want to do something else first."

  "What's that?" he asked.

  "I wanted to invite Georgie over to lunch," I suggested. "We have something we want to ask you."

  "Oh?" Grayson raised his brows in amusement. "And what might the two of you be planning, Kitty?"

  "You'll have to wait and see." I gave him a mysterious smile, my heart pounding in expectation.

  Georgina or Georgie as we liked to call her, was the pretty young girl with jet black hair who'd been part of the group of carolers singing to me when Grayson proposed. She was one of the beneficiaries of Grayson's scholarship, and an incredibly talented singer. I was close with a lot of the children Grayson sponsored, but sweet little Georgie had a special place in my heart.