The Naughty List: Dom for All Seasons, #1

By Everly Stone

The only woman I've ever loved isn't going to be won back with glittering presents under the tree. She's a submissive who needs to be reminded that I'm the only man who makes her blood hot and her body ache, that I'm the one who crashed through the walls around her heart and convinced her to kneel at my feet.

 

I've got a reputation for being a good man who does compassionate things with his fortune. But tonight's generosity isn't about money, or being good. It's about all the other ways I can be sinfully generous.

 

And very, very bad.

 

"Panties off, Kitten. I want more than your mouth under the mistletoe tonight..."

 

WARNING: This WHITE HOT holiday standalone contains spanking, naughty toys, and a sexy as sin alpha male who will rock you all around the Christmas tree and then some.

 

Dom For All Seasons

- The Naughty List (Garrett & Dakota)

- The Naughty Boss (Ten & Jane)

- The Naughty Rules (Edward & Ivy)

 

Previously titled Snowbound with the Billionaire -- same steamy story, with a fresh new title and cover.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Everly Stone
• Release date: Sep 24, 2022
• ISBN: 9798215121320

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PROLOGUE

DAKOTA

Are you sure this is all you want? He moves in close, his heat warming my back, making my bare skin prickle with awareness. No presents, no jewelry, no private tour of the Empire State Building complete with champagne and surprises? You know I like to surprise you.

I do. And I love your surprises. My toes squirm into the thick carpet as my lashes flutter behind the blindfold covering my face from my forehead to the top of my nose. But tonight, all I want is you. I smile. And your cock.

That’s good, he says, the affection in his voice making my heart beat faster. My cock and I are kind of a package deal. Especially where you’re concerned.

Oh yeah?

Oh yeah. He moves closer, but still not close enough.

I bite my lip, fighting the need to turn and wrap my arms around his neck, knowing better than to make the first move when we’re so close to the start of the game.

But that doesn’t mean I can’t move things along…

That’s nice to hear, I say with a heavy sigh. But I’m not sure I believe you, babe. It feels like I haven’t seen your cock in forever.

It has been nearly twenty-four hours… He hums in feigned dismay, making my smile stretch wider. Then I’ll have to prove my cock’s devotion to you, Miss Fleming. Are you ready to play?

Yes, Sir, I whisper, my head spinning with anticipation.

Then close your eyes. His breath is warm in my ear as his hands come to rest on my hips, making my nerve endings sizzle with a combination of arousal and relief because even twenty-four hours without his skin against mine is too much.

Are they closed, Dakota? His palms skim up my stomach to rest on my ribs, just below where I’m desperate for him to touch me. To cup my breasts and pinch my nipples and take me to the hot, hungry places I’ve only ever been with him.

With my man, my love, my Master.

Not too long ago, that word made me laugh out loud at the ridiculousness of grown people playing silly sex games. Now it makes me wet. Instantly, desperately wet, from the moment my Master tells me to get on my knees until the moment our game is finished.

I’m serious, beautiful. Garrett flicks a finger over my erect nipple, making me gasp and lightning-fierce desire surge between my legs. Don’t make me ask again.

But I’m wearing a blindfold, Sir. I arch my spine until my bottom brushes against where he’s hard, the feel of the thick ridge of his cock through his thin tuxedo pants making my pussy throb. "And maybe my eyes are closed. You can’t know for sure."

I know, Kitten. Because I know you and how you like to test me. His palm flattens over my belly, his hand so wide his fingers span from hipbone to hipbone as he pins my ass tight to his erection.

And God, I can feel every inch of him, every thick, pulsing centimeter.

My jaw clenches, and my fingers curl into fists as I rock my hips, rubbing my tailbone against his cock. I would prefer to use my hands, but my wrists are already bound together in front of me, wrapped up tight with his tie.

Though, having him in my mouth would be good, too…

All night long, while we spun through a ballroom decorated with holly and mistletoe, dancing to syrupy-sweet carols and classic holiday songs crooned into the mic at the top of the Rainbow Room, all I could think about was getting on my knees with Garrett’s cock between my lips. I don’t know what it was about the warm, holiday vibe that made me desperate to have my mouth fucked hard, but I’m learning not to question things like that. I’m learning to go with what feels right, and being with Garrett always feels right, whether we’re making love slow and sweet or getting as twisted as I’ve ever been in the bedroom.

Last chance, beautiful. Garrett’s middle finger dips low, rubbing lightly over my clit, making me tremble. If you don’t follow instructions, I’m going to assume you want to be punished.

I shiver again, keeping my eyes wide as I whisper, Oh, no, Sir. Anything but that…

Then bend over. The words are dark and deep, and the rumble of his Dom voice is enough to make me wetter, even before he grabs my hips and pulls them sharply back.

The motion forces me to bend, bracing my joined hands against the back of the couch before I fall.

You will listen, or you will suffer the consequences. He jerks my panties down around my thighs, exposing my ass and slick, swollen sex. His warm palm caresses the curve of my hip as he adds in a thick whisper, You’re not going to be able to sit down tomorrow without thinking about what a bad girl you were tonight, Dakota.

I’m sorry, Sir. My voice is breathy with desire and anticipation of the first blow, the first step in the dance I’ve been dying to dance with him all night long. I’m so sorry. But of course I’m not sorry. I’m trembling, aching, eager for his punishment.

It’s too late for sorry. The flat of his hand comes down hard on my backside, making me cry out with pain and relief.

Thank God he didn’t take my apology seriously. Thank God he knows exactly how I need the game to play out at moments like this, when I’m so close to him but dying to get closer. I’ve tried so hard, but I can’t get there on my own. I always pull away, slipping into the shadows before I love you becomes I’ll die without you.

Before Garrett, I assumed I was incapable of being truly vulnerable with a man, but he doesn’t take no for an answer. He pushes me, punishes me, hammering away at the walls surrounding my heart until they shatter. Until I shatter, falling to pieces at his feet, where he is always ready to catch me and put me back together.

You will learn to listen. He spanks me with hard, rhythmic swats that summon a soft grunt from the back of my throat each time his palm connects with my stinging flesh. Or you will end your night, every night, with your ass in the air and my hand teaching you how I expect you to behave.

Yes, Sir. My words end in a gasp as his next blow lands between my legs, slapping me where I’m so copiously wet.

I’m so turned on—arousal slipping down my thighs, leaving a trail of fuck me now, fuck me hard, fuck me deep in its wake—that there was a time when I would have been ashamed of myself.

But that time seems far away as Garrett nudges his knuckles against my dripping sex, humming beneath his breath. Look how wet you are, Kitten. Look how badly you need relief.

I whimper softly. Yes, Sir. Please, Sir.

Please what, Dakota? The sound of his zipper dragging down is enough to make me shake, and my voice turns husky as I beg—

Please take me, Sir. Make me yours. Please.

You’re already mine. He captures my