The Christmas Gift

By Wanda Peters

The story revolves around the intense and unconventional relationship between Brad and Amanda. As they explore their dark desires, the protagonist finds himself pushed to his limits, both physically and emotionally. With Amanda's sadistic tendencies and insatiable thirst for control, the story takes readers on a thrilling and sensual journey filled with unexpected twists.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Wanda Peters
• Release date: Feb 14, 2024
• ISBN: 9798224429417

Wanda Peters

I write erotic books, mostly about cuckolding. If you are looking for that type of book, you might ask yourself what exactly do you want in an erotic book. I think that if you can read one of my books and keep both hands on the book then I have not done my job. I don't believe that anyone that buys or reads one of my books or stories are looking for great literature.I don't try to compete with Shakespear when I write. What I do try to do is to put together a compelling story that someone will want to continue to read. A word of caution my books are not for the faint of heart. Many of my characters do not have a happy ending. A few of my books do have some satirical humor but for the most part, they are about males that are dominated and humiliated by their wives or lovers.I hope you enjoy my work.

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The Christmas Gift

Author: Wanda Peters

Copywrite February 2024

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The Christmas Gift

Chapter One – How It Began

My wife Amanda came to me one day shortly after our 5th anniversary and said, Brad we need to spice things up a little bit.

I was somewhat surprised because I thought that our marriage was going along quite well in all aspects including what happened in our bedroom. With some apprehension, I asked her what she had in mind and she told me that was going to be her little secret and that when it was time she would let me know.

It was the next Friday night when as I was getting ready for bed and was reaching for my pajamas she sprang her trap. You won’t be needing those tonight, lover, she said with almost honey dripping off of her tongue.

I looked at her and she had a big smile on her face and she was pointing to the bed. I figured she was telling me to lie down on top of the covers since she had not pulled them back.

So following her lead I lay down on my back in the middle of the bed and waited for her next move. I didn’t have long to wait as she held up one of my neckties. I started to ask her what it was for when she placed two fingers to her lips as a sign that I should be quiet.

Coming to the bed she placed the necktie across my eyes and then told me to raise my head so that she could tie it in place. Again I started to speak, to ask her what she was going to do when I heard her shush me, again telling me to be quiet.

She told me to put my hands above my head and when I complied, I felt some type of rope being wrapped around my wrists and then both hands were pulled tightly towards the headboard. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest as a mixture of excitement and nervousness washed over me. The unfamiliarity of the situation sent a shiver down my spine.

Amanda's soft laughter filled the room, sending waves of both relief and anticipation through me. She had always been adventurous, but this was beyond anything we had ever tried before. I trusted her completely, but the unknown still made my pulse race.

Suddenly, I felt her warm breath against my ear as she whispered, Are you ready for a night filled with surprises, my love?

Unable to see her face or anticipate what was to come, I relied solely on her voice. It reassured me, igniting a newfound courage within me. Yes, I whispered back, feeling a thrill at surrendering control to her.

At that moment, the atmosphere shifted. The room seemed charged with electricity and an intoxicating blend of vulnerability and desire engulfed us both. She told me to spread my legs and when I obeyed she quickly tied an ankle to one of the footposts of the bed so that I was spread eagle and helpless to whatever it was that she had planned for me.

Next, I felt her playing with my testicle sack. At first, it was not an unpleasant feeling but then I felt cold steel pressed against one of my balls and I told her to be careful that my balls were very sensitive.

Do I have to gag you to keep you quiet? she asked a coldness in her voice that I had never heard before. She didn’t wait for an answer, just went back to pressing