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Madame Eve’s 1NightStand service has brought together Blake and Taryn on a cold Christmas Eve at the Castillo Lodge. The two will set out on an adventure of pain and pleasure surrounded by Alaskan snow-capped mountains and nestled in a warm country lodge. But as the night develops, Taryn discovers it’s not Christmas presents that will surprise her but instead the very man who mastered her through a night of intense BDSM.


REVIEWS:


5 Stars – Bitten by Paranormal Romance

“No lollygagging around here as the story opens with a BDSM scene involving a flogger, a cane, and a mini vibe. Of course, you can expect a few ropes and anal sex to round things out. All of this kinky goodness is wrapped up in a contemporary romance that Ms. Kennedy delivers in excellence. Ms. Kennedy keeps upping the ante with her 1NS stories. They are like too many sweets for the brain and I want more!” Cynthia


5 Stars – Under the Covers reviews

“The saying goes: “Short, but sweet!” But that is not the motto Stacey Kennedy writes by.
All She Wants for Christmas is her Dom is sizzling hot! So much so that I’m actually a bit sad that the book was so short! But don’t be fooled by the shortness of this book, Kennedy really packs in the heat! All She Wants for Christmas is her Dom jumps right into the sexy BDSM. ”
Ann


5 Stars – A Chick Who Reads

“Only Stacey Kennedy could write a story a little more than 20 pages long that can leave readers longing for a cold shower. All She Wants For Christmas Is Her Dom, is just that kind of story…short but not sweet, in fact it is so hot the pages sizzle from the heat of Taryn and her Dom. ” Andrea

EXCERPT:


The suite in the Castillo Lodge far exceeded Blake’s expectations. Rustic in appearance with log walls, hardwood panel floors, and the rich scent of evergreens filling the air, it was exactly what he requested and fit the mood for a Christmas getaway. The room delighted him, but the woman who stood before him enchanted him more.
He led the blindfolded Taryn over to the four-poster wooden bed with a quilt on top and placed her hands on the railing over the footboard. “I suggest you present yourself.” She bent over, spread her long, sexy legs, and angled her hips to expose her ass decorated by a thong. Her straight brown locks hung loosely down her back, covering the crimson lace bra that looked lovely against her pale skin. “Nicely done.”
Her chest rose and fell quickly. Nervous? The thought only lingered on his mind a moment—no one paired with him would hold anxieties. As a Dom, he demanded much of his submissives. He needed them to be strong and obedient. And Madame Eve, a matchmaker out of Las Vegas who had arranged the encounter, had been well aware of that fact. As he examined her more closely, he equated her reaction to being aroused, and relished the thought that his mere presence caused her reaction.
“I’m here to please you, Sir.”
The fire in the large stone fireplace on the far side of the large room cast a lovely glow over her skin. “Your desire to entice me is working.” He pressed his hard cock against the seam of her ass to declare she hadn’t been the only one affected. “I appreciate you addressing me with such respect, but for now, we can do without it. I’d advise, though, to use the term when you believe I want to hear it.” He rubbed himself against her and held back his groan. “Is my cock what you want?”
“I ache for you.”
He chuckled before he moved away and saw her stance falter. “That kind of pleasure you’ll have to earn.”
She proved she was a skilled submissive as she recovered her position without pause. “I want to earn it, Sir.”
He strode toward his bag on the floor by the stone fireplace and took out his flogger. She tensed as he flicked his hand to allow her to hear the sound of the tails whooshing through the air. “Do you have a safe word, my pet?”
“Marshal.”
He positioned himself behind her and trailed the flogger over her backside. “Explain why that word holds significance?” He smacked her ass with a hard hit to test her limits.
“I’m a U.S. Marshal in Texas.” She groaned. “Supervisory Deputy to be exact.”
He ran the flogger over her bottom again to tease her. “Is that why the submissive role appeals to you, because of the job you hold?”
“It feels wonderful to give up the control I carry in my day-to-day life.” She moaned as he issued another hit. “And I enjoy being punished.”
He’d already known she enjoyed pain play. Madame Eve had sent him an extensive list of her limits, but he preferred learning for himself where those limits were drawn. “How long have you lived the BDSM lifestyle?”
“Five years.” She squeaked as he delivered a hard hit on her back then let the tails of the flogger tickle down the sweet cheeks of her ass.
“But you haven’t had a lifestyle Dom?”
“I—” She paused. “I’d prefer not to discuss it.”
Unacceptable. He hit hard twice. She bowed her head and cringed. “I didn’t ask what you preferred. Answer the question.”
She breathed deep as he hit lightly along her thighs. “I did have someone, but not anymore.”
“Would he be jealous that I’m your Dom tonight?”
“I’d imagine he would be.” She gasped when he flogged her on the shoulders and continued down her back.
“I suppose then, I’ll need to leave my mark on you for all to see, so they’re well aware who you belong to now.”