Chapter 10

10

JOHNNY

I Am Santa Clause - Bob Rivers

F inally. Finally, I have her. My little snowflake is all fucking mine. Awake, aware, and—oh, she’s feisty.

“Get off me, you freak,” she growls, her voice shaky but full of that bite that just makes my cock harder. “You think this is gonna work? You think tying me up with Christmas ribbon is gonna make me?—”

I laugh. It bubbles up, sharp and giddy, echoing through the room like music. “Oh, sweetheart,” I say, leaning in close, my breath warm against her ear. “You can pretend all you want, but we both know you have no intentions of actually escaping me.”

She glares at me, her icy blue eyes blazing with defiance as she struggles against the ribbon, testing the restraints. It’s almost cute how she thinks she stands a chance. The ribbon holds firm, keeping her wrists tied above her head, stretched out and helpless. She’s perfect like this—vulnerable, yet still trying to act tough. My little snowflake.

“This isn’t a game,” she snaps, her lips curling into a sneer. “You can’t just?—”

“Can’t what?” I cut her off, grinning as I reach out, my fingers tracing the line of her neck. She shivers under my touch, and I catch the way her breath hitches, just for a second. “You keep saying what I can’t do, but here you are. Tied up, all pretty and helpless for me. Don’t worry, though—I’ll take good care of you.”

She scoffs, tossing her head like she’s still in control. “You’re fucking insane. You think this is turning me on? You think I want this? I don’t even know you’re name!”

I tilt my head, a laugh slipping from my lips. “Oh, snowflake. I know you want this.” I press my hand to her chest, feeling her heartbeat thrum beneath her skin, fast and frantic. “That pulse tells me everything I need to know. So does the way you’re squirming. Not to get away, no, no, you’re squirming, cause Johnny here, has you so goddamn excited.”

Her eyes narrow. “You’re delusional, Johnny .”

“Delusional?” I repeat, my grin widening behind my mask at the sound of my name on her tongue. “Maybe. But I’m not wrong.” I move my hand lower, just grazing the edge of her thigh, watching as she stiffens, trying to hold back a reaction. “Your pretty little mouth keeps fighting, but your body is telling a whole different story, snowflake.”

She glares at me, but I see the flash of something else in her eyes—something she’s trying to bury, but it’s there. Lust. Desire. And it makes my cock twitch.

“I swear to God?—”

“You swear to God?” I interrupt, laughing again. “That’s cute. What, you gonna pray for me? For us?” I lean down, my face inches from hers, and she freezes. “I’ll save you the trouble. I’m your god now. And I don’t need prayers, just you.”

“Go to hell.”

“Oh, I’ve been there,” I whisper, my voice low and dangerous. “And I’d drag you with me in a heartbeat. But this… this is better.” I reach for her face, stroking her cheek, my fingers lingering on her lips. “You want me, snowflake. You can lie to yourself all you want, but you can’t fucking lie to me.”

She pulls her face away, but the movement’s stiff, almost reluctant. “This is sick.”

“And yet,” I chuckle, “you like it.”

Her jaw clenches, lips pressed into a thin line, but I know. Oh, I know exactly what’s going through her head. She’s defiant, but there’s no denying the heat between us, the way her body reacts, even when her mind says no.

“Tell me, snowflake,” I coo, sitting back to admire her, bound and struggling but oh-so-tempting. “Why haven’t you screamed? Why aren’t you begging for me to stop? Hmm? Maybe because you don’t want me to?”

Her silence is answer enough.

“That’s what I thought.” I stand, moving to the foot of the bed, dragging my eyes up and down her restrained form, enjoying every second of this. “You’re mine now, and you like it.”

She glares at me, but there’s desire in that look, and I can see it, no matter how much she tries to hide it.

“I’ll never be yours,” she repeats, but there’s less fire in her voice now, and I can feel it. She’s breaking. Slowly. Sweetly.

“We’ll see about that.” I grin, leaning in again, my lips brushing her ear. “And when you finally admit it, when you finally say my name like you mean it, I’ll be right here. Ready to unwrap my gift.”

My grin widens as I pull back just enough to admire the view before me—her tied wrists above her head, her body tense with a mix of defiance and anticipation. The fire she clung to earlier is dimming, giving way to something rawer, deeper. Much like the customers at the circus once the drugs kick in. I can see her morals melting away by the way her chest rises and falls, and in the subtle shiver that runs through her as my breath brushes against her soft skin.

“You’re mine,” I murmur, voice low and dangerous, as my fingers trace the waistband of her leggings. She jerks beneath me, but it’s not out of resistance. It’s more like her body is reacting instinctively, betraying her mind. I tug at the waistband, peeling the tight fabric down slowly, savoring the way her skin is revealed inch by inch. Her breath hitches, hips lifting ever so slightly off the bed, almost like she’s helping me strip her.

My little snowflake doesn’t want to admit it, but her body is telling me the truth.

I slip her leggings down her legs, and toss them on the floor, leaving her bare from the waist down, her panties already damp from the heat between her thighs. I run a single finger over the thin fabric, pressing down slightly, just enough to feel her shudder. “You’re soaked,” I whisper, my voice thick with satisfaction, and she lets out a sharp breath, as though the words sting more than she wants them to.

I don’t give her time to react, though. My hand travels upward, finding the hem of her shirt. Slowly, methodically, I pull a knife from my pocket, the blade glinting in the low light. Her eyes widen, but she doesn’t scream. No she just watches, her eyes fixated on my hand wrapped around the small blade. I catch the brief flash of fear before her gaze hardens, contempt struggling to flare up once more.

“Relax, snowflake,” I purr, the cold edge of the blade grazing her stomach as I slip it beneath the fabric. “I’m just unwrapping my gift. It is Christmas morning after all, and even Santa deserves at least one present.”

In one swift movement, I slice through the thin material, the fabric parting easily, exposing her tits to the cool air. I drag the blade higher, letting it nick her skin just enough to make her squirm, her breath quickening. I toss the torn shirt aside, leaving her naked and vulnerable beneath me.

Fuck she is a the prettiest sight. Wrists still bound to the headboard behind her, bare chest rising. It’s almost enough to make me bust right here, just another stain to add to the Santa suit. Almost.

She fights to maintain control. But it’s slipping. I can see it in the way her lips part, in the soft tremor of her thighs. She’s melting for me, and it’s beautiful.

Climbing onto the bed, I move with deliberate, calculated slowness, positioning myself between her legs. Her wrists are still tied above her head, her body stretched out helplessly beneath me. I tip my mask up just enough for my mouth to be free, the cold edge of it grazing my chin as I look down at her. She’s trying to hold onto the last shred of resistance, her eyes defiant, lips set in a thin line, but I know better. I can feel the tremor in her legs, the way her hips shift ever so slightly, thighs parting just enough to give her away. She wants this. She’s begging for it without even realizing.

“Still pretending, huh?” I murmur, trailing my fingers down her side, feeling her body shudder in response. “You don’t have to say a word... your body’s already telling me everything.”

Her breath catches as I lower my head, tracing a slow, deliberate path with my tongue down her stomach, savoring the way her muscles tense beneath me. I don’t rush. No, I want to draw this out, make her fucking squirm. When I reach the waistband of her panties, I pause, my lips just brushing the damp fabric.

She gasps, her hips lifting involuntarily, seeking contact. I chuckle darkly, dragging my tongue across the thin material, tasting the heat that radiates from her core.

“Fuck, you taste like the sweetest fucking treat, snowflake,” I taunt, pressing my mouth against her, letting the friction of the fabric tease her. “Pretend all you want, but I can feel how badly you want this.”

Her back arches off the bed, and I smirk against her, my fingers hooking under the waistband of her panties. Instead of pulling them down, I drag them to the side, exposing her, teasing her with the cool air.

“Look at you,” I breathe, pressing a kiss just above her clit. “So ready, so desperate, but you’re still trying to fight it.”

“Fuck you!” she whimpers, her thick thighs trembling as I lower my head again. This time, I don’t hesitate. My tongue flicks out, circling her clit in a slow, deliberate motion. She lets out a soft, broken moan, her body arching up, hips pressing against my face. She can’t pretend now—her body is screaming the truth.

“See how easy it is to give in?” I growl between kisses, licking a line along her folds before sucking her clit between my lips. “I can feel how much you need this... how much you need me.”

She gasps, her head tossing back, the struggle all but gone from her body as I devour her. My tongue moves faster, more demanding, flicking and swirling around her clit until her hips are rocking in time with my movements. Her moans fill the room, soft and desperate, each sound pushing me further.

“You love this, don’t you?” I mutter, pulling away just long enough to look up at her from behind my mask, my mouth wet with her. “Tell me how much you love it. Tell me how much you want more.”

“Go fuck yourself, freak!” She’s breathless, her body trembling beneath me, but she’s still fighting, still holding on to some sliver of control. But I know it won’t last. I can feel her getting closer, her hips grinding against my face, seeking release.

I suck her clit again, harder this time, and she cries out, her legs tightening around me. “You’re my little snowflake—so fucking delicate and perfect—but I’m gonna melt you down. Yeah I’m gonna twist you up into something darker. Something mine. And the fun part? You’ll love it, even when it burns. Ha, maybe especially when it burns.”

Her thighs tremble around my head as I run my tongue over her, tasting her, savoring the way she reacts to every flick and swirl. She tries to stay silent, to bite back her moans, but I know I’m getting to her. I lift my head slightly, letting my breath brush against her swollen clit, just to make her squirm.

She lets out a sharp breath, her hips bucking involuntarily as I dip my tongue inside her, teasing her folds, tasting her deeper. She whimpers, the sound muffled but desperate, and I grin against her, pulling back just enough to speak again.

“Go on,” I taunt, my voice dark and low. “Tell me you hate it. Tell me I’m not making you feel good right now. That you don’t want this.”

She bites her lip, shaking her head, but her body is betraying her. Her hips roll against my face, searching for more pressure, more friction, and I give it to her, sucking her clit between my lips before letting it go with a wet, deliberate pop.

“See, now fucking stop pretending. You wanted this all along, and you’re loving every second of it,” I growl, my voice edged with possessiveness. I press my mouth against her again, pushing my tongue deeper, flicking her clit with every movement. Her thighs tighten around me, her breath coming out in shallow, broken gasps.

“Say it,” I demand, pulling away just long enough to make her whine in frustration. “Admit it.”

“I...” She tries to speak, but it’s choked, her body trembling beneath me.

I smirk, dragging my tongue back over her sensitive clit in slow, torturous circles. “Come on, snowflake. Don’t lie to me. I can feel how badly you want to come.”

Her voice is nothing more than a shaky whisper. “I... hate you.”

But the way her hips grind against me, the way she’s on the verge of breaking—those are her real answers.

“Liar,” I growl before sucking hard on her clit, sending her over the edge.

Her body shudders as she hits her peak, her thighs clamping tightly around my head, and I don’t let up for a second. Instead, I double down, my tongue relentless against her swollen clit, drawing out her orgasm with slow, torturous circles. She gasps, her hips bucking, riding the high of her climax, but I know she’s not done yet—not even close.

Her breathless moans fill the room, soft and desperate, as I slide my fingers between her legs, slipping two deep inside her slick heat. Her back arches off the bed, and I groan against her, feeling how tightly her body grips me.

“That’s it,” I murmur, my voice rough with hunger. “See how good I can make you feel when you stop pretending you don’t fucking want it. Now, say my name,” I growl, fingers curling inside her, hitting just the right spot that makes her gasp. “I want to hear it. I want to hear you beg for me.”

She shakes her head, biting her lip, trying to hold onto whatever shred of resistance she thinks she has left. But her body betrays her again, hips grinding against my face, desperate for more.

I pull back, just enough to make her whine in frustration, and my grin widens. “Come on, snowflake. Say it. Let me hear you.”

“I...” She struggles to speak, her voice shaky, her breaths ragged.

“Say it,” I demand, my voice low, dangerous. My fingers slide deeper, thrusting harder as I lean down and suck her clit between my lips. She cries out, and I pull back again, just to taunt her. “Say my fucking name, or I stop.”

“No...” Her voice is barely a whisper, a mix of defiance and need.

I thrust my fingers deeper, my tongue flicking against her sensitive clit. She’s losing control, her hips moving frantically against me, and I know she’s close. “Fucking say it,” I growl, fingers curling inside her again. “You know you want to.”

“Oh, fuck! Johnny,” she gasps, her voice breaking as her body tightens around my fingers, on the edge of release.

“That’s it,” I murmur darkly, flicking her clit again, driving her wild. “Say it louder. I want Mark’s dead body to hear you scream my name when you come.”

“Johnny,” she moans louder now, her hips rolling against my hand, desperate, as if she can’t hold back any longer. “Please, don’t stop.”

My name on her lips sends a surge of possessive hunger through me. I slam my fingers into her harder, faster, my mouth working her clit with unrelenting pressure. “That’s right, snowflake,” I growl against her. “Johnny is the only name that will ever escape your lips. I’m your god, your twisted Santa, your savior—everything you need.”

She’s falling apart beneath me, and I can feel it—the way her body tenses, the way her breathing grows frantic. I press my tongue harder against her, pushing her closer to the edge. “Beg me,” I command, my voice low and rough. “Beg me to make you come.”

“Johnny,” she gasps, her back arching off the bed, her voice a pleading, broken cry. “Please—please, I need it. Don’t stop, I’m so close?—”

I smirk, sucking her clit between my lips, my fingers thrusting relentlessly as she writhes beneath me, lost in the intensity of her pleasure. Her moans only spur me on, and I can feel the tension building again, feel her body responding despite the overwhelming sensation.

“Johnny,” she moans again, her voice breathless, her body shaking. “Please—please, I need more.”

“Fuck, snowflake, you tastes so fucking good,” I growl as I suck and lap up all her juices. My cock aches to be inside her, but I hold back, teasing her, pushing her limits. “You’re going to fucking melt for me again.”

I slide a third finger inside her, stretching her, making her gasp. Her legs wrap tighter around me, her body arching, trembling with need. “Please,” she begs, her voice barely coherent now, breathless and broken. “I can’t?—”

“Oh, yes, you can,” I growl, my fingers thrusting deeper, harder. “You can, and you will. You’ll come for me again. You’ll melt for me, my little snowflake, and soon all you’ll be able to think about is how good Santa Johnny can make you feel.”

Her breath comes in shallow gasps, her body trembling uncontrollably, and I know she’s close again. I lean down, my tongue flicking over her clit one last time, and she cries out, her second orgasm crashing over her with brutal force.

“Oh god, oh fuck!”

This time, I let her ride it out, my fingers slowing, my tongue still teasing as her body spasms, her breath coming in ragged sobs. Only when she’s completely spent do I finally pull back, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand as I climb up her body.

I don’t waste a second.

With one swift motion, I grip her thick thighs and pull her onto me, my hard cock pressing against her soaked entrance. She’s still trembling, still catching her breath, but I don’t wait. Nah fuck that, I’ve waited long enough. I thrust into her in one smooth, hard motion, burying myself in her sweetness.

“Oh fuck,” she gasps, her body arching up to meet me, and I groan, feeling her tight, wet heat wrap around me.

“Fuck,” I growl, my hands gripping her hips as I pull her down onto me. “You’re so fucking tight. So perfect, snowflake.”

With her wrists restrained she’s unable to touch me as I start to move, slow and deliberate, thrusting deep inside her. She’s still whimpering, her body overstimulated, but I can still tell she loves it. I can feel it in the way her pussy tightens around me, the way her hips rise to meet mine, desperate for more.

“Johnny,” she moans, her voice soft, pleading. “Don’t stop.”

“Don’t worry, I’m not going to stop,” I growl, picking up the pace, slamming into her harder, faster. Each thrust drives me deeper, and I savor every inch. “Look at you, snowflake. You look so fucking pretty taking me like this.”

Her breath catches as I fill her completely, her body arching beneath me. “You feel so good,” she gasps, and I can’t help but smirk.

“Yeah? It’s like you were made for me, isn’t it little snowflake,” I taunt, driving deeper, relishing the way she responds to each thrust.

She whimpers, her body trembling beneath me, and I can feel her walls tightening as I pound into her with a steady rhythm. “Say my name again,” I demand, my voice low and rough with possession. “I want to hear it from your pretty little lips while I’m balls deep inside you.”

“Johnny!” she cries out, her voice breaking, and I can see the pleasure radiating from her. “Please?—”

“Beg for it,” I tease, smirking behind my mask. “Tell me how much you need me.”

“Johnny, I need you,” she whines, her voice filled with desperation. “I need you so much.”

“Good girl,” I growl, slamming into her one last time, reveling in the way her body shakes with the force of her release. She comes again, her walls milking me for everything I have, and I groan, burying myself deep inside her as I finally let go, spilling into her with a low, guttural moan.

When it’s over, I collapse on top of her, both of us panting, spent. Pulling off my mask, I brush my lips against her ear, a dark smile on my face. “I’m going to melt you down, make you my perfect match in every way,” I whisper. “You’re mine, snowflake. Forever. I’ll take care of you. No one will ever hurt you again. Not like Mark did.”

Her eyes widen at the mention of him, and I can see the pain flashing in them. She’s thinking of the way he made her feel. How he broke her heart. I know, because I was there. I saw it all.

“I’m the only one who knows how to treat you right,” I continue, my voice low and tender. “Mark never understood you. He never saw the real you. But I do.”

I undo the ribbon just enough to lift her from the bed, cradling her like the fragile thing she is. She doesn’t resist, doesn’t fight me anymore, and it’s like something inside her has finally shifted. As I carry her into the bathroom, I hum the same Christmas tune that’s been echoing in my head for days, a dark lullaby that only I understand.

She’s going to see things my way. Eventually, she’ll thank me.