16. “You will be my frosted fruit tonight. My glittery, little pear

Chapter 16

“You will be my frosted fruit tonight. My glittery, little pear

KRAMPUS

F inished with the oil, I take a few moments to memorize the sight of my shimmery star.

Tonight, she won’t simply glow. She will shine!

First, I show her the collar I had customized. Krampus’s Naughty Girl. I smirk as she relaxes when I clasp it around her lovely throat because she has no idea what else it does.

Next, I dangle the nipple clamps above her plump tits.

“Candy canes?”

“With little bells connected to them.” I wink.

Love that cute little smile. Once I clip them on, she hisses, but I snap my fingers, triggering the temperature change setting. And the subtle vibration.

“Krampus!” She falls back against the pillow, her hands darting to her breasts. Before she has the opportunity to remove them, I snap my fingers again, binding her in red ribbon and tinsel, gratified by the return of my power. Little by little, it grows as I savor her emotions.

She wriggles, but she won’t be getting out of my ribbon restraints anytime soon. I love how I’ve positioned them in the best way to plump up her breasts while the ribbons accentuate her dainty round hips, her pretty pink pussy, and those thick thighs I love so much.

When she thrashes and lets out a string of dirty curses, I wink and trigger the setting in the collar. She yelps from the tiny zap right before her eyes widen upon mine.

“Did you?—”

“The perfect level of setting for min kona. Enough to curl your toes, prickle your hairs, and give a little shock to your senses. But not enough to harm you,” I explain. “Anytime you brat to me today, anytime you doth protest too much, min Twyla…”

“Do I get a safe word or anything?”

I blink. And deadpan. Stunned. As I narrow my eyes, she swallows hard, her arms squeezing as tight as she can make them. Oh, she knows the mistake she made. The more I lower my head to her, leaning in, the more she tries to make herself appear smaller and fade into the bed.

“I. Am. Krampus. I am not safe , my skitten jente…” I rub my lips across hers. “I am a master in the art of punishment and pleasure, of torment and tantalization. I will take you to your very limits and test your boundaries, but you know I will bring you the greatest pleasure beyond your wildest dreams. I will never truly harm you, kjaere. Or break you. You are immortal. You are mine. And I will reap every last emotion you have to give me today to bring my full restoration and sate me through the new year. Is that clear, min Twyla?”

Her eyes are glassy, and a raspy whimper escapes her throat, but she nods and croaks, “Clear as a snow globe, Master Krampus.”

I shake my head with a chuckle and slap the swell of her breast, bouncing the flesh and shaking the nipple clamp to respond with its soft jingle. A shudder ripples through her, tingling the bells like a softer echo following my louder note. Her nipples turn to hard little rubies. I know how much she loves impact play with her pretty tits.

Next, I snap the red ribbon gag around her mouth, which will help with that naughty brat tongue. “Don’t you roll your eyes at me,” I warn her, crooking a grin.

Tonight, I clamp her labia with multiple clips—all with the same temperature-altering sensations that will complement the kink oil. Fire and ice. And a little vibration.

No gold balls for her hot, little pussy tonight. Raising her and bending her over the bed, I instead remove the butt plug from her dark hole and dip my finger with the oil past the puckered star of her anus.

“Mmm!” she protests through the gag and bucks, which only sucks my finger in deeper.

Another zap shuts her down until she’s breathing deeper with her head lowered onto the blankets.

“Time to stretch this pretty pink star…” I say.

Blood surges to my cock, stiffening it in my pouch while I retrieve the toy, coat it in the same oil, then slide it carefully and slowly into her sweet little dark hole. When she lurches, moaning through the gag, I fist her hair, yank her head back to grip her throat, and push the candy-cane striped dildo in deeper. She squeals, the vibration of her vocal cords resonating into my hand, but once I plunge the toy in and out, pumping slow and rhythmically, those pretty thighs start to clench…and shake.

“Platinum silicone,” I purr in her ear, fucking her with the dildo. “Curved. Striped. Red and white. A long, sweet candy cane for your sexy ass until it’s ready for my cock. And you’re going to take it, aren’t you, my naughty girl?” She sobs, but she nods frantically, her cheeks red as poinsettias. Dirty talk is one of many turn-ons for my lille frekke drittunge. “Every—single— inch ,” I punctuate my last word by shoving the candy cane toy in as deep as it will go.

Twyla shrieks through the gag, and I laugh as she comes. Hard. Hard enough for her hips to buck as she clenches all her muscles around the cane. And there is the evidence dripping down her ripe thighs.

“Hmm…did I tell you to come, min Twyla?”

Gasping ragged breaths, she cranes her neck, those eyes as wide as a doe, ready for the slaughter. And then, she gives a soft shake of her head.

“Slem pike, kjaere. Slem pike,” I say playfully because I don’t blame her. So, I have mercy upon her.

Without another word, I gather up my beautiful wife, hoist her over my shoulder to keep the candy cane fixed in her little ass, and carry her down the stairs to the main lobby.

“Have you heard of frosted fruit decor, kjaere?” I ask while rubbing her sweet bottom.

“K-am-pushh,” she says my name, muffled from the gag.

Chuckling, I place her on the floor, facing the massive snow globe. “Fruits, such as pears, apples, and cherries, are dipped in glue, then rolled in salt for a sparkling frost effect. Well, min Twyla, you will be my frosted fruit tonight. My glittery, little pear. I’ve already taken the time to cover your exquisite form in glue…so to speak.” I reference the oil while dragging a single finger down her spine.

She turns to me, her brows lifted and eyes wide but also bright and shimmery. The first time I suspended Twyla in the gazebo and made her my little Christmas tree, I knew she was my one and only. Exhibitionism gets her off, of course, especially when it’s private exhibitionism meant for my eyes. But the idea of my beautifying her in any way pulses that heartbeat right into her cute, little cunny of a Christmas gift.

The corners of her mouth tug into an enthusiastic grin. She looks so fucking adorable standing there in nothing but those red ribbons with her nipples and pussy clamped, the curved edge of the candy cane rod sticking out of her ass, and her wetness glistening her thighs. I’ll apply another coat of oil just before I place her in the snow globe.