21. “Do you trust me with your pleasure?”

Chapter 21

“Do you trust me with your pleasure?”

TWYLA

O nce he finally pulls out, I lurch from all the white fluids that gush out of me, streaming down my thighs and leaving a white well on the floor.

“Mmm,” my husband growls and sets me down right in the middle of the puddle. As he grips my hair, fisting the curls, my breath catches in my chest from him lowering to look me in the eye and say, “Is my dirty, little girl going to get on her hands and knees and drink her eggnog while I make her ripe rumpa as red as holy berries?”

I gulp. But when he tilts his head, pupils dilating and brows lowering with a warning, I nod frantically before dropping to my knees, nearly sliding in the well. Before I hardly realize, I’ve leaned over so far, my tits swing into the eggnog cum, and I poke my tongue out and sweep it into the cum puddle, groaning with approval that it still tastes as sweet and rich and creamy as I love. Only a hint of tartness from my fluids, but Krampus’s naturally dominate.

Like the greedy slut I am, I lap up the cum.

Crack! I do lurch this time from the burning sting lashing my bottom. My pussy clenches on air from Krampus swinging those birch branches in the exact way that targets the candy cane rod still shoved up my ass. I wiggle, rolling my hips back to shake my backside at him.

“Such a skitten jente. My dirty girl. But tonight, you’ll be filthy!” He thwacks the branches again, and soon enough, I’m thrusting my ass in the air, welcoming the snapping heat of his punishment, the perfect way he sears my skin to a fireplace flaming red without breaking it.

He drops the birch branches at the same time that he yanks out the candy cane. “Oh!” I yelp, losing my balance and slipping into the eggnog.

Krampus turns me over, so my back is in the mess. But the warm fluid feels so good against my burning bottom. I open my mouth, but nothing comes out.

A silent scream tears through my mind as he scoops up his magical, eggnog cum and rubs it all over my dark hole, stretched for him. He does the same with his cock, all over the organ. That beast of a cock that is still hard and throbbing with all those ridges—ones I know I will feel to the very base.

“You’re going to look at me while I fuck your sweet rumpa for the first time, min Twyla,” he directs me with that low, seductive growl that shoots straight for my clit. The second I tense, bracing myself, Krampus slaps the side of my breasts, knocking them together roughly. “Relax all your muscles, my lille stjerne. I’m going to make you shine so fucking bright for me!”

And with that, the Malevolent Monster and Ruler of Yuletide plunges his crown into my dark hole, stretching my anus and ripping a scream from my throat.

“Too much! It’s too much!” I cry, my muscles trying to expel him as frantic gasps escape my throat.

He pauses with his cock barely inside. Not even the crown has managed to thrust all the way in.

“Twyla…” he says in a velvet husk, summoning my eyes. His eyes lock with mine, and he continues, “You are stronger than you know. Do you trust me with your pleasure?”

I think of our whole year together and everything he’s done for me. Hel, save me, I think of the past 24 hours and how he’s brought me to climax—harder, deeper, stronger every time. I think of all the hours upon hours adding up to weeks of butt training.

Most of all, I think of my…King, my ruler dom fucking me boneless but taking such care of me every time—how I’ve given him supremacy over my body.

Loosing more breaths with hot tears burning my eyes, I slowly muster a nod.

“Hmm…” he grunts and reaches down to cup my breast, curling the pad of his thumb around my nipple, stirring my needy clit more. My center squeezes around emptiness, the gaping snatch in me the shape of his cock. I need…more, friction and fulfillment.

“Your nod is weak. Tell me what you want, sweet girl.”

“I want you to keep going.”

I narrow my eyes on his, but Krampus gives me that shit-eating grin of his and tweaks my hard holly-berry, red bud, then the other. “Not good enough, kjaere. Tell me what you want!”

“Oh, for Hel’s sake, fuck my ass, Krampus!” I shriek, writhing my hips from side to side with my slutty pussy practically spurting more. “Please, just do it already. Punish me. Pound me. Just fuck my ass already!”

“Well, if my Queen insists…”

He slides that crown into me. Inch by inch by inch until the head pops through my anus. I scream and scream from the pressure. Pressure I’m convinced can rival the precursor to a volcanic eruption!