Chapter 5

5

Lunabelle

I run through the cavern, trying not to trip on any rocks. The adrenaline is taking control of my lungs, making it impossible to breathe. When I hear his giant footsteps pounding in the near distance, I pick up my pace. I’m not going to be enslaved to some Christmas-hating beast who’s never experienced the joy of the holiday but has formed his narrow minded opinion. It does not “breed spoiled brats.”

Finally, I’m out of the cave, but as soon as I see the giant mountain of snow before me, I realize I’m not out of the woods. I turn to the left, but it’s blocked by snow. The right is also blocked. There’s nowhere to go but through the icy white mountain. But before I can even attempt at digging my way through, an arm is wrapped around my stomach and I’m lifted from the ground, tossed over his shoulder, and hauled right back through the cavern and to my prison. The door closes behind us, and once again, I’m locked in with no chance of escape. Only, I now know how the door works now. His hand touched one of the crystals on the ceiling, not that I’d ever be able to reach the thing. But maybe there’s a ladder or a broom.

“Told you we were snowed in until spring. But your stubborn ears aren’t good at listening.”

And now, he’s going to insult me. “Your stubborn ass doesn’t understand that you can’t just keep elves against their will. Now, put me down and let me out.”

A smack lands down on my backside and I yelp from the shock of the stinging pain. “You’ll die of frostbite if you try to dig your way through.”

“I’ll take my chances. It’s better than living with a Christmas-hating brute.” Another slap lands down, and another yelp escapes my lips. “Quit spanking me.”

“No,” he growls, and another smack radiates through my backside. “Your stubborn ass needs to learn a lesson that everyone is entitled to their own opinion.” Another spank lands before I’m pulled from his shoulder and then bent over his lap. I struggle to get out from his hold, but it’s of no use. “And you need to learn what I’ll do if you ever try to run from me again.”

My flannel pants are suddenly shoved down my thighs and then my bare ass is being manhandled in the most wicked way. His huge palms are rubbing over my skin, squeezing my cheeks. “You’re a naughty little elf, and you’re going to take your punishment or else you’ll be in bigger trouble.”

He starts delivering hard little smacks and something twists inside my gut. The stinging sensations start to transform. The burn starts coursing through my veins, making my entire body spark to life. As each one lands down, I start to welcome it. I start to crave the dominance. Start to hunger for his control. My body is tingling with a need for more. And I’m absolutely soaked between my legs.

“My naughty little elf is taking her spanking so well.” His rasped whisper coasts over my ear and has me groaning as a shiver of lust rolls through my frame. I’m not sure what is happening, or what has come over me, but I don’t want it to stop. I’ve never felt so free. I’ve never felt so alive. So…turned on. “Am I to assume you crave the discipline, Little Red?”

“No.” I shake my head, trying to get my wits about me. I shouldn’t be taking any pleasure in his cruelty. I’m not supposed to like such harsh treatment. It’s wrong to want to be treated in such a crude way. It’s wrong to want the man who’s holding me prisoner to spank me harder and violate me anyway he sees fit.

“Liar,” his deep growl hits my ear as his palm lands right between my two cheeks, sending a different sensation shooting through my body. “I can smell your arousal.” Another slap hits between my legs, this time lower, and I’m struck with a rush of tingles. My stomach is tightening. Anticipation is crawling up my spine. There’s an intense feeling on the horizon. A knot of immense pleasure about to break, just like the sun at dawn. It’s so close I can almost grasp it. I can already feel the heat shining in.

“That’s it, Little Red. That’s my good little girl.” His words bring me back to coherence, making me aware that I’m squirming against him, rubbing myself on his thigh, trying to seek pressure against my privates. My leg is hitched, allowing him better access. And his hand…is now spanking right over my most intimate spot, making me soak my panties. Making me moan wildly as the desire tingles through my veins.

“Had the feeling you were perfect beyond your looks, but you’re exceeding my wildest dreams, Lunabelle.” Another slap lands down, and this time, his hand stays locked in place. His palm rubs over my entrance. His big fingers press between my folds, sliding over my soaked cotton, and I’m struck with a ray of pleasure. “You’re so wet for me. My naughty little elf has an eager cunt, longing to be dominated. Needing to be tamed.”

Oh Gods. His crude mouth is unraveling me. His filthy words… His hand… I’m barely holding on by a thread. When his finger slips under my panties and presses inside my body, the heat crests and the pleasure roars through me like thunder. Heat is shocking my senses like lightning bolts. And as he continues to pump inside my body, I feel as though I’m about to stroke out of consciousness.

“Kilgore!” His name is a violent scream upon my lips as he pushes his finger in deeper and pulls another wave of pleasure out, hitting me over and over with more and more shocks. My eyes are closed tight, my body giving itself over to the heat. A calmness starts to settle in. My mind is free of thought. And my nerves are unbridled with that ever-pressing tension that’s forever resting on my thoughts. It’s always been there throughout my entire life. I don’t know what causes it, but I’m never at ease.

“The taste of your innocence is near maddening.” His deep groan has my eyes snapping open, shocked by what I see. He’s sucking on his fingers, licking my arousal off like he’s licking an ice cream cone. His eyes are squeezed tight, and there’s a look of pure enjoyment etched in his features. When I see the smear of blood on his thick knuckle, the tension rushes back in. Reality hits like an avalanche. I just gave myself over to my captor. I just let a giant touch me. Spank me. I just let his big fingers take my virginity.

Oh Gods!

I push myself up, quickly scurrying from his lap. Trying to gain some semblance of strength.

“What’s the matter, Little Red? Does this bother you?” He licks across his knuckle, sliding it along his tongue slowly, giving me a lewd display. His groans growing louder. “It shouldn’t bother you. It’s no different than when I get my mouth between your legs and eat your little cunt.”

“Never!” I shake my head, the flutter in my stomach betraying me. “You are never to touch me again.”

He rises from the sofa, stalking forward, his eyes burning me down with their angered glare. “Do not raise your voice to me, Luna, or I will spank your little cunt with my fat cock. Now, it’s time for bed.”

I’d put up a fight about having to sleep next to the big brute, but I know exactly where that will get me. And the fact that the consequence I’d face has my body tingling again has me turning and stomping back to the bedroom. I may have been swayed by his wicked ways once, but I will never fall prey to them again.