CHAPTER 15

HIS HAND DRAWS across my stomach, the claws barely touching my bare skin. I gulp all the same.

The chains rattle and he pauses. “We don’t have to do this. You don’t have to do this.”

Unable to see him, I stare up. Metal links glint in the roaring firelight. I hold my breath and pull. Pain shoots through my arms, and I nearly whimper.

It’s all in my stupid head. I need to do this. I need to get over it and treat that man the way he treated me—like a footnote. As nothing more than a used Kleenex. Covered in dog shit. Flushed down a toilet.

“Keep going,” I pant through gritted teeth.

A low growl is his response. Not the kind to make my thighs clench if they could. This one sounds exasperated like he wants to cut me free and take me to bed. That would defeat the purpose of this.

I have to see it through.

I will.

“Very well. But if you so much as breathe—”

“Mistletoe,” I repeat the safe word he insisted on before even measuring out the chains. “I know.”

A hand takes my chin, lifting my head. I can nearly make out the shadow behind me. His face is shrouded in the hood, but the eyes burn like twin coals. “Do you think I’m enjoying this?” he thunders.

Ignoring the spikes shooting up my arms and calves I curve my ass back. His cock rests against my bare skin and I smile. “Feels like you do.”

That growl means he wants to fuck me.

Krampus releases my chin and lets go of me. “Very well.” I follow the clop of his hooves as he puts out every light except for the fire.

I’m alone in the near darkness with only my shadow for company. This isn’t so bad. He’s been more careful in chaining me up. I don’t know how, but there’s almost no pressure on my shoulders and wrists. The leather cuffs lined with wool padding are probably helping.

I can do this. Just think about how great his hands feel. His cock pulling me apart. That gold hoop…

His tongue…

A creak jerks me out of my horny thoughts. I don’t mean to thrash, but the chains catch and a soft hiss slips out. The noise stops.

He’s going to ask again.

I’m safe. I’m in the hands of a man with hooves, and horns, and red eyes. And I trust him a million times over the rich douchebag. It’s okay. I can do this.

I’m not going to die. I want this.

I want him.

My labored breathing starts to slow. Closing my eyes, I tip my head back and count to ten.

One, two…

I’m safe.

Three, four…

I won’t die.

Five, six, seven…

He didn’t drug me.

Eight, nine…

I want this.

Ten.

I need him.

Hooves strike the floor and I freeze. One part is an incomprehensible fear trapping me inside a nightmare of my doing. The other is an aching throb tearing through my whole body. I can smell him, his musk so vibrant it dances in my nose. If I close my eyes, I swear the scent of pine and a crackling yule log draws closer.

Watching the floor, a large shadow creeps across mine. It grows longer, horns rising from the head. I flex upward, trying to ignore the pain pulsating up my arms. The presence behind me darkens, like a silhouette coming into focus. First, a chill, then an inescapable heat climbs up my bare skin.

I tremble, causing the fur pompoms on my panties to knock into my thighs. He’s right there, watching. Waiting to stop this.

He’s right there, aching to take me.

My nostrils flare. My jaw clenches like I’m swallowing a scream. Then, he touches me.

A hand glides around my waist. With just the pads of his fingers, he traces over my bare skin until coming to a stop dead center. I’m back in that terrifying room, fighting to not scream at the monster holding me.

Let me go. Let me go. Let me…

He pulls me back, my ass curving up his hard cock. A moan of pleasure tickles the back of my ear, and I return it.

Hold me. Take me.

Fuck me.

Teeth nibble down the side of my throat on a path for my shoulder. Then the hand pressing me to his cock rolls up to my breast. Unlike the first night, he doesn’t play coy and takes the whole thing in his palm. Groaning, I grind back on him. The velvet panties ride up his shaft and he grunts.

Roving his hand over my breast, he places his other hand on my hip. Pinning his cock between my asscheeks, he moans in my ear, “Let me have you.”

I start to nod, but he palms the underside of my jaw and pins my head back. An animal’s sniff runs up the side of my throat, and the groan scatters back my hair. I moan. Then he adds his tongue.

“Please.” He keeps pleading as he sucks and nips his way down my throat to my shoulder. “You’re so beautiful.”

Teeth nip the nape of my neck and I gasp.

“Please. I must…” He continues kissing his way to the other side until reaching the hollow of my ear. “Let me fuck you how you deserve, Amaya.”

Yes. Yes!

I want to scream it at him. Tell him to tear off my clothes and ram his cock inside of me. But my tongue’s held by panic infesting my brain. His fingers start to slip, his chest sliding away. I gulp, scrunching my eyes tight to get my mouth to obey.

Then his cock vanishes from my ass.

“Do me,” falls from my lips.

He pauses, one hand on my stomach, another resting across my shoulder. “What was that?”

“I need you to fuck me now!” I shriek at the top of my lungs.

Claws slice down the middle of my bra, tearing the red velvet in half. Fake white fur goes flying as he cups both of my breasts in his palms while thrusting against my back. “Yes. Please. Don’t hold back,” he moans, sucking hard on my neck.

Fuck, he drags the tips of his claws under my breasts, then tugs on my nipples. I whimper and open my mouth to praise him. “I’m scared.”

Why did I say that?

Because you are.

His hungry touch fades and I shake my head, fighting for sense. I’m not scared of him. No. I want him. I love him.

Of course.

“I’m scared you’ll stop!” I cry out. That all of this torture I’m putting myself through will be for nothing, and I’ll have to do it again. “Take me, claim me. Turn me into fire so this night burns away my pain!”

“I will,” he vows and lets go.

Flailing in the chains, I whimper and try to look back. Hard, thin reeds strike my covered ass. The shock sends me flying forward more than the hit. Only the thinnest sting evaporates off of my skin, but my heart pounds in my chest.

Hooves skitter behind me, then the shadow draped past my body tightens. “Have you been a good girl this year?” the monster demands.

I open my mouth to answer. Swat!

Reeds strike my ass—pop, pop. A third slams into the top and a wicker branch slaps my bare skin. The pain is fresh and fast, harder than any bite.

“No!” I shriek, losing myself in the rising sting. The shadow pauses, his torture device at the ready to deliver another blow. I gulp in air, sinking into myself. The swat over my skin’s already vanishing, but a flicker spreads down my thighs.

Straining, I try to peer over my shoulder. I only catch a hint of his horn peeking from the hood. “I’ve been so naughty,” I tease and stick out my ass.

Steam snorts from the shadows and he swings. Hard and quick, one after the other. They all cause me to gasp, but none light the flicker like before. I need to feel this in my bones, to wake at night thinking only of his hands on my body and no one else’s.

A twisted laugh falls from my lips as he steps back. Sweat drips down my forehead. Despite his best efforts, my arms begin to ache. Still, I glance back. A red eye beams at me.

“Is that all you’ve got?”

Oh, fuck. That growl pours napalm through my veins until I’m dripping down my thighs. He grabs the panties so fast, his claws nick my ass. Instead of yelping in pain, pleasure seizes my body.

The little flame grows hotter.

He doesn’t tear them away cleanly. The entire bottom rips off of the waistband, leaving a little belt of white fur hanging off my hips. The second cold air strikes my bare ass, he cups both cheeks in his hands. Teeth nip at the top of my spine, his moans rattling me in place.

“Naughty girls must be punished,” he declares.

Slap! His bare hand strikes my right butt cheek.

Moaning, I toss my head back, never expecting a hand to curl under my jaw. He traces his claw up behind the hollow of my ear and guides me to his lips. “Are you going to take it like a good girl?”

Another slap, harder than before hits over top of the first.

I’m shocked to find I’m panting. The fire’s burning bright, its flames licking up to my ribs. The tops of my thighs glide apart as my arousal drenches them. It’s pleasure, it’s pain.

It’s perfect.

“I don’t know,” I taunt, swinging my burning ass into his open palm. “Can you keep it up long enough to teach me a lesson?”

A deep snarl echoes down my ear. I brace for another slap of his hand.

A fistful of reeds strike my whole ass. My vision whitens. I swear, the skin’s split open. Liquid fire’s dripping through the wounds. I’m…

He strikes again hitting the other side. My ass blisters from his hits. Has he scarred me? Are those welts permanent?

Why does that sound so fucking hot?

“Have you learned, yet, naughty girl?” Krampus taunts. When I don’t answer, he strikes again. Over and over, relentlessly pulling the fire from my body like venom from a wound.

The fire’s reached my throat. I fight for air, struggling to swallow. My legs give out and I slump in the chains. I can’t feel my body because it’s nothing but flames.

A hit! The underside of my ass and thigh burns. My jaw drops and I scream. Tears plunge down my cheeks. When one touches his thumb, he pulls back.

“Amaya?”

No. Don’t stop.

“Are you okay? Do you need a break?” The god of punishment is fretting over me. I don’t care that half my body is a bruise, that I won’t be able to sit for days.

I need the fire. I need the altar. I need my king.

The chains jangle and I shake out of my floating hallucination to find him undoing the latch. “Don’t you fucking dare,” growls from my throat.

Krampus freezes. “You need—”

“What I need is for you to shove that fat cock of yours inside my cunt. Over and over until I’m so raw I can’t scream your name.”

The jingling of sleigh bells answers my desperate demand.

Krampus draws his nose up the side of my throat, then he bites down. Hands clamp onto my breasts, kneading them like cookie dough. He presses the tips of his claws into my skin until I gasp, then fur slips between my thighs.

“I will fuck you,” he swears and bites my ear. “It will hurt.”

“Ah!” Pain flares through my ass. He rubs his whole crotch against my throbbing backside. Instead of backing off, the wild Krampus growls.

“And you will love every fucking second.”

His thighs push on my knees, shoving my legs even farther apart than the chains have spread them. Just as I try to catch my balance, he thrusts his cock in. I have no time to prepare. All I know is the pressure bursting through me, plying me apart until my entire world is wrapped around him.

“Yes!” I cry out and try to jerk back onto him. I can’t.

He has all the control—over my pleasure and my pain.

The flames burn hotter than ever before.

Pinching my nipple, Krampus works his way to nearly his hilt in one long thrust. I groan, bleating out for him even as he fucks me. I’m the lost lamb hoping for the wolf to save her.

Claws scrape down my chest. Fire dribbles from each tip as he traces his way down my cleavage to my hip, then thigh. Grinding his pad into it, he fucks faster. That gold hoop rides through me like a sparking wheel of pleasure.

“You like it, don’t you?” he asks, clenching onto my thigh.

If he means his hand, yes. If he means his cock, fuck yes.

“That piercing of mine. You can’t stop staring at it, sucking on it, begging for it.” His finger slips off of my thigh right for my clit.

I moan at the touch and the words bounding in my brain. Yes, I love that fucking hoop. I love the way his eyes roll back when I finger it. How he drops to his knees if I run my tongue up it.

“What if I give you one…” He presses the tip of his claw right to my clit as if he’s about to poke through. “Right here?”

My body shakes, the idea terrifying. But those flames consume my throat and tickle my lips. Yes. Anything you want.

“A little hoop like mine, so I can clip a chain to it and bring you to your knees with a single tug.”

Fuck!

His wet tongue licks up my whole throat. I part my lips to moan when his cock slips out. Panicking at the loss, I whimper and thrust back. Then cool metal rolls up my clit.

Krampus rocks his cock up and down my clit, slathering me in my own arousal. All the while he keeps whispering in my ear about how naughty I am. And everything he wants to do to my naughty ass.

“Fuck! I’m so close!” Words somehow make it through the flames.

His cock slips away from my clit, but it doesn’t matter. The fire’s reached my brain and toes. I’m blazing hotter than the sun.

“Yes! Krampus, yes!”

He thrusts as hard as he can, spearing me to his hilt. One hand takes my breast and the other wraps around my ponytail. With that for leverage, he tugs me back, altering the angle. Biting my ear, he snarls, “You are mine.”

The next buck rams his hoop into my G-spot. It punches so hard that my vision goes white and my stomach leaps into my throat.

“Say it,” he orders, and jerks again.

“I…” I can’t talk. I can’t even breathe. The fire’s taken everything. All I can see is the white of the snow, smell the sweat on his fur, and hear the cascade of sleigh bells. My mind’s wrapped in tissue paper while my body burns with pleasure. It’s everything I could want.

“Say.” He holds my jaw. “It.”

With a voice gouged from fire, I scream, “I’m yours!” The orgasm slams me to the floor. Life’s pains flood back with a snap. I gasp in oxygen, my eyes burning from the bright candlelight. My ears flood with the wet slaps of his cock piercing through me and the heavy grunts as he hangs on for one more thrust.

Oh, fuck. And my ass aches more than it ever has before.

“Krampus…” I moan, my body little more than a puff of smoke.

He grunts deeper. The chains jangle in time with the sleigh bells. I nearly yelp as my ass lands on his thighs, the muscles wrought iron even under the fur.

As he pulls me tight, I find my voice.“Say it.”

A deep, soul-quaking roar bursts from his lungs. I rock so hard forward with his climax, it nearly tears me out of the chains. As we swing back together, he hangs onto me for dear life.

“Say it.”

Warm hands curl under my bare breasts. His lips nuzzle the nape of my neck and his beard tickles down my spine. Panting with every release squirting into me, he declares, “I’m yours.”