Epilogue

EPILOGUE

LUCIAN

The following year

T he snow fell in thick, silent flakes blanketing the mountains and ground that surrounded my home in a pristine white.

Through the wide windows of my home in the Alps, the world outside looked untouched. Beautiful. But not as gorgeous as the woman I now called my wife.

Sophia sat on the loveseat in front of the fire, a blanket wrapped around her shoulders and a glass of mulled wine cradled in her hands while she stared at the flames. She looked so at peace with the firelight dancing along her features and her guard completely lowered.

She was my everything.

The very sight of her filled me with such a sense of completion that it wasn't anything I could ever put into words.

She was mine. Entirely.

And every night, I made sure she knew it.

I made my way into our bedroom, grabbed the Krampus mask in one hand and a string of white, holiday lights in the other, and went back to my wife.

The soft sound of the fire crackling filled the great room, and for just a second, I stood there and watched her. She brought the thick throw closer to her chest and snuggled down deeper into the chair.

“Still cold?” I asked, my voice soft as I made my way toward her.

Sophia looked up, her gaze locking onto mine, her lips curving into a smile. It was the sweet kind of sight that told me she was on to me, even though I kept my hands—and the items I held—hidden behind my back.

She was perceptive and almost always knew when I was up to something.

“I’m okay,” she murmured, taking a slow sip of her wine. “But I could use some heating up if you have any ideas on how to make that happen?”

I looked at her left hand, the big diamond ring catching the firelight. The longer I stayed silent the more the tension between us thickened. I brought my hands out from behind my back and held up the mask, letting the lights dangle from my fingers. “I think I have a few ideas of how to help you out.” I slowly smiled.

Her breath caught, and I could see the way her pulse quickened at her throat. Gradually, deliberately, she set her glass down and rose from the chair, letting the blanket fall to the floor.

“Come closer, baby girl.”

Her smile turned wicked but submissive, and when she spoke, her voice was soft yet brimming with intent. “God, you’re so hot when you’re in dominant mode.”

That simple admission sent a rush of heat through me, and it was dark and deeply rooted. I dropped the lights onto the chair beside me and reached for her, pulling Sophia against my chest, my hold on her purely possessive.

She tilted her head and brushed her lips against mine. It was the faintest of touches, and when she whispered, “What do you want with me, Daddy?” the breath was sucked from my very lungs.

The fire crackled beside us as I gave her one deep, thorough kiss, then pulled away to slip the mask over my face. I wanted her to remember—to take within herself—the darkness and total consumption we shared.

Her breaths came harder and faster as she stared into my glowing red eyes, and when she gripped my shirt, pulling me closer, I vowed I was going to make her mine… again.

From the moment I met Sophia, I knew she was special. I knew I would never want anyone but her.

There was no turning back for either of us. We were bound together. Forever.

I stepped back, the holiday lights still in my hand, taking a seat on the loveseat and relaxed against the cushion, spreading my legs slightly so she had room to do what I wanted.

“Be a good girl and get undressed for me,” I said, my voice muffled by the mask. “And then come sit on my lap.” I patted my thigh, smiling beneath the mask even though she couldn't see me. She swayed as if dizzied from my words.

She moved closer, doing what I said.

She knew who and what I was and how deep and depraved my desires went. Yet, my good little girl acted shy every single time. I laughed gruffly, a chuckle that had Sophia clenching her thighs together.

She licked her lips, not speaking but neither of us needed to say a damn word.

When she was naked and right in front of me, I snapped my hand out and curled it roughly around her waist, digging my fingers into her flesh until I knew it’d leave marks.

She gasped at the force with which I held her, and her eyes seemed to close without her consent. She seemed almost intoxicated as she rocked on her feet, and I pulled her so that she lost her balance and fell onto my lap. When I positioned her the way I wanted, she was left sitting on my lap sideways, with her legs thrown over the arm of the chair and her nude body on full display for me.

Sophia’s bare skin was so warm against me that I knew she needed no more help heating up, even as her body trembled ever-so-slightly as the firelight flickered across the room. There was no doubt it was from anticipation rather than being chilled. I just stared at her for long seconds, mesmerized and transfixed by the sight of her.

The Krampus mask rested heavily over my face, its horns casting long shadows up the walls. Even though the mask was extensively embellished right down to battery-powered tiny red bulbs along the inside of the eye holes to make them glow, I could see every detail of her to perfection.

I traced my fingers along her arm, and she shivered in response, her body betraying her eagerness.

“You trust me, don’t you?” I asked, my breath hot inside the mask.

Her gaze met mine, and she nodded instantly. “Of course,” she whispered. “Always, Lucian… Krampus.”

Beside me, the string of holiday lights lay waiting to be put to use. I picked them up slowly, purposefully, wanting her to see what my intentions were. Her breath hitched as I wound the lights around her.

I started by securing her wrists, and I was slow and gentle with the lights, not making them too tight but keeping them snug enough she knew I didn’t want her to go anywhere. Then, I wound them across her chest and down her thighs, her body never leaving my lap, where she still sprawled across me.

I took my time with the rest as I finished the task at hand before leaning to the side and plugging them into the wall, near where her feet were now tied up in green wire and clear bulbs.

“Look at how you glow for me, darling,” I murmured when the strand lit up, my voice thick with something primal, dark, and possessive.

She didn’t resist—she never did. And that's why she was such a good girl for Krampus.

She lay still, her body pliant under my touch because she trusted me completely.

I leaned back slightly, taking in the sight of her. The contrast of her pale skin, so soft and smelling of peaches and honey, was stark against the dark-green wire and the bright glow of the white holiday lights highlighting it all. She was nothing short of mesmerizing and breathtaking.

She was a gift all wrapped up for me to open and play with.

“Are you ready, Sophia?” I asked as I brushed my fingers against her bare thigh.

I admired the way the lights cast a warm glow over her curves, and while I stared into her wide, excitement-filled eyes, I felt my cock jerk and throb as I grew painfully hard.

“Beautiful,” I whispered, leaning closer so the sharp edges of the mask hovered near her ear. “You were made for me, Sophia. Only for me.”

Her breath caught, and she moaned. Christ , she was so fucking hot all lit up and bound, ready to submit to me wholly.

I moved my hand up and down the top of her thigh, stroking my fingers along her silky-smooth skin until goose bumps covered her flesh. I was breathing too hard. Too fast. I was only tethered to this world because of her.

I wanted her so on edge, so off-balance, that she needed me in order to stay anchored. And so I unplugged the lights and stood with her cradled in my arms before moving toward our big picture window that overlooked the falling snow that had smothered the land.

Once she was on her feet, I adjusted the lights still binding her, just giving them enough slack on her lower half so I could pull her legs apart and pop her ass out.

Then I leaned back and looked at her slit , all open and primed for me.

She was soaked, her waxed cunt glistening with her arousal for me. She was so pink and swollen that my mouth watered for a taste of that sweet cunt.

I pushed my sweats down and freed my engorged, throbbing cock, taking that beast in my hand and squeezing it from root to tip. Her thighs were glossy, and I slid the hand not currently wrapped around my aching dick between her legs to stroke her slit. Sophia trembled from my light touch, and I knew she was already on the verge of coming.

“I want to see how pink this pussy can get.”

“Lucian—”

I cut off her words as I brought my hand up fast against her cunt, slapping the tender flesh until she cried out and rose on her toes. The lights restricted her movements slightly. But it didn't matter because she couldn’t get away from me.

“Oh… that hurt?—”

I brought my hand down on her cunt again, stopping her from speaking.

She arched her back, closed her eyes, and moaned out long and loud. “God, that feels good,” she whisper-moaned.

I let go of my dick, and the motion of me spanking her pussy again had the fucker leaking and bouncing between us. When I stepped closer, the tip of my cock pressed to her thigh, my pre-cum smearing all over her flesh like a brand, a mark.

I spanked her between the thighs a handful of times more… until she was sobbing for me to do it again and again… until her tears slid down her cheeks… and until she finally begged for my dick. Only then did I rub her clit, plucking the bundle of sensitive nerves between my thumb and forefinger.

My dick was too hard, my need for her too strong. I had her in my arms a second later and strode into our bedroom. I tossed her unceremoniously onto the mattress, untangled her from the lights, and adjusted her so her chest was flat on the bed, her knees on the edge, and her ass raised into the air.

She moaned and spread her legs impossibly wider, showing me her drenched pussy and causing a growl to be pulled from the center of my chest. My inner, primal animal was too potent right then that I couldn’t stop my next actions.

I leaned down and sank my teeth into her right ass cheek, biting hard enough I knew there’d be bruises tomorrow on her delicate flesh.

I licked the wound before doing the same thing to the left side, loving that she cried out and told me it hurt but lifted her ass for more. I licked my way along the length of her spine and pushed the hair off her nape before latching my teeth onto that soft, smooth skin.

And then I bit the side of her throat as she thrust her perfect ass against me, grinding her pussy on my cock, and getting the length juicy from her arousal.

I moved back down and got on my haunches, spread her cheeks apart, and feasted on her cunt. I licked and sucked, my face wet from her juices, her moans filling my ears. I sucked her clit into my mouth in hard pulls that elicited jerky movements from her. Her body trembled, her orgasm right at the surface.

I stood, straightened, and reached between us to grab my cock, notched the head at her entrance, and in one hard thrust, I pushed every bit of my dick into her tight cunt. She moaned, and I curled one hand around her hair, yanking her head back so I had leverage to fuck her.

A harsh snarl left me as I pulled out and slammed back in. Over and over, I did this, thrusting hard and rough.

“Lucian!” she cried out my name, and fuck, did it sound good. Her breath hitched when I thrust my hips forward, burying myself even deeper into her. “Tell me I’m your good girl.”

I hummed in approval and spanked her ass, watched the flesh jiggle, then positioned my hands back on her hips and fucked the hell out of her.

“You’re doing so well, my perfect little whore. Taking all my cock even though I’m big and know it hurts this little pussy so badly.” I felt her pussy clamp down on me and groaned at how good that felt. I was throwing my hips back and forth so hard and fast that the only things keeping her stable were my hands on her waist. “Come for me, sweetheart.”

My pants were rough behind the mask, but I liked the discomfort coming from the fact that I couldn’t breathe easily. It made my pleasure even more intense.

She cried out as she did exactly like I asked and came for me, and I followed right behind, slamming into her twice more until I stilled and pumped my seemingly endless load deep into her body, filling up her womb.

I hoped like hell she got pregnant from this.

When my balls drained, her cunt full of the thick, white ropes of my cum, I collapsed over her, my hands on either side of her body, caging her in as we both caught our breath. I ripped the mask off and let it fall from my grasp to the side of the bed.

Her pussy clenched and relaxed around my dick, and I rested my forehead on her shoulder as I groaned. With one more rough sound leaving me, I straightened and pulled out, but I watched closely as my dick left the tight fit of her pussy. The sight of my seed slipping out to trail down her inner thigh was always hot as fuck to witness.

I gave her ass a light smack and collapsed beside her on the bed, instantly pulling Sophia in close. My sweet girl curled against me.

“I want it all with you, bebbi . And I hope you still want everything with me, too.”

She tilted her head back and gave me that sweet smile. “You should already know the answer to that.”

I did. I placed a finger under her chin and leaned down to kiss the tip of her nose. Holding her close and feeling how slick her body was, how warm and perfect she felt, made my dick harden all over again.

I let her feel what she did to me, nudging my erection against her.

“You’re insatiable,” she whispered, but she was already moving to straddle me, guiding my cock into her cum-filled pussy.

“Only for you, baby. Now, be a good girl for Daddy Krampus and fuck me like you mean it.”

And, goddamn, did she do just that.

The End.