Page 41 of Bought By Santa

Finder’s keepers, and now that I’ve found her, and gotten a hint of her spirit, I want her to be the queen on my chessboard—myfucking chessboard. I don’t know why I’m feeling so strongly about her after so few days together. I obviously don’t really know her yet, but I know enough.

Every time I’ve challenged her, she’s more than risen to the occasion. That excites me, and it makes me want her around for longer. Tonight’s dinner with my dad and Arthur is the perfect time to show off my hellcat and see if she’s up for yet another challenge.

My thoughts are interrupted by a soft knock. I straighten up, schooling my features into an impassive mask as the door opens. Carolina steps into the room, and even in her simplicity, she devastates my senses. Her blonde hair cascades like molten gold over her shoulders, those blue eyes holding storms of their own.

“Nicklas?” Her voice is soft but carries an edge of steel. I admire her for it.

“Carolina.” I stand, moving closer. “There’s been a change of plans for tonight.”

“Oh?” She tilts her head, curiosity piqued.

“You’re going to be officially introduced to the family,” I say, watching her closely. “As mine.”

Her eyes widen slightly, but she doesn’t back down. “Yours,” she repeats, tasting the word, gauging its weight.“Yourwhat? Your breeder?” She cringes as she speaks the word, making me smile.

“Just mine,” I confirm, each syllable a hammer striking iron, forging the bond between us. “And Carolina, wear something… memorable.”

“Memorable how?” She challenges, her bratty demeanor rising to the bait.

“Something that screams you belong to no one else but me.” My gaze locks with hers, a silent promise that tonight, I’ll brand her soul with my touch.

“Umm…” She looks up at me, wringing her hands in front of her. “I don’t own anything like that to wear,” she admits, her voice soft.

That’s true, I know from being in her home that anything she owns is very… modest. “Go shower,” I chuckle, stepping forward so I can brush a tendril of her hair behind her ear. “I promise there’ll be something to choose between when you get out.”

She nods, a flicker of understanding passing between us.

“Oh, and Hellcat,” I call after her. She pauses, but doesn’t turn around to face me. Seeing her defy me at every possible turn, no matter how small, immediately has my cock waking up. “Don’t wear panties.”

“W-what?” she gasps, still not turning around, but I notice her shoulders tense.

“You heard me,” I growl. “No. Panties.”

Nodding again, she takes one more step away from me, and I’m tempted to let her go and watch on the security camera when she realizes the mistake she’s about to make. Since I don’t have time to play with her now, I call out her name again.

“You’re allowed to remove the plug while you shower.”

She doesn’t answer, doesn’t need to. And I’m content standing here, watching her walk away from me. My eyes are glued to the seductive sway of her hips, the way her ass moves with each step. I’m fucking hard again.

With a groan I turn around and reach for my phone on the desk, using it to text Marco so he can make sure the clothes for Carolina are brought into the bedroom.

During the week she was on her period, I bought a lot of clothes for her, including several dresses, anticipating her need for them. And just because I could, I had the tag removed from every single item. The clothes have been hanging on the rack in one of the spare rooms, but now it’s time to move them into our bedroom so my hellcat can start using them.

At my dad’s estate, I help Carolina out of her new coat, revealing the midnight blue dress that hugs her curves like it was sewn directly on her. It’s an exquisite blend of elegance and provocation; long enough to be formal, yet with a slit up the thigh that promises sin.

The absence of her panties beneath is our secret, one that makes my cock harden every time I think about it. Of course, I had to check she’d followed my order before we came here, butI left her on the brink of release, knowing the next orgasm I give her will be so much sweeter.

Taking her hand, I pull her toward the dining room we’re using tonight. It’s not the same as the one I sat in with Dad and Arthur eleven days ago. That one is for family only, and since Carolina isn’t family, yet, she’s not allowed in there.

If you ask me, there isn’t much difference in the rooms. It’s all about power, the subtle play my dad loves.

High ceilings with exposed wooden beams give the space a rustic edge, while sleek, modern finishes bring an air of sophistication. A long mahogany table stretches beneath a striking chandelier, its glass and metal design both bold and elegant. The walls, dark and slate-like, are punctuated by oversized windows that frame the night outside, and a massive stone fireplace at the far end crackles softly, its warmth filling the room.

The blend of cool stone floors and deep-hued rugs beneath my feet adds texture and color, while large abstract paintings bring a modern touch. The room feels both expansive and intimate, designed to awe and envelop at once. It’s a place where rustic meets modern in perfect harmony, every detail carefully chosen to impress.

Everyone is already seated; Dad at one end of the table, Arthur at the other. Ruby and her husband sit together with Jack on one side, the other empty, making it clear where we’re expected to sit.

While I lead us over to our seats, I quickly introduce everyone to Carolina, or, more accurately, point out who they are and state their names. When I get to Arthur, he raises an eyebrow after I’ve said his name, and I get it. No one but a Knight or a Hatt is allowed to know who he is, but fuck it. Those rules don’t count tonight. Why? Because I’ve fucking decided so.

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