Page 7 of Our Dark Winter Wish

I step closer and lower my head so I can see her face. She has a blissful little smile under the mess of her hair.

‘You good, Poppet?’

She giggles and nods before Archie smacks her backside.

‘Oh. She’s fan-fucking-tastic.’

‘He’s knotted in you again, hasn’t he?’

‘Yep,’ she grins.

I raise my brow as I look at Arch, grinning ear to ear, eating another chestnut.

‘Is that cock up her arse… stuck up her arse?’

Laughing, he nods.

‘And how long will your knot be blocking its exit?’

‘Ten minutes or so.’

He gives it a little wiggle, and she moans with a mixture of pleasure and pain.

I sweep her hair from her face and kneel beside her.

She kisses my palm as it passes her lips, and her eyes flutter closed.

Shaw slumps down on the lounge chair with a tired groan.

‘You find my caterpillars?’ Archie asks.

Shaw places the jar on the table.

‘Thanks, man.’

Arch finishes his snacks and finally eases himself and the wooden cock out of her. I lift her up and drape a blanket around her shoulders.

The girl is in a sex coma. Utterly lost to satisfaction and exhaustion. She really is a doll as I lift her and carry her to the chair, where I sit her in my arms by the fire.

She’s fast asleep.

‘How did it go?’ I ask Arch. ‘I felt some anxiety, so I’m guessing you said yes to her request.’

‘Like I’ve ever said no to her or ever will. I draped a loose belt around her throat and put my hand on her. That’s all.’ He takes a deep inhale. ‘And her heart rate went through the roof. I could smell fear seeping from her pores, and she let out this scared little whimper. So I didn’t keep it there long. It was just a gentle touch, but it had a big reaction. I didn’t want her to have a flashback, so I knotted, made her cum until she couldn’t see to distract her, and then ate some chestnuts.’

We all look at her in my arms.

‘She seems determined to overcome it,’ Archie says.

‘She doesn’t need to,’ I state firmly. ‘No one will choke, crush or cut her again.’

We all sit back, a silent acknowledgement that no statement has ever been truer.’

‘So. How are the gifts coming?’ Archie asks in a blatant attempt to change the subject. ‘I’m all done.’ His words drip with smugness.

‘I’m done,’ I shrug.

We both look at Shaw.

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