Page 97 of One
“They know better,” I said, as he chuckled, shaking my hand.
He held onto my hand for a second longer than necessary and I laughed as King moved forward about to yank me back as Saint let go of me.
“Down, Killer,” I said, patting his stomach. “It seems even being a contract killer doesn’t help much.”
“So much hostility,” Saint ticked. “I assumed the contract in Russia would have quenched your bloodthirst.”
“Nothing quenches the thirst,” Boogie sneered.
I grinned, grateful that they hadn’t completely walked away from Halloween Town. The triplets still contracted them for a few things, and if I was lucky I got to go with them, like killing a Russian Prince two weeks ago.
“I made the mistake of appreciating your looks and now it seems they haven’t forgotten that,” I chuckled. “Come on, I have a few new gifts for Christmas in July.”
“Ah, that makes sense,” he said, smirking as he walked with me.
I walked away from my feral men, loving their jealousy, even if I told them I hated it.
“You’ll pay for that, Doll,” King whispered as I walked away.
“It better be good,” I purred.
“You ready to apologize?”A paddle hit my ass again as I squirmed.
I was tied up, blindfolded and on the edge of an orgasm, but I still had the picture of them in Santa outfits burned in my brain. They chased me in the woods in the lingerie I was supposed to wear on Christmas Eve with red tennis shoes and they had redsuits on. King had his skull makeup on and Boogie opted for a half burlap mask so I could still see his eyes. Thankfully the mountains were cool at night, but the red suits opened, showing me their bodies and Santa hats; fuck my life.
“I didn't do anything wrong,” I panted, pulling at the tinsel garland that was holding me still.
“You had to mention he was good-looking,” Boogie growled.
“That was seven months ago, asshole,” I snapped, as the plug in my ass started to vibrate. “You can’t punish me for shit… I said…”
I moaned as one of them entered me. They fucked me slow, building me up, and just until I was at the cusp of my orgasm, everything stopped.
“Goddammit!” I screeched, ready to throw a tantrum. “Just fuck me al?—”
I was lifted and deposited on a lap, right on one of their cocks and I moaned, rolling my hips as they fucked into me. The plug vibrated on the highest setting and my orgasm rammed into me as the plug was pulled out of me. A cock replaced the plug and their small mercy was fucking me slowly. Whoever was behind me fucking my ass held me by my restraints, using it as leverage. It made my arm ache more, the pain intensifying my pleasure. The blindfold was taken off slowly and I kept my eyes closed to savor the feel of my heightened senses for just a little more.
“Open your eyes, Little One,” Boogie groaned.
I moaned as they started to move in me, one thrust in and one pulling out. They played my body like they would an instrument. They knew each note by heart, playing me, and building each note until the fucking crescendo was at its peak.
“Yes!” I screamed, wishing I could touch them.
I noticed he still had his Santa hat on and nothing else. My stomach clenched at the sight, and I try to look over at King who still has his open jacket on, showing his chiseled body.
Was this a Daddy kink or a Santa kink or were they the same thing?
The sight of them and the brush of Boogie’s fingers over my clit set me off. I groaned loudly as I rode the wave of my orgasm. My limbs shook as they chased their release, using my body until they shouted together.
“Fuck, that was too good,” Boogie moaned, thrusting up into me one more time, as King slowly pulled out of me.
“You always do so well, Doll.” King kissed my shoulder, and untied the garland, releasing my arms.
I moaned as the blood came rushing back, and it almost felt orgasmic.
“I’ve had lots and lots of practice,” I mumbled, leaning on Boogie's chest as he wrapped his arms around me.
King kissed my back before leaving the bed. I sighed as my eyes fluttered closed. The last seven months had been rough in the beginning, when all I kept worrying about was when they would fuck me over again. So, we fought, yelled, and threatened each other. Then we had explosive sex, a little more on the physical side, but I needed to get it out of my system and after that I felt better.
