Page 69 of Christmas With The Kings
“Don’t hurt me,” I whimpered.
“Silly little girl. I’m the Hunter. It’s all I know how to do.”
Tears formed in my eyes as I bucked wildly under him. My breath hitched when his tongue licked up my cheek, collecting the tears slipping from the corners.
“Is this dirty little whore scared?” he asked with a chuckle.
A small part of me truly was. The impact as he tackled me wasn’t gentle. He was straddling the line between true beast and an in controlled Dom. And the fact that the beautiful hue of aqua was lost behind his dilated pupils didn’t escape my notice.
His thick cock pressed against my stomach, and my chest rose and fell rapidly. I twisted hard beneath him, my instincts taking over before reason could catch up. The weight of him, the sound of his breathing, the pulse in my ears—everything screamedfight.
My knees came up, my shoulder jerked, but he was stronger than me. His thighs locked around my body, holding me in place. Panic consumed me as he pressed his forearm against my throat.
My safeword was on the tip of my tongue. Part of my brain was struggling between fantasy and reality.
“Easy,” he murmured, his voice softer now, breath stirring against my cheek. His arm eased off my throat as his hand came up, finding my face. “Look at me.”
His fingers brushed my jaw. My breath hitched. The world narrowed to the feel of his touch and the sound of his voice. And in that action, he ground me in the chaos.
The fight bled out of me, the rush still pounding in my veins, my body caught between resistance and the steady gravity of his control. He let me recalibrate.
“Better,” he hummed after a minute passed.
I nodded, and the minute my lips parted to say the words, ‘yes, sir’ he slipped right back into his role.
“Good, because I asked you a god damn question. Do you need me to repeat it? Were you lost in la la land—fantasizing about how I’m going to tear you in half? Because I absolutely am.”
His fingers, which had been softly touching my face, gripped my cheeks, this time hard. With his thumb pressing in on one side, the remaining fingers matched the grip on the other, he forced my mouth open.
Shock coursed through me as he spit. His saliva mixed and pooled with my own.
Holy hell, he was taking this to a whole new level.
Before I could collect my thoughts, he spoke. “Swallow.”
I complied, and more tears leaked from my eyes. Humiliation at how turned on I was, licked through my entire body. Then he shifted, his knee rising as he put his foot on the ground. With one hand holding my wrists, he used his other to pull his blade. He shifted and slid it across my cheek.
“I’d advise you to remain still. I would so hate to nick you.”
My breath hitched as I watched him lower the knife. A shear ripping sound filled my ears. Like a well-trained surgeon, he cut through the cute Mrs. Claus dress, exposing me to the elements. I gasped in fear as the sharpened point skated across my skin. One thing was for sure; my beast knew how to use a blade.
The cold night air instantly danced across my exposed skin, and my nipples pebbled. He hummed as he tore a piece of the dress into another long strip like the blindfold and secured my wrists. Then, the cold steel of his blade was laid across my throat.
The caress of it was both frightening and exciting. He leaned down and kissed me, covering my mouth with his and sucking on my tongue. He pinched my nipples, twisting them brutally. His mouth kissed along the same path before consuming mine again.
I couldn’t breathe. A shudder ran through me as I moaned into his mouth. Then the knife was circling my nipples, making them harder, if that was possible. I whimpered when I felt the stinging bite of the nipple clamps being put into place.
Where had they come from?
I was so lost in the haze of whatever this was that I’d failed to see him unzip his backpack and pull them out.
What else was in there?
Before I could even imagine what might await me, he was tightening the clamps. I cried out as he leaned down and flicked the sensitive buds with his tongue. A crude moan left my lips when he pulled back and drug the blade across my breasts.
I anticipated the sting of a cut, and relief washed over me when I felt him place a tiny one on the top left globe. My hips bucked up, and he shifted, shoving his thigh between them. The toy was still in its torturous position.
“Fuck my leg, you dirty little whore.”
