Page 71 of Christmas With The Kings
“That’s it, little love. Let’s take it up a notch.” I pressed the button on the ring, dialing her up to a seven.
“Blade,” she screamed.
“By the time I’m through with you tonight, Alek and Nik will need rainchecks for their nights. Now be a good little whore for me and come,” I barked, shoving my fingers into her pussy.
Her lips parted, and she shattered. I hissed at the surge of power and dominance that coursed through me. I rained down several more blows, keeping them soft enough not to leave marks but enough for her to feel it tomorrow.
She rocked from side to side but maintained her form. Impressive for sure. She panted with each blow. I pulled back on her panties, causing the toy to tighten against her already overly sensitive clit. She hissed, and I pushed the app up another level. Instantly she yelped, coming for me again.
Each sound she made told a story. Fuck, her flushed skin and the glistening sheen of exertion covering every inch of her told one. I rested my hand on the curve of her backside for a moment, anchoring her there, letting her feel me steady and present.
“Check in with me,” I barked.
“Zelenyy,” she cried.Green.
My entire BDSM journey, the play partners I’d had—they couldn’t hold a candle to this. I’d never experienced anything even close to it. This was what it meant to be trusted. To be needed in a way no one else could reach. She was mine to care for, to push, to ruin beautifully. And nothing would do but to take the lead and give her what she needed.
Knowing she was still in this and ready for more had me cranking things up. I caressed her now reddened ass with my blade. “We’re going to play a new game, so listen up. If you want my monster cock you will do everything I say.”
“Yes, Sir,” she choked.
I shifted back, keeping a hand on her shoulder as I shrugged out of the heavy Santa coat. The night air bit instantly at the sweat cooling on my skin, sharp and clean. The fabric gave a softthudas I laid it down on the earth.
The red velvet looked almost black under the moonlight, a dark patch against the uneven ground. I made sure there weren’t any stray needles or damp leaves lingering on the coat.
“Let’s reposition you.” The words came out low, still edged with the rasp of exertion.
Even with her hands tied, she beautifully assumed the position. Face down. Ass Up. Gotta love Nik and his need for perfection. In the dim light of the night, there was no difference between the color of the lace panties and the marks I’d left from the paddle.
I shifted her panties to the side with the handle of my blade and growled in her ear as I slid a finger back inside her tight cunt. “So damn pathetic. Dripping all over my hand.”
When her pussy fluttered around my finger, I removed it. She was adequately equipped for this next part.
“The rules are as follows. The beast is going to tease, torture and edge you until the only thought you have running around in that pretty little head of yours is coming on my cock. If you beg and plead me like the proper whore you are, I might let you.”
She vibrated with need, and I had to bite back a laugh. Knowing her the way I did, she was already seventy-five percent of the way there. It would not take her long to be right where I wanted her to be when I sank into her tightness.
My cock jerked with the thought, pre-cum dripping from the tip. I leaned down and nudged her inner thigh, making her spread her legs wider for me. Once there was adequate room, I lightly traced the point of my blade up her thigh. Goose bumps broke out over her skin, and she trembled.
“If I were you, I’d stay still. I already told you it would be a shame if I were to nick your creamy skin. Put your tits against my coat, keep that ass up and legs spread wide for me.”
I waited while she did as I asked. “Good girl,” I murmured, still trailing the sharpened point along her body. She whimpered, and then a soft sob escaped. “What’s wrong?” I asked.
Nothing in her body language indicated she was ready to scream her safeword, so it had to be something else.
“Sir, I need…need…I can’t think about anything but your cock. Please can I have it now?”
So I was right. I bit my cheek to keep the laughter from bubbling out. We were role playing here, and she was making it hard to maintain the act. Thank God she couldn’t see me. I cleared my throat and fixed my face.
“Is that your pathetic excuse of desperation? You honestly think you’ve earned my cock? I haven’t even begun the new game I wanted to teach you.”
“I’m sorry, Sir. It’s the toy’s fault. And I’m so empty, can’t you please give me just a little. Maybe the tip?”
“The toy’s fault? It’s the toy’s fault that you’re a cock craving whore? Now you’re making excuses. You think you’re cute, and that I’m just going to give in to your request? Because nothing is going inside that slutty pussy of yours until I’ve cut you three times.”
Whatever control she had left vanished the second the words left my mouth. Her body shuddered, the kind of tremor that rippled through her like a live current.
A broken sound escaped her—half breath, half plea—and she crumpled forward, catching herself too late. The fall wasn’t graceful; her hands slipped, and she landed flat against the coat, cheek pressed to the fabric, chest heaving.
