Page 31 of Krampus Kruk
“If you’re not hard in the next five minutes, I’m leaving,” I say, knowing damn well I won’t. I don’t ever want to leave. Iwant to stay lost in this stranger’s house, having him worship me forever.
“No,” he growls, tightening his grip. His stare dares me to say one more word, and my body is already aching for whatever comes next. Our fiery gaze intensifies until he says, “You’re not going anywhere until I fuck your ass and punish you for everything that just came out of your mouth.”
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Holding her by the throat, I decide we’re going to be rough—rougher than we’ve been all night. My grip tightens, firm but controlled, and I push her legs off me. I slide out of bed and drag her with me to the edge, making her crawl to keep up.
I spot my belt on the floor and bend to pick it up, never letting go of her neck. “Don’t move, and don’t fucking talk, or you won’t like what comes next,” I growl.
I finally release her and wrap the leather around her wrists, fashioning makeshift cuffs. Then, I shove her back onto the mattress. Her body bounces, and I lean over her, chest to chest.
“I almost miss your talking,” I murmur, kissing her firmly. She smiles softly, and I guide her bound wrists above her head. “Stay, mouthy girl.”
Her lips part, but I press two fingers against them. “No talking. You lost that privilege.” She bites down on her lip.
Sliding off the bed again, I raise an eyebrow, as if daring her to break either of my rules: no moving, no talking. Her head tilts as she watches me. A slight infraction, but I let it slide.
In the closet, I open a drawer filled with remnants of women I don’t care to remember. The sight gives me pause. This isn’t the same. She’s not like them.
She’s not a submissive, not really, and she’s more than just some brat with a sharp mouth.Why do I have to like her so much?It’s the way she challenges me, the give and take. It’s all too fun.
I grab a pair of cuffs with a long chain. She’s not going anywhere, not until I’ve taken every part of her. Not until I fuck her ass. If she gives me that, there’s no pretending she doesn’t want this again. At least, I hope.
When I return to the room, she hasn’t moved an inch.Good girl.
I grip her ankle and pull her down the length of the bed. She giggles, light and wicked as I click open the cuffs and secure one end to her ankle, the other to the footboard.
Her lips twitch. She wants to speak, but I shake my head. “No talking, baby girl. Nod if you’re thirsty.”
She nods once.
“You get one word. Water or whiskey?”
“Whiskey.”
“Good call, baby girl. Bad girls get whiskey, not lube.”
Her jaw drops, and I savor it with a grin. I’ll be careful either way, but I am claiming her tonight.
All of her.
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Ilook down at the handcuff around my ankle after he leaves the room. I guess he doesn’t want me to leave. I giggle, letting my head fall back against the pillow. I love this moment—this night. This is the kind of Dom I want. He’s teasing, commanding, cheeky. His winks. His firm hands. He’s a softie, but not really. He’s having fun, and so am I.
But you are not seeing him again.
I flop my head side to side. There’s no clock on the wall or on the nightstands. I’m tired, but the adrenaline hasn’t let go of me yet. My body hums with anticipation. How long has it been since we left the bar? I hear my mom’s screams already, but I don’t care.
This is worth it.
An anxious buzz runs through me. I know what’s coming. He said he was going to fuck my ass, and he’s not going to be gentle. That’s what I signed up for. That’s the deal I made. I dug this grave.
Time to reap what I sow.
He returns with a glass of whiskey in each hand. I almost sit up, but I stop myself as I remember the rules. Icanmove,technically, but I’m not supposed to. I want to stay. I want to obey; I don’t want to push the punishments any further.
He takes a long sip of whiskey, and my mouth moves before my brain can stop it.
