Page 32 of Krampus Kruk
“I don’t think that’s going to help your problem.”
He chuckles dangerously. “You are somethingfuckingelse.” I watch him take another sip. “I knew it would come to this.”
He slams the rest of the glass and sets mine on his dresser before disappearing again.
My heart races. I’m smiling, but I’m also nervous, the kind of nervous that makes you feel more alive. I yelp when he returns—holding a roll of duct tape.
“No!” I scream, though there’s a clear edge of excitement in my voice. “I’ll shut the fuck up.”
“You will,” he says, stepping forward. “Because you won’t be able to talk.”
“You don’t have to. I’ll be quiet.”
“You’ve proven otherwise.” He pulls a long strip of tape from the roll with a loud rip. “I don’t like when you lie to me, and I really don’t fucking like when you disobey me.”
Holy shit!He’s really going to do it. Tape my mouth shut. My heart is nearly beating out of my chest.
“I’ll be quiet. Mute, even. I promise.”
“Promise,” he repeats as his gaze narrows. “That’s a big word. Do you mean it?”
I nod quickly.
“Mute,” he repeats with a laugh. “I wouldloveto fucking see that.”
I mime zipping my lips shut and throwing away the key.
He hums again, pleased. He sets the duct tape on the dresser then grabs my glass of whiskey. I watch him approach, and he sits on the edge of the bed next to me.
“Sit up. Open your lips to take a sip.”
He brings the glass to my mouth. I drink, slow and obedient, holding his gaze. The whiskey burns so good going down my throat.
His smirk widens. “Finish it.”
My eyes go wide then flick down. His cock is no longer limp. It’s half hard.
I asked for this, every single second of what comes next.
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Setting the glass on my nightstand, I turn toward her, thanking whatever higher power that I was able to recover and go again, because she needs to be fucking punished. I grab her legs and tug until they slide off the bed, flipping her so her chest rests against the mattress. Her ass is about to be mine. I squeeze it before I press my fingers between her cheeks, slipping into her tight hole.
She whimpers as I push them deeper and position myself between her.
“That noise is allowed.” I slowly work my fingers in and out, stretching her with care. “Yes or no. Have you done this before?”
“Yes.”
Good.She won’t break.
I kiss the dagger tattoo on her spine as I pump my fingers. I want to fuck her hard, but I don’t want to hurt her.
“I’ll use lube,” I murmur, “if you tell me I’m better than everyone else.”
Silence.
“No lube.”
