She turns to me, her brows lifted and eyes wide but also bright and shimmery. The first time I suspended Twyla in thegazebo and made her my little Christmas tree, I knew she was my one and only. Exhibitionism gets her off, of course, especially when it’s private exhibitionism meant for my eyes. But the idea of my beautifying her in any way pulses that heartbeat right into her cute, little cunny of a Christmas gift.
The corners of her mouth tug into an enthusiastic grin. She looks so fucking adorable standing there in nothing but those red ribbons with her nipples and pussy clamped, the curved edge of the candy cane rod sticking out of her ass, and her wetness glistening her thighs. I’ll apply another coat of oil just before I place her in the snow globe.
Chapter 17
“Are you ready to be my delicious little sugar plum?”
KRAMPUS
When she skips toward the globe without my permission, I give her a little zap and turn up the temperature and vibration settings on every toy her body wears. Predicting her legs giving out, I catch her and growl seductively in her ear, “You are not in charge, søt pike.”
I give her a few mild spanks, admiring how she flexes her ass around the candy cane. I’ll melt her bones by the time the sun sets on Christmas Day.
“So sweet, so slutty,” I growl, sweeping a finger between her clamped labia and teasing around her slit, which squelches from the mere touch. “So gods-damned gorgeous like this. Are you ready to be my delicious little sugar plum?”
A groan rips from her mouth, longing but muffled. My insides catch fire from that sound. Lust constricts my throat, but her lust is my priority. It pulses heat into my very veins, tricklinglike molten gold into my essence. A hint of her fear beneath the inferno of adrenaline makes for an exquisite feast.
“I—fought I fas a pear,” she says through her gag, and I can’t help but smirk at her tilted head and innocent doe eyes. Those knitted brows. A cute, little smile. That wasn’t bratting. That was teasing, playing.
I love how she plays with me.
I turn her around until her little shuddering body is pressed to mine, the top of her head barely brushing my upper belly. “You will be both tonight.” Taking a moment, I cradle her face, the base of my hands on her jaw, tilting her chin to me. Fuck, that soft, swooning expression, those big, bright doe eyes glimmering like amber-colored stars, the gooseflesh all over her silken skin.
Affection seeps through our bond, unraveling around me like those ribbons to tickle my senses and warm the deep ache in my heart. Anytime the ice of my dark past arises, all it takes is a few moments with her. Preferablyinher.
She blinks, then tilts her head to the side, eyeing me like a sweet but mischievous pixie with lovely golden waves falling all down her shoulders and arms. Her body sways from side to side like a bell, then she stands on her tiptoes, those plump breasts pressing to my chest, jingling the clamps as she does.
“Mmm…” she hints through the gag.
I chuff a laugh since she can’t reach my face. Not even on her tippy toes. So, I lower my brows, lower my chin, and she manages to steal my breath and get my heart pumping faster—all from one damn little kiss on the cheek. I have to get this party started before I shove her against that glass globe and fuck her senseless, boneless, mindless.
“Come with me, beautiful,” I purr but deepen it to a growl, the kind she loves.
Her giggle ripples through the gag that is wet from her saliva, and I shake my head with a snort before coiling her hair around my fist. “Not that kind of come, kjaere. Not yet.”
Hand in her ethereal curls, I work against the dark hunger raging in my system and walk her across the floor and up the three steps to the back door of the snow globe. I’ve changed it with my magic.
Now, it’s a winter wonderland of the backdrop of my castle with real evergreens and twinkle lights adorning every branch. They cast a warm, rosy glow upon Twyla’s skin. My breath deepens at the sight of her.
Taking pity on her weary mouth, I snap my fingers to remove the gag. The first thing she does is purse the swollen lips. The second thing she does is rise again on those dainty toes again and look up to ask, “Kiss me?”
I deadpan. Grit my teeth. “Fuck.”
“We can do that, too!” she chirps as I pick her up and press my lips to hers in a kiss of heat and predatory hunger. My cock stirs, pounding against the pouch until I’m grinding against her like the savage beast I am.
But it’s Christmas, for the gods’ sake! If Krampus, the Ruler of Yuletide, cannot control himself on today of all days, then I might as well hang up the damn title. Then again, I am a damn devil—only bearing a heart thanks to this angelic creature who straddles the line between naughty and pure.
She wets my fur with her fluids, and I snarl into her mouth and set her down in the middle of the lit trees. The ground upon which she stands mirrors a sheen of ice and functions like one, but it doesn’t chill her bare feet.
Despite how I may use more sparks of my magic, I’ll lose control and fuck her ass now if I don’t hurry this process along to some degree.
So, I snap the ribbons, unraveling them from her form but keep the clamps and collar on her skin. Subtle lines grace her skin from those ribbons. But while my gaze journeys all over her flesh, min skitten jente shakes her breasts to play the dangling jingle bells. The notes are off. My jaw hardens from the lustful energy and tension ready to snap.
I snap instead.
Driving her up against the nearest tree, I apply the higher setting for the clamps and the collar, savoring her shriek. And then her feminine groan as I slap at her breasts, playing the jingle bells the correct way. Her pheromones practically sing the hallelujah chorus to me as I cup her breasts, squeeze the fine plump tits, and jiggle them to play a festive tune.
“Oh, my…Krampus, Master Krampus,” she corrects herself, those eyelashes fluttering at me. “Is that…the Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairy?”
