I swallowed and wet my lips. “Perhaps. If the opportunity arose.”
“Then you’ve never had a chance to really be wicked.” His thumb brushed against my lower lip. “And you’re just the sort of depraved little thing to jump at the first chance.”
His hands moved to my hips. My heart hammered in my chest as he lifted me. He held me pinned against the wall, his cock hard and thick against my thigh. He nuzzled my neck and nipped at the soft skin below my ear. I gasped and the sound made his cock jump.
“You’ve been such a good girl, Daphne,” he purred. “Such a perfect little rule follower until tonight. But I know the truth.” His hips rocked against mine, his teeth nipped at my neck. “I can smell the corruption on you. It’s delicious.”
Sliding his hand from my neck down to my chest, he gripped the front of my shirt and tore it from my body. My nipples pebbled in his hand. When he left my neck to suck on the rigid flesh, I shuddered.
Then he bit it. I screamed in pain and pleasure as he ground my nipple between his teeth. I grabbed his shoulders and couldn’t control how hard I squeezed them. He stopped biting and licked my nipple with his enormous tongue. I gasped each time one of his piercings collided with my sensitive flesh. He switched to my left breast and nibbled it like he had my right. He kept alternating between them, nibbling, licking and squeezing.
“I can see it now,” he whispered, moving his lips to the shell of my ear. “The things you’d do if given a chance. And I can’t wait to see it.”
My head spun with the possibilities. What kind of punishment could the creature before me come up with? Would he tie me down? Tease me? Spank me?
I didn’t care, I wanted it all.
“Show me,” I moaned.
He chuckled, and the sound reverberated through me. Krampus set me down on my feet, then took me by the hand. His hooves clicked against the wood floors, the noise a gentle counterpoint to the hammering in my chest. He led me up the stairs and, with each step, his pace grew quicker. I stumbled to keep up.
When he opened the door to the master bedroom, I nearly choked. Charlotte had already had the place gutted. Every piece of furniture and decoration was gone. In their place stood an elaborate four-poster bed.
Krampus shoved me forward. “You can burn her furniture later, vicious thing. Undress,” he commanded.
Shaking, I did as I was told. My hands fumbled with my skirt and the remnants of my tattered sweater, they hit the floor along with my bra and panties.
“Hands and knees.”
I crawled onto the bed and waited. The air in the room was warm and it felt like fire licking at my skin.
Krampus circled the bed, his hooves heavy on the wood floor. I could feel the mattress sink where he knelt behind me. His hand came down hard on my ass. The sting surprised me and I cried out.
Groaning, he lavished the stinging flesh with his tongue, the cold metal piercings teased my flesh. “How long have you wanted to punish her, Daphne?”
“I-”
His hand came down again. “Don’t lie to me, little one.”
“Years,” I choked.
Another smack. My pussy clenched around nothing and I couldn’t help whimpering at the promise of a monster’s cock filling it.
“Do you know why you’ve been so angry for so long?”
I shook my head.
“You’re not a talented liar.”
He smacked me again, then took my jaw in his hand and shoved his tongue into my mouth. My pulse throbbed at the rough way he marauded his way deeper, claiming my throat until my knees threatened to buckle. He broke the kiss and I gasped for breath.
“Why have you been so angry?”
“I-I don’t know.”
Smack.
“Wrong answer. Try again.”
