I gasped. The heat from his touch seared into my skin. “She took everything.”
He chuckled, soothing my bottom in gentle strokes. “But it’s not just her, is it? You strike me as the Honor Roll sort. Let me guess, top of your class, highest performer at work, always the one taking charge of everything. You’d do anything for a little recognition, wouldn’t you, dear one?”
Smack.
“Yes!”
His fingers teased along my inner thighs. I was dripping wet and I needed him to touch me.
“So desperate for a little attention, aren’t you?”
“Yes.”
His fingers slipped between my folds and teased along my entrance.
“You’re such a needy little slut.”
“Please,” I begged.
“Say it.”
“I’m a needy slut,” I moaned.
He pressed the tip of his finger inside me, his sharp claw nicked at my entrance and a cry left my lips. “Well, this won’t do. Can’t go marking up my pretty little treat, can I?” Krampus brought his hand to his mouth and bit the claws off three of his fingers, then pressed one inside. “I knew the moment I saw you, I knew you were a depraved little thing just waiting for an excuse. Every promotion they passed you over for, every victory gone unseen, you let that disappointment fester into something darker. Something naughty.”
He added a second finger and curled them. They stroked inside me, teasing the sensitive nerves. I gasped and pushed back against his hand, but he pulled away.
“Patience,” he whispered, then smacked my ass.
The pain sent a pulse of pleasure to my core.
“I’ve punished countless naughty mortals, Daphne, but you…”
His fingers pressed into me again and his thumb flicked over my clit. My body clenched.
“You’re something special. So wicked and desperate for someone to make you hurt. You’ve been waiting for the right monster to come along, haven’t you?”
“Yes!”
My pussy clenched and my muscles trembled as the pressure built. Just as I reached the precipice, he pulled away, laughing at my indignant whine.
“Beg,” he demanded.
“Please,” I gasped.
“Please?” he mocked. “Come now, Miss Honor Roll. You can do better than that. Beg!”
“I need it, please.”
“Need what?”
“I need your cock,” I pleaded.
“What a greedy mortal.”
“I need your cock. Please, fuck me. Fuck me, please, I’ll do anything.”
“Good girl,” he whispered. “I will not be gentle,” he warned.
