This meticulous act of vengeance, this entire high-stakes Christmas con, was only the first layer. The true win for us tonight won't be measured in crypto or ruined reputations, butin convincing her that the life she needs is one lived with us. This isn't just a successful heist; this is the beginning of what she’ll win tonight if we can convince her.
Black
The drive to our rented house stretches on, the Santa Monica night air thick with the salty tang of the ocean and the unspoken tension that crackles between us all. Blue sits sandwiched between me and Red in the back seat, her body stiff and unyielding, her blue-green eyes darting between us as if she calculates every possible escape route. Skipper’s basket, heavy with everything she just pulled from Hensley's safe, sits securely on the passenger seat in the front, the little dog peeking out with a contented yawn before snuggling back down. I see Blue's fingers twitch, her gaze flickering to the basket every few seconds. She tried to snatch it back when we left the house, but I was faster, holding it just out of her reach with a firm grip.
"You want this?" I growl, my voice low and laced with the promise of what’s to come. "Then you come with us. No arguments."
She sasses back, of course, her chin lifting in that defiant way that makes my blood heat. "You think you can blackmail me with my own hard-earned haul? That's amateur hour, boys."
Now, as Green pulls the car into the driveway of the modest beach rental we secured I feel the anticipation building in my chest like a storm about to break. It’s a low-key spot with a wraparound porch strung with twinkling Christmas lights and a fake tree glowing warmly through the front window. The house is perfect for our needs. It’s secluded enough to avoid prying eyes from the neighbors, close enough to the ocean that the waves provide a constant, soothing backdrop, but tonight, it’s going to be anything but soothing.
Blue steps out when I open the door for her, her red dress rumpled from the ride, her hair a fiery cascade under the porch lights. She crosses her arms, chin up, that sassy glint in her eyes as she surveys the place.
"Cute setup," she says, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "What, no dungeon in the basement for your captives? I expect more from you three, maybe some chains with a whip or two. This feels like a holiday postcard gone wrong."
Red chuckles from behind her, his elf mask still perched on his head though he tugs it up a bit to reveal those dimples that always make him look like trouble waiting to happen.
"Oh, we have plans for you, Blue," he says, his tone light but his eyes dark with hunger. "No dungeon needed when we have creativity on our side. And trust me, you will be begging for more by the end of the night."
I step up close, towering over her, my Santa mask casting shadows across my face as I back her toward the door.
"Inside. Now." My voice is low, commanding, leaving no room for her usual backtalk, though I know it is coming anyway, that’s part of what makes her so addictive.
She hesitates for a split second, her breath hitching as my body heat presses against hers, then she slides away from me and strides inside, her hips swaying in a way that is pureprovocation. The door slams shut behind us, sealing out the world and trapping us in this bubble of tension and desire.
The living room is cozy with a plush couch facing a fireplace crackling with a fake log flickering merrily, holiday lights twinkling from every surface, the faint scent of pine from the tree mixing with the ocean breeze seeping through the cracked windows. It’s domestic, almost, but tonight it’s going to be our playground.
Blue stands in the center of the room, arms still crossed, her chin lifted in challenge. "Alright, you have me here," she says, her voice steady but with an undercurrent of breathlessness that tells me she feels this as much as we do. "What now? Going to tie me up and interrogate me about my evil ways? Or is this where you admit you’re just sore losers from Halloween, take back what I took from you and let me go with the rest of the haul?"
I set Skipper’s basket down under the tree, far enough from her reach that she would have to go through me to get it, and step closer, my boots heavy on the hardwood floor.
"You’ve been a bad girl, Blue," I tell her, my voice a low rumble that makes her eyes widen just a fraction. "Running that smart mouth of yours, stealing our money and leaving us drugged like fools back in that Victorian mansion. That kind of behavior earns punishment."
I reach out, spinning her around with a firm grip on her shoulders, her breath catching in her throat as I bend her over the kitchen counter that divides the living room from the open kitchen area. The cool granite presses against her stomach through the thin fabric of her dress, and she lets out a small yelp of surprise when I grab the hem and rip it up, exposing the creamy skin of her thighs and the lace panties that barely cover her ass.
My palm connects with the soft skin of her ass with a sharp smack, the sound echoing through the room like a crack ofthunder, my handprint blooming red in an instant. She arches her back involuntarily, a mix of pain and pleasure escaping her lips in a gasp that goes straight to my cock.
"Fuck, Black," she gasps, her voice a husky whisper that sends a surge of heat through me.
But there’s no real protest, just that edge of defiance that makes me want to push her further, see how much she can take. I rub the sting away with my palm, my fingers dipping lower to brush between her legs, finding the damp heat of her arousal already soaking through the lace. Goddamn, she’s ready for this, I think, my mind flashing back to Halloween, the way she melted under our hands, her body responding to every touch like it is made for us.
She’s been craving this, same as we have. Running from it, but craving it all the same.
"You think spanking me will make me sorry?" she taunts, pushing back against my hand, her ass grinding against my palm in a way that makes my control fray.
"Try harder, Daddy. Or are you all talk?"
I growl, the sound vibrating from deep in my chest, and land another smack, harder this time, the impact making her body jolt forward against the counter. She moans deeper, the sound raw and needy, her thighs trembling as I rub the fresh sting, my fingers teasing her slit through the lace, feeling her wetness coat my skin.
"You’ll be sorry when I am done, baby," I promise, my voice rough with desire. "But you’ll beg for more too. That’s the thing about you, Blue, you act like you don’t need this, but your body tells a different story."
Red steps up beside me, his eyes locked on her exposed skin, hunger written all over his face.
"Let’s make this festive, keep to the holiday theme." he says, his voice thick with anticipation as he reaches for a string of Christmas lights draped over the nearby tree.
The multicolored bulbs clink softly as he unravels them, wrapping them around her wrists behind her back with expert precision, the lights twinkling against her skin like a holiday bondage fantasy come to life.
"You like being tied up, Blue? Remember how you squirmed for us last time, all trussed up and at our mercy? This is just the beginning."
