Sensing my gaze, he grabs the piece of fabric and rips it off of himself.
His length springs free, thick and dark and throbbing. I gasp in genuine shock. I imagined the size of him would be impressive, butthisis beyond my expectations. He’s so big, it sends a jolt of genuine fear through me.
He grins as if reading my thoughts. “Beg for your punishment, Diana.”
Despite the fear racing through me, my lust rises to match it. I genuinely don’t know if I can handle him, but I am determined to try.
I look up at him, making eye contact as I deliberately run my tongue over my lips. “Please,” I say, my voice coming out half whimper. “Give me what I deserve.”
His massive cock hardens more, right in front of my eyes. “Show me how badly you want it.”
I shuffle forward on my knees and wrap my trembling hands around him. With both hands, I can just barely encircle his shaft. He lets out a growl low in his throat at my touch, and I suck in a small breath. He’s hot and heavy in my palms, soft skin over steel-like hardness. I slowly run my hands over him, from base to tip, and then work my way back down. As precum gathers on his head, I rub my hands over it and then stroke him again, faster, with the slickness aiding the motion.
I lick my lips, gaze darting between the glorious length in front of me and his face looking down at me. There’s no way I can fit this thing into my mouth without breaking my jaw, but God, I want a taste. I lean in and slide the flat of my tongue over his slit.
Krampus lets out a low grunt that sends heat throbbing between my legs. I release him with one hand, reaching down to touch myself, but he instantly grabs my wrist and jerks it back up.
“Have you forgotten this is a punishment?”
“S-sorry.” I press my thighs together, trying to suppress the needy throbbing between them, and focus on working my hands over his length again.
He releases my wrist and cups the back of my head, pushing my face toward that massive cock.
“I… I can’t…” I whisper.
“Try,” he demands.
I take in a shaky breath and open my mouth as wide as I can. With my jaw straining, I manage to take in just the tip of him, swirling my tongue around his head.
Still, his hand urges me forward. Breathing hard through my nose, I lift myself up on my knees and force myself to take in more, more. Saliva pools in my mouth and tears spring to my eyes as I choke on him.
I’ve barely taken any of his massive cock, but Krampus rewards me with a moan that vibrates all the way down his length. My hands continue to work his shaft as I lick and suck at the sensitive head. Soon, spit is dribbling out of the corner of my mouth and down my chin, and I’m gasping and teary-eyed with the effort of pleasing him. I forget the sting of snow against my knees, my body laid bare in the cold. Everything but his cock filling my mouth and the greedy ache of my own need.
He pushes my head down again. I didn’t think it was possible for him to go deeper into me, but he does, as my throat spasms and tears stream down my face. I can’t move, can’t breathe, can’t do anything but take it as he slowly fucks my face. He holds me there for a second, two seconds, three, till the lack of oxygen starts to make my head spin, and then releases me and pulls out of my mouth with a wetpop.
I gasp for air, my face a mess of tears and spittle. He swipes a thumb under my eyes, licks it, and grunts in approval.
Then he grabs me around the waist with one massive hand and throws me over his shoulder. I yelp in surprise, and he givesme a firm smack on my bare ass for squirming. I’m still sore from my earlier spanking, so I whimper and lie there, dizzy and upside-down, as he carries me into the nearby cave.
I take one last glance back at Louis, lying unconscious and bloody in the snow.
Chapter
Twenty-One
When we step inside the cave, it’s surprisingly warm and dry, out of the howling wind of the storm. There’s a circle of rocks where a fire must sit at times, with a metal spit and a large iron pot to cook with. A nest of animal pelts and furs sits in the back of the stone recess, atop a huge stone slab that resembles a bed. Is this where Krampus sleeps? His home?
It’d be cozy, if I weren’t in the middle of a possibly fatal punishment.
Krampus brings me to the pile of furs and tosses me down onto the surprisingly soft surface.
He sinks to his knees between my spread thighs and grabs my ankles. As he pushes some of the furs aside, it reveals shackles built into the stone slab beneath.
My breath quickens. Is this a bed, or some kind of sacrificial altar?
Krampus clamps a shackle around each ankle, binding me, and then cuffs my wrists as well. I’m spread out in front ofhim, completely naked and exposed, unable to do anything but wriggle.
I brace myself for pain. But instead he bends down, lowering his head between my legs.
