The first stroke of his long tongue makes me whimper. I’m so wet and achingly sensitive, I’m sure I’ll come in seconds… except the moment I feel myself getting close, he draws back. Sits up so that I can see that tongue sliding over his teeth, tasting me and denying me. Then he lifts one huge hand and slaps my pussy.
I arch, gasping in shock and pain. He waits a couple of seconds and then bends down and licks me again, his tongue hot and muscular as it runs over my sensitive core.
Again he brings me right to the edge of an orgasm. Again he stops, and delivers a stinging slap to my sensitive flesh. I cry out this time, thrashing in vain against my restraints.
By the third slap, I’m sobbing, begging, tears running down my face as I plead for release.
I like being teased, but this is different. This istorture. He brings me so close to that delicious edge, but over and over again, he brings me back down before I can reach my peak. No matter how much I beg, he doesn’t give in. When I get desperate enough to grind against his mouth, he clamps down on me with his big hands and holds me in place.
Soon, my whole body is shaking. My skin feels raw, so sensitive that even the sensation of his hot breath sends electricity zapping through me. I’m a whimpering mess, tears spilling down my cheeks, gasping for breath. My pussy is throbbing, clenched around nothing, dripping with evidence of how painfully turned on I am.
Krampus leans over me, studying my face.
“Please,” I sob. “I can’t take it. Please let me come.”
“Mmm.” His long tongue snakes out, licking the tears off my cheeks, and eventhatmakes me moan. “But do you deserve it?”
My mouth opens and shuts. My thoughts are too scattered for me to form a coherent thought. Krampus grabs my face when he sees my hesitation, long fingers digging into my cheeks.
“Tell me,” he demands. “Do you deserve it?”
Does he mean the pain or the pleasure? I honestly don’t know what my answer is to either one. “I… I deserve…” I focus on his red eyes, draw in a shaky breath. “I deserve whatever you want to give me.”
He smiles. Releases my face. Then he lowers himself between my legs again and shoves his long tongue inside of me.
I break into a million pieces.
Toes curling, thighs shaking, eyes rolling. My vision goes white around the edges. I’m pretty sure I’m screaming, actuallyscreamingwith my release, but I can barely hear it. All I’m aware of is the pleasure crashing over me, stealing my breath, banishing every thought butyes,yes,yes.
Krampus keeps thrusting his tongue into me, and the pleasure keeps coming and coming and coming as my screams die down to helpless little mewls. Finally, I go limp.
But Krampus doesn’t let up. His tongue recedes only to be replaced by his fingers. I tense for a moment, anticipating claws—but, thank God, they must be retractable. Thick, blunt fingers curl inside of me while he laps at my clit. I’m so overstimulated, it’s almost painful, but he drags another orgasm out of me almost instantly, a brief but intense flare of heat making me shake and sob.
I’m throbbing, spent. But his fingers keep moving, his tongue keeps swirling around my clit. I writhe in my bindings, begging, trying toescapethe sensation now. He holds me down and slides a third huge finger into me, stretching me out as his tongue continues its relentless pace against my sensitive clit. He forces me to come again. Harder than before, and I cry out with both pain and pleasure, my entire body spasming.
Krampus finally retracts his fingers, leaving me tingling and dazed. I’m limp as he removes the shackles from my ankles and wrists. I only stir when he clamps something around my neck. My eyes flutter open, blinking tears away, and I raise a hand to the metal collar.
Chapter
Twenty-Two
Krampus holds the length of chain in one fist. A leash. He uses it to drag me up and then flip me over, positioning me on my hands and knees. My legs are so shaky they barely hold me, but he yanks on the chain to force my head to stay up.
He positions himself behind me on his knees. I gasp at the first brush of his cock’s head against my entrance, but my body is still so wrung out and boneless that I’m not sure it’s even possible for me to tense in fear.
And despite that flicker of nerves, I still want this. I begged him, and now he’s giving it to me. There’s nothing to do but take it like a good little slut. So I let my knees slide further apart and arch my back.
“Are you ready to take me?” he asks.
“Yes,” I whisper.
My brain is so fried with pleasure already. He could split me in half with that huge length and I’d saythank you. And as the head of his cock sinks into my entrance, it feels like that just might be what happens.
Even though I’m dripping wet and ready for him, he stretches me in a way I’ve never experienced. There’s an immense pressure, enough pain to make tears spring to my eyes.
“I… I don’t know if I can handle any more…”
He stops pushing. “You can take me,” he says. “Breathe, little sinner.”
