Billy stared. The room was large, easily three times the size ofBilly’s cottage, but it was the furniture and implements lining the walls that had Billy struck dumb. He took a hesitant step forward, Nick following, and looked around. What he saw made his cock bulge uncomfortably against the crotch of his uniform.
“What’s that?” he asked, focusing on the first thing he’d noticed when entering the room. It looked like a bench of some kind, but there were thick leather straps all over it and it was padded with supple black leather.
“It’s a fucking bench,” Nick said. “You see here? I’d bend you over and strap you down by your wrists, arms, thighs, ankles, neck and waist—and then I’d have you completely at my mercy.”
Billy shuddered as Nick walked him in a circle around the bench, the alpha stroking his gloved hand lovingly over the straps and padding. He sounded like he’d like nothing better than for Billy to be vulnerable.
“What would you do then?” Billy’s voice was hoarse. His stomach felt like he’d swallowed a thousand butterflies.
Nick didn’t answer right away. He led Billy to the back of the bench and pushed him forward until his thighs were pressed against the top padding, trapping him between the strange piece of equipment and Nick’s muscular body.
Billy held his breath. Nick’s hand slid up his neck to grip the back of his hair, and he breathed out slowly as Nick pushed him down until he was bent over at the waist. His cheek came to rest on the incredibly soft padding, cool and smooth and smelling of leather, Nick’s hand fisted in his hair, and he waited to see what the big Santa would do.
“I would spank you until your ass was as red as my suit,” Nick growled, grinding his crotch into Billy’s ass, “and then I’d fuckyou until I popped my knot, breed you, and then I’d plug your hole for good measure and leave you here to think about what a lucky little elf you are.”
Billy whimpered, his cock throbbing as Nick’s words washed over him, the alpha’s enormous package grinding into his ass.
“Do you feel how hard I am for you?” Nick whispered, brushing his lips over Billy’s neck.
Billy took a shuddering breath and tried to nod, but Nick was holding his head utterly immobile.
“Yes, sir,” he said, sounding wrecked. Nick laughed, low and rumbling and pleased, and pulled Billy up into a standing position. The tug on his scalp was the weirdest mix of painful and good that Billy had ever felt.
Leaning back against Nick’s front, Billy moaned when the alpha’s hand left his hair and moved around to grab his throat. All Nick had to do was squeeze a little tighter and he’d be choking for air.
“Do you like this?” Nick whispered, tightening his grip until Billy couldn’t breathe and then loosening it. Billy closed his eyes, seeing stars.
“Billy?” The word was a warning.
“I l-liked it,” Billy stuttered. He couldn’t believe what he was saying. If anyone had told him that morning that he’d be rock hard from someone choking him, he’d have wondered why Tulip thought he’d ever fall for something so stupid.
But here he was, a massive leather-clad hand around his throat, cutting off his air, and he was loving it.
“Good boy.” Neck stepped back and put his hand back on Billy’s neck, and led him away from the bench. Billy made awhining noise in the back of his throat, disappointed. He’d thought that Nick was about to strap him down and do what he’d described—spank, fuck and plug him up—but apparently he wasn’t.
“Don’t be impatient,” Nick chided.
Billy looked around the room again, and he wondered if he’d been hoping for the bench simply because it was the least scary thing in there. There was a large wooden cross by the wall with heavy iron manacles hanging from each corner, a tiny cage just sitting in the middle of the floor, some kind of leather sling, and what looked like a torture rack standing in the corner.
The walls were worse. Floggers, whips, paddles and all manner of implements Billy didn’t know the name for hung in neat rows, just waiting for Nick to pluck them down and use them.
Nick led Billy to the sling. It hung from the ceiling a few feet away from the cage, big black and menacing.
Was he ready for this?Billy didn’t think so.
Dropping his hand from Billy’s neck, Nick took a step back and crossed his arms. Billy felt unsteady, the loss of Nick’s hand on his skin making him feel like he was floundering. He turned away from the sling and stared at Nick.
“So,” Nick said, eyes dark and smoldering as he studies Billy. “Do you want to play?”
Billy nodded. He had goosebumps, and he’d never been so aware of his cock.
“Good,” Nick said, uncrossing his arms and pulling up to his full height. “Now strip.”
Billy jumped. Nick was doing that thing where he looked mean and stern again, and it was as intimidating as it was hot. With shaking hands, Billy unbuttoned his shirt and slid it off his torso, letting it fall to the floor before sliding his pants down his legs and kicking them off together with his shoes. Once he was naked, his cock standing at full mast, he waited for further instructions.
“Legs apart, hands behind your back,” Nick barked. Billy jumped, startled by how loud Nick was speaking, and scrambled to obey. He clasped his hands at the small of his back and spread his legs, unsure if he was pushing them far enough apart.
Nick gave no sign that he approved of Billy’s performance, and Billy started to get nervous. It was incredibly intimidating to be standing naked in front of the scowling Santa, and he felt tiny and acutely aware of the fact that Nick was still dressed.
