Whoever designed this room must have wanted to create a place where you could get lost in the magic of the season, forever trapped in a holiday dream. Unlike the others, there is nothing haunting or scary about this room.
My feet crunch on the fake snow as I walk in between the trees, smelling the sweet scent of pine. Catching movement in the corner of my eye, I turn around, feeling my skin crawl with an uneasy sensation.
He’s definitely here and the brat inside me wants to join the party.
“You like playing games, Damon? Get hard on being in total control?”
Silence. Except for the loud thumping in my chest.
Thump.
Thump.
A sudden rustling startles me, and I whip around, heart pounding—but there’s no one there. My breaths come shallow and quick. My skin prickles, every nerve ending alive, desperate for contact—grab me, pull me, anything. I step backward, eyes darting wildly, scanning every shadow and gap between the trees. Damon has to be out here somewhere, waiting.
Watching.
I grit my teeth, steadying myself.
I’ll be ready when he decides to strike.
Needles scratch against my back, and I flinch with a sharp yelp, spinning around only to find myself tangled in a pine tree. “God damn it,” I mutter under my breath, brushing off the branches.
Then, faintly, I hear it—a low, hushed laugh drifting through the cold air behind me. My pulse quickens.
For a guy his size, he’s frustratingly good at staying hidden.
“Do you do this to her too? Stalk her like this? Always watching but never close enough to touch her.”
Talking back when I’m in such a vulnerable position is so foolish but it makes my insides twist with so much pleasure. I love being a cunning bitch. Knowing I can get inside someone’s head with little to no effort is exhilarating. That’s what I love about being a switch the most, the power exchange.
The room plunges into darkness as the lights shuts off, leaving only the hum of the snowflake machine as the final sound to disrupt the silence.
Oh, fuck.
Here we go.
How am I supposed to do this in complete darkness?
Just as that thought crosses my mind, a few twinkling lights flicker on in the trees. The snowflake machine was shut off with the over head lights but this mood lighting is beautiful. In any other circumstances I’d think this was a romantic gesture but not tonight. I have a feeling this cute backdrop is going to witness my ass getting severely punished.
I weave through the trees, trying to make my way to the back of this very long room and hopefully find Damon by the power box.
He’s making this more difficult than it needs to be.
Seeing the wall, I duck behind another row of trees when I feel a hand wrap around my throat, pulling me back against a hard chest.
“You’re terrible at hunting.”
“Fuck you,” I spit out, my stomach twisting with pleasure.
He lets out a row rumble. “So aggressive for someone who was willing to beg for this earlier.”
“Are you going to bore me with your words?”
His hand tightens around my throat. “You think I care what a fuck toy has to say? You can’t get in my head.”
I grab his wrist, my nails digging into his flesh as I turn to face him. “I’m already in your head.”
