Chapter 17
Recovering on my back, staring up at him as he hovers above me, I say what I want. “Let’s go to your room.”
He nods, grabbing my hand and pulling me up. Hand in hand, he guides us through the cabin. As we walk, I think about something else I want, something I’ve always wanted to do. But am I going to ask for it? I bite my lip as we enter his room, still deciding.
His room is large, and everything in it is too. Huge bed. Big wooden dressers. Deep colors, wooden accents. It’s nice. I sit at the foot of the bed and look up at him.
“I will suck your dick if you crawl to me,” I say with a smirk.
He chuckles. “I’m not crawling to you, baby girl.”
I dramatically sigh. “Then I guess it’s time for me to go back to the bar.”
He grumbles, cocking his head, maybe wondering how serious I am. I’m very serious. Plus, there’s no way he’ll drive me back to the bar without getting off. I think the odds are in my favor here, and if anyone is going to do it for me, I want it to be him, someone all fucking alpha, to bow.
“It will be our little secret,” I whisper, squeezing his thighs over his jeans. “No one will ever know you submitted to a girl.” His hand cups my face as his thumb rubs my cheek. It looks like he’s considering it. “You’re the one who said there is more fun to be negotiated. So, let’s negotiate.”
“I don’t bow down,” he huffs.
“I want you to crawl to me,” I beg, suddenly feeling vulnerable about how he doesn’t want to do it. “Being vulnerable for a few minutes doesn’t make you weak,” I say to both of us. “And you’ve been in control all night.”
“You sure about that, baby girl?”
“I’ve been a willing participant. Give me this. This is some shit I’m never going to forget.”
His face turns smug as he squeezes my chin. “Are you begging?” he asks playfully.
My lips move to a tight smile. “Yes. I’m begging. It’s not like I’m asking to peg you. Just crawl to me.”
“Today, it’s crawling ...”
“There’s no tomorrow.” I laugh at the insinuation.
“I thought you were sleeping over?” he says with a cocked smile.
“If you crawl to me.”
“If I crawl to you, I am making a mess all over your face and body and punishing your smart mouth with my cock.”
“Deal,” I instantly reply, smiling and excited. “Now go pee and drink a glass of water. When you get to the door, I want to see you on your knees waiting for me to say crawl.”
The look he flashes me before leaving the room is downright sinister. I lean back on the bed, giggling to myself about how I’m naked in this man’s house, commanding him. I like this. He returns after a couple minutes and leans against the doorframe.
Krampus is the hottest guy I’ve ever hooked up with, I think, checking him out in just his jeans. His dick is going to be huge; that’s obvious by everything about him.
“Disobeying already?” I ask, and he bites his lip in response. My heart rate elevates as he drops to his knees. “Good boy,” I taunt, and he growls in response. “Crawl.”
We hold the most heated stare, and then he starts crawling. I feel powerful, reeling that this guy is actually doing it. I watch his muscles flex as he moves toward me.
“Heel,” I command, resting my foot on his shoulder.
He turns his head and kisses my ankle, still watching me.
Why is this the most erotic thing I’ve ever experienced?
It’s tender, sweet, and the powerplay makes it fucking hot.
I lean back, feeling the most comfortable I have all night.
“Like the view?” I giggle, spreading my legs a little for his perusing pleasure.
“Yes.”
On a whim, I slide my hand down my chest, moving down my body until I’m making small circles on my clit. His face isn’t far away, but I taunt, “Stay.” His voice rumbles in his chest, our eye contact relentless. I bite my lip as our gaze intensifies. “Stand.”
On his way up, he licks my thigh then hovers over me, setting his hands on my sides.
“I want to play with your belt,” I breathe, turned on by his presence as I extend my hands toward him. “Give it to me.”
He doesn’t say anything; he just unbuckles his belt. These staring contests of ours have me so turned on. He loses this one, looking down as he folds the belt before handing it to me. “What should I do with this?” I ask, examining the leather.
“You’re pushing boundaries, baby girl, exploiting your power.”
“Maybe I’ll use it to herd you as you crawl some more.”
“We did not talk about this,” he huffs.
“Nervous?” I tease.
“No.” He stands, body rigid.
“Flexing?” I ask, checking him out. Every fucking muscle is cut, defined, and unbelievable.
He shakes his head.
“What dark arts are you dabbling in?” I ask, tilting my head, continuing to objectify him with my eyes.
“What do you mean?”
“Me, Botox. You …? Testosterone, human growth hormone?”
He shakes his head, smug. “All natural.”
I narrow my eyes. I don’t know if I believe him.
He chuckles, cocky.
“You’re a gym rat, got it. Now, take those off,” I say, staring at his jeans.
He’s out of them too fast. I almost say slower next time, but there isn’t going to be a next time.
He’s wearing short briefs and has an impressive bulge.
I smile, excited about that, before I notice more tattoos.
His left shin has a piece up to his knee, and his right thigh is painted with some kind of crest. “Is that one mafia related?” I ask, curious to confirm my assumption.
He nods the slightest amount before he raises his arm, showing me the side of his wrist. “This is the loudest signifier of my past.” He points to a black crow tattoo.
“How does that work now that you’re retired?”
“I’m retired. There’s no more work.”
“But you told me you own the bar,” I press.
“I do, but I don’t manage it.” Then he smirks. “You’re stalling.”
I wasn’t intentionally stalling, but I guess I am. He’s earned it: a great blowjob. “Take those off already.”
He chuckles, sliding down the briefs, releasing a thick cock.
“Uncut,” I mutter. He winks, and fuck, do these winks do something to me. “Get back on your knees and ask nicely.”
He steps toward me, leaning down to press a kiss to my forehead.
Why am I smiling so much? You are not actually going to have a thing with Krampus.
He drops to his knees, his hands resting on my thighs as he settles himself between my legs. His eyes flick up to meet mine as his hands slide up to my hips. “Please,” he says, and I hear the sincerity in the word.
My lips immediately curl into a silly grin, and I lean in for a kiss, wrapping my arms around him. “Okay, I will suck your dick now.”
He stands, palming himself. I watch his erection continue to grow as it nears my mouth. This is a great cock. I flick my eyes up to him, part my lips, then open.
“Good girl,” he groans, guiding himself in. His fingers tangle in the hair at the back of my neck as he slowly moves. I grab the base of his cock, stroking, following my bobs up and down. I speed up, going at him. He grumbles then pulls out of my mouth, and I look up as I release him from my hand.
“Show me your fucking throat,” he says, deep, almost strangled. I squint, and he tilts my chin as high as it will go before he runs his finger down my throat, smirking. “You can take it deeper.”
I think back to other guys demanding for me to take them deeper. This phrase, “you can,” hits differently. It’s motivating rather than bringing out my defiant tendencies.
“Yes, Daddy,” I tease, wrapping my hand—and my lips—around his cock again.
I don’t hate saying it to him, I think, holding his gaze as I take him all the way.
He hums, rubbing his thumb across my cheek before digging his fingers into my scalp.
“Take it,” he grunts.
I bob as deep as I can. My eyes water as I take all of him. He hums, and that noise is my motivation. There’s just something about him, the way he makes me feel.
I want him to never forget how epic I was.