Chapter 6
SIX
My chin tips upward of its own accord, eyes narrowing challengingly. “How are you gonna do that?”
His lips tilt in that cocky smirk I love so much, and before I can so much as anticipate his next move, he has both of my wrists caught in his grip behind my back. “Get the lights, old man.”
I can’t see Nick, but I can both feel and hear the way he sighs at the nickname as he shuffles away from us. A loud zip rents the air, then mere seconds later, rolled up Christmas lights appear at my side. My eyes widen at the sight of them and when I glance up at Klaus, he’s full-on grinning.
Devilishly so.
“A leash always works well, kitty kat. Don’t you think?”
Words fail me as the reel of filth that was last year’s Christmas Eve plays vividly in my mind again…
I’m crawling.
To a man.
On my hands and knees.
With a festive as fuck leash around my neck.
This is the part where I finally wake up, right?
Either that or I’m going to fall flat on my face because Klaus just pulled down his mask and shrugged out of his robe, and holy shit…
He’s beautiful—in that tall, dark, and intimidating way, like he’s the exact type of man you’d find hidden beneath a mask.
Unlike Nick, a sleeve of tattoos adorns the left side of his body, and although I don’t spot any covering his torso, now I’m really eager to see what else lies beneath those gray sweatpants.
Slithering up between his legs, I push onto my palms and use the girls to my advantage, taunting him with their presence.
Those clear greens snap down to where they jut out for him, lingering for a moment before another tug of the leash drops me into his breathing space.
The way he looks at me screams nothing short of I’m going to eat you alive—and I’m here for it.
Teeth catching my bottom lip, he draws me in closer and licks hungrily into my mouth. I open for him the same way I did Nick, barely withholding myself from climbing into his lap.
“Mmm, so sweet,” he murmurs, fingers pinching at my nipples teasingly. “Yet such a dirty little mouth.”
“It’s supposed to be on your cock,” I remind him, “Or did you want to skip to the part where you stuff my stocking instead?”
‘Cause I’d be down for that…
Klaus chuckles softly against my lips and shakes his head.
“Oh, that stocking will be stuffed full by the night’s end, I promise you, but what I really want is for you to sit on my face.
I can smell you, how wet and ready you are after Daddy and my little brother fucked your pretty little face. I want a taste of that pussy.”
“Hello? Earth to Noelle,” Klaus’s voice breaks the haze of memories.
When my gaze refocuses, I find his chest now on full display. No matter how many times I’ve seen this man in all his glory, it never gets old. He’s well-built without overdoing it, and the tattoo spanning one side of chest and down the length of his arm is the perfect accentuation.
He smirks as I continue appreciating all the hard lines of body and winds the lights around my neck.
Much like last year, they’re loose enough to breathe, but tight enough those bulb-shaped indents will show loud and proud after the fact.
My throat bobs against them, a weak protest hot on my tongue that never comes to be.
“What ever will we do with her?” Nick chimes in behind us.
Nothing, my subconscious screams. Get out of here while you still can! Don’t let them trap you! Remember your resolution!
But I can’t, because my resolution went up in flames the second I left Alma by that buffet.
“She’s been in that dress too long,” Klaus muses, the heat of his gaze trailing down the length of my body. “Strip her and restrain her while you’re at it.”
Nick hums in appreciation and sets a kiss to the curve of my neck, deft fingers undoing the zipper in tandem.
The dress pools at my feet, and no sooner do I blink before both my bra and panties join it, leaving me bare to their hungered stares.
Klaus soaks me up for a beat or two, his tongue peeking out to wet his lips as Nick uses another set of lights to secure my arms behind my back.
Just like they did last year.
My subconscious tries breaking through again, warning me I’m making a huge mistake, but watching Klaus hand Nick the leash and retreat, his broad, muscled back rippling as he moves, is enough to drown out anything and everything else.
It’s too late to back out now, anyway. I’m naked, trussed up, tipsy as fuck, and honestly?
An orgasm provided by the men I love feels like a great way to end the year.
Even if it completely negates my resolution…
When Klaus returns, the first thing I note is the champagne bottle in his hand.
The immediate second? How he doesn’t stop in front of me, stalking us backward like a predator on the hunt.
With each precise step forward, Nick and I take at least two back until suddenly, I feel Nick collapse behind me and my body free-falling along with him.
I land in his lap, and judging by the look on Klaus’s face, that’s exactly what he wanted.
“Spread her open, Dad,” he growls, louder still when the man behind me obliges to his command and hooks his arms beneath my thighs, pulling me wide open.
My entire body vibrates under his scrutiny. It’s not that I’m exposed. It’s how desire runs rampant through my veins.
A “don’t move” follows, the words a lust-laden hiss in my ear as Nick releases one of my legs and reclaims control of the makeshift leash, winding it around his hand.