21. Santa
Chapter 21
Santa
I watch her on my phone, through the hidden cameras I had installed in the shop, as she works up the courage to strip off her clothes. I thought for sure she would tuck tail and run, once she got to the shop and had to question that cunt, Garrett, at the front desk about the glory rooms. I totally enjoyed watching her squirm with embarrassment, and cataloged everything that she found intriguing for later. The pretty heart-shaped butt plug is going to look spectacular against her pale flesh, and that monster dildo, well, I’ll look forward to working her in so that one day soon, she can take that.
If I didn’t know through my stalking and research that Garrett was gay, and utterly uninterested in Chrissy in a sexual nature, I would have slit his throat as a consequence of the way he looked at her, as if she was a pretty object he coveted, a piece of tasty meat to be consumed. I’m not saying she’s not, but that’s not the only thing about her. There is such depth and fire to my sweet temptation, such bravery below all the different layers that make her up. Everything about her intrigues and calls to me as an enticement, and I plan to peel back one layer at a time, until I get down to the dirty and rough parts that I know are similar to mine. If she sheds a little blood in the process, so be it.
Her body trembles as she stands there, unsure of what to do next and it’s like a shot of adrenaline to my veins. After a moment, she climbs stiffly onto the bench, her eyes too large in her frightened, pale face. She wraps her arms tightly around her chest, cradling herself as if she could self-soothe, and keep the monsters away. Not a chance, my beauty, I have intentions of consuming you until there is nothing left. A look of sheer panic crosses her features, and I survey with humor as she searches the walls for the opening of the glory hole. Her breathing is raspy and too quick, as if she’s struggling to get enough air, and the sound has my cock throbbing in my pants, begging to be released from his constraint. Here’s hoping she doesn’t end up having a panic attack and passing out; I would hate to have all my fun ruined. Not that it would stop me from holding her down and fucking her raw.
“Bitch, I don’t fuck without a condom. I don’t care who the fuck you are; put a damn rubber on.” Her demand and defiance amuse me; she thinks she has a say in what will happen here. Oh, sweet delusional temptation, nothing will be coming between me and you, certainly not a fucking condom. Nothing will stop me from filling her pussy and ass with my cum now, the whole world could be erupting in flames, I would still fill her with my cock, until my cum is slipping from her like a faucet, then I’d gladly clean her up with my tongue.
Once she ties the blindfold obediently across her face, I shift behind my side of the wall, unbuttoning my pants and slipping down my zipper, as I pull my hard cock out and squeeze it in my tight grip. I force myself to swallow a groan, as I spread my beads of precum down my length and give myself a harsh stroke, firmly pressing on my Jacob’s Ladder piercings. Fuck, that feels so good, but it will feel even better when it’s Chrissy’s tight pussy strangling my cock. I can’t wait any longer. The monster inside of me craves satisfaction, as a dark haze closes over me. I shift the square partition aside, and it disappears inside the wall, leaving a gap that is just under two feet by two feet in the wall, and the sight that greets me has a pained groan escaping me.
She’s fucking stunning, her skin glows from the subtle amber light in her part of the section. The perfect round globes of her ass are perched high and ready for my touch, ready to be spanked and branded with my fingerprints. Fuck, speaking of branding, that’s next on my list of things to do to her, my name will look so pretty across her pale flesh. The small cuts I made early this morning with my blade stand out against the remainder of her snowy white skin, not disfiguring it, but rather enhancing her exquisiteness even more. She’s everything I’ve ever dreamed of and didn’t know that I wanted. Mine , Chrissy Cranbrook, is mine; all of her skin is mine to tarnish, all of her breaths are mine to steal, and all of her cries belong to my ears alone.
She will die with my name on her lips, as she begs me to take her life after I’m done destroying every part of her. The thought doesn’t bring me as much pleasure as it normally would, and I question whether I truly want to see her breathe her last breath. My chest tightens with the thought of never hearing her voice, or smelling her sweet scent. No, I don’t think I can live without her now.
My mouth goes dry as I continue to stare at her, and I have to use my tongue to wet my lips, the ones that I wish I could already press to her glistening pussy lips. Fuck, she’s drenched; all of this has turned her on, despite her fear, or maybe in spite of it. Does she get off on being terrified? I can’t wait to find out. “Hello, sweet little temptation . Look at what a beautiful present you are for me.”
Her body jerks forward on the bench on her hands and knees, and a sultry gasp releases from her lips. My hand darts out and roughly grabs her hip through the opening, steadying and preventing her from tumbling off the bench. “Don’t you dare move away, Chrissy; this ass is mine to do with as I please.” My voice is rough, and muffled by the skull mask I’m wearing. The one I can’t wait to remove, so I can have a taste of her sweet cunt.
“Please don’t hurt me,” she cries out, but her words lack conviction, as she braces herself on all fours.
“We both know that you don’t mean that, my sweet temptation,” I dig my fingers into her skin, and roughly yank her back toward the opening in the wall; I refuse to allow her to evade me. My sleeve scrapes against the sides of the opening, scratching my skin, and I grit my teeth as the pain adds to my arousal. My palm rises, and I slap her asscheek hard, the sound loud in the enclosed space; her responding scream has my balls tightening painfully, and more precum slipping from my slit. Jesus, everything about this woman is so fucking sexy. I slap her other asscheek, before pulling my arm back through the opening, and removing a blade from my pocket, while my other hand jerks my stiff, long cock to the sound of her mewling pants. “I think you need a few more lines to decorate this pretty ass, my temptation. Did you enjoy finding my blade this morning when you woke? Did you put it away as a souvenir of my first visit? Don’t worry, there will be many more mornings to come.”
I release my cock and shove my mask up on my forehead, wanting nothing to obstruct my senses of her, even though there is a risk she could see me. I slip open the blade, pushing my arm back through the opening, and allowing the sharp metal to slide across the lower part of her asscheek, where it meets her upper thighs. She has these gorgeous dimples on her ass, and faint little white veining stretch marks on her upper thighs, that are a road map of where my blade should go. I dig the blade into her skin, just enough for a few drops of blood to well and drip down her leg. She hisses out a whine, but it quickly turns into a moan, as I caress and squeeze her asscheek with my other hand. My cock bobs in front of me, begging to be allowed to participate and conquer all her tight holes. I carve another line and press my thumb into the cut, smearing her blood along her soft flesh. “Stunning,” I groan as I move the sharp metal closer to her soaked center. “Tell me, sweet temptation , is it the pain or the danger that turns you on, or maybe it’s both?”
“Both,” she croaks before she wiggles side to side, trying to force me closer to her pussy. I wonder what she would do if I impaled my blade inside of her, and sliced her open from the inside? Would she scream and cry as she lay there naked, dying for me? Would she beg for sweet mercy as her lifeblood puddled beneath her, and would I grant it? A shudder runs through my body at the thought of my hands, and cock, covered in her blood. The rich smell of iron, her musky scent, and the fear coming off of her are intoxicating, and I want to get high on it. I slip my forefinger between her pussy lips, while my blade leaves another cut closer to her core. “Please,” she whines.
“You beg so prettily, please fuck you, hurt you, or both, my sweet temptation? Which is it that you’re asking me for?” I lean closer and bring my face toward the opening between us, so I can get nearer to her scent. A drop of blood drips down the back of her leg, and I press closer to lick it up. “Fuck,” she moans loudly, a shiver wracking her body.
“Your blood tastes like the most decadent wine. I should drain you and drink you up. You would enjoy that, wouldn’t you, my slut? To be bled dry while I fuck you hard and mean.” I lick another drop, her taste coating my tongue, but I need more; I need to have her in every way. I remove my finger from her swollen pussy lips, and slip my tongue between her folds to lick her from her clit to her puckered hole. Her breathing gets loud, moans ripping from her lips, as she presses her lower body further into the opening in encouragement. Atta girl.
I suck on her pussy lips, rubbing my rough whiskered chin into her delicate flesh, so she’s left red and tingling. I nip her swollen clit, and she tries to dash forward, but I’m not having it. My patience to play is quickly coming to an end with my rising need. My eyes observe as I press the hilt of the blade against her puckered hole, and when she inhales a deep shuddering breath, I thrust it inside until nothing but the sharp metal blade protrudes from her asshole, slicing my fingers in the process, and coating her with my blood. Fucking perfect.
“FUCK!” Her scream fills my ears, and I can’t wait to hear more of them. Her body almost gives in, her arms wavering and trembling beneath her. I pull back from her pussy, the taste of her swirling in my mouth, coating my lips, and her delicious cum sliding down my chin. I allow my saliva to slip from my mouth and land on her puckered hole, mixing with both our blood as I thrust the knife handle in and out of her pretty ass. I want her coated with every part of me, inside, outside, everywhere, until I’m infecting her, like she’s doing to me. My hand grabs my cock in a tight fist, and I push through the opening and impale her pussy on my length in one go. “Fuck, so tight and warm. You really are the best fucking present, temptation, “ I growl as I begin thrusting inside of her, and setting a punishing pace. I yank the blade out of her ass, slicing her lower back in the process, and she releases a pained cry, but it quickly turns to the sound of pleasure. I rest the blade on her back as I drag my bloody hand down her exposed skin, leaving a macabre hand print, all of my fingers prominently on display. I reach forward and around her slim body and grab her breast, squeezing, and using my bloody fingers to pull on her nipple. “Ohmygod, ohmygod,” she pants in breathless screams.
Her head tips forward on her shoulders, her beautiful hair obstructing my view of her face and I can’t have it, I need to see all of her reactions to my depravity. I release her breast and grab the blade in my slippery hand and drag it up her back, leaving shallow cuts in its wake. “Head up, temptation, or I’ll slit your pretty fucking throat. I want to see your reactions.”
She hesitates for a moment, lost in her arousal, her body tightening around mine. My little temptation needs to learn some manners, when I give her an order, I expect to be obeyed. I run the blade over her shoulder, releasing my hold on her hip, I force my other arm through the opening and grab a fistful of her hair, and yank her head backwards, until her pretty neck is arched and exposed. My other hand moves forward with the blade and I press it against her slim throat, nicking her in the process. “You will do as you are told, temptation, or I’ll make sure you don’t take another breath. Do you want to die on my cock, slut?”
The added threat of danger just hypes me up even more, and a ripple of pleasure runs down my shoulders and arms. I want to do unspeakable, unhinged things to her that guarantee she’s not leaving this room alive. It would be so easy, just a press of my hand and she would die instantly, while I fucked the very last breath out of her. One part of me is urging itself to press the blade in harder, to hurt her until we hear her dying screams, the other is urging me to keep her alive, so I can keep using all her holes for as long as I want. My blood slips from my fingers in rich crimson drops down her neck and chest, leaving little tracks around her lush breasts and my breath stutters with the image. She would be so beautiful, completely covered in blood. If I can’t kill her in this very moment, then I’ll plan to kill someone else and fuck her in their blood, very soon. I want to see her painted red, until only her defiant, angry, chocolate eyes are left visible and untainted.
“Oh fuck,” she moans, as the sound of skin slapping against skin echoes through the small opening. She attempts to pull away from the blade at her throat, but only succeeds in impaling herself harder on my cock. To reward her defiance, I increase my punishing thrusts, and my hand tightens in her hair, digging my fingers into her scalp, knowing that I’m ripping out strands with my cruelty, and hurting her. “Fuck, too much! Too much!” Her cries fill my ears, and wave after wave of pleasure pours down my body, with decadent enjoyment. “You can take it, temptation . Your body was meant for mine. This pretty pussy was made for my cock.”
I press the blade to her collarbone, allowing the tip to mar her skin, and a scream leaves her lips at the additional hit of pain. There is so much blood, hers and mine mixed together, that I am sure we are a ghastly sight right out of a horror movie. My testicles tighten with the overwhelming need to fill her core with my cum, and the sharp pain from the cuts on my fingers. The pain must trigger her further, and spur her into her own release, as she starts to push back against my tempo, every muscle and limb visibly taut, and her back arches further, allowing the blade to slice her again. A shuddering breath flees her, followed by a scream, as she tenses like a vice and cums around my cock, her wetness dripping down my length, soaking my balls and my upper thighs. She loses all of her strength, her upper body collapsing onto the bench and, on impulse alone, I move the blade, milliseconds before she ends her own life against its sharp surface, as her rapid breaths leave her open mouth. I wish I could see her eyes, and what the euphoria is doing to them, the necessary blindfold removing the possibility. Do they roll into the back of her skull when she cums? Are they large and glazed over with delight? I release my hold on the blade and hear it clatter to the ground, grab her hip violently, and fuck her hard and mean, until my orgasm races with a bolt of electricity up my spine, and my cum pours out of my cock in thick ropes, and fills her up.
The sound of our heaving breaths fills the air, as I start to return to the here and now, and some of the lust dissipates. My eyes trail over the surface of her alabaster skin, and how its perfection is enhanced by our blood, and my depravity. She looks stunning, a demented sexual dream. One I never thought I would crave. This has gone far past the point of vengeance for me, she’s become a sickness inside of me, one cell at a time, corrupted. My chest tightens as unwanted sensations slither through me. I come to a sharp realization: I won’t be waiting until later to kidnap my sweet temptation, after all. She’s never leaving my side again while she still breathes. How long that may end up being is anyone’s guess, but right now, one thing is for sure. Chrissy Cranbrook is more than just an obsession for me; she’s the fire in my blood, and an addiction I am utterly lost to. She’s stirring up emotions I have no business feeling, and because of that, she’ll have to remain at my side.
“You just fucked up, sweet little temptation,” I whisper, as I pull a syringe from my back pocket, filled with a strong sedative. “I won’t be leaving here now without you.” I plunge the drug into her thigh as she twitches and goes still.
It’s time I took my gift home for the holidays.