Bound in Christmas Lights
TW: BDSM dynamics including praise kind and masochism, dub-con, power imbalance.
MAGNUS
The moment Sadie walks in, all eyes turn to her, including my own.
My eyes take her in—the red dress looks both elegant and filthy as it hugs her curves and it’s getting to me. Bad.
I have to adjust myself in my pants, so I’m thankful the guests are too taken by her to notice how fucking hard I am. To distract myself, I grab a glass of whiskey from the tray a waiter is carrying and down it in one go, but my eyes are pulled to her again and I can’t help but groan.
Again, I fucking love the dress—it looks sinful on her, but fuck me, do I hate the shapewear she’s wearing under it. I crave to see those love handles she always tries to hide from everyone. I’m fucking dying to lay my eyes on her belly.
I’ve seen her naked before. I’ve felt her soft skin under my hands, I’ve experienced the intoxicating feeling of grabbing at her soft flesh and I’m absolutely obsessed.
Sadie has no idea that I’m far more than just her boss. I’m the same guy she met at ‘Sinner’s Gate’, the same man who offered to show her how it feels to be truly alive. And fuck, did she take it like the good girl I knew she was the moment I laid my eyes upon her.
She wasn’t supposed to wander in that club, the same as she wasn’t supposed to start working for me. But, once I got a taste of what she can offer, I couldn’t help myself. She’s truly the sweetest mistake I’ve ever made and if it kills me, so be it.
Sadie was created for me, Sadie Mitchels was made for my sort of cruelty, even if she doesn’t know that yet.
I can’t look away from her hips swaying as she approaches me. The closer she gets, the harder I get.
The moment Sadie stops in front of me, I offer her my hand.
She’s so beautifully naive that she places her hand into mine, assuming I’ll give her a handshake.
Instead, I grip her hand and pull her dangerously close to myself to lean closer and whisper, “Good evening, Miss Mitchels. You look truly ravishing.” I emphasize the last word by pulling back and letting my eyes roam over her hungrily, then add, “follow me, please, I’d like to give your gift in a more private setting. ”
Her eyes widen, cheeks turn that adorable shade of pink I’ve decided long ago is my favorite color. Sadie’s lips part, but whatever she was trying to say dies on her tongue as I pull at her hand and lead her away from the crowd.
At this point, I don’t care if anyone questions where I’m going and why I don’t stay around as the host of the party. I care about Sadie, I care about getting her somewhere private and the need to touch her.
Besides, I really don’t want to do something stupid like beat the shit out of every man who decided to attend the party for openly gawking at what is mine. Sadie is mine to admire, watch, touch and devour. She’s just… mine.
Sadie stays quiet as I lead her up the grand staircase and down the hall until we reach a locked door. I pull the key out of the pocket of my slacks, unlock the door and glance at her surprised face to wink at her.
Instead of stepping aside, I release her hand, place my hand on the small of her back and push her through the door.
The room is completely dark, I don’t bother flicking on the light at first just to add more to the mystery. I really love watching Sadie squirm, so this is nothing if not another chance to see the view I’ve grown addicted to.
Smirking, I lock the door behind us and enjoy the startled sound that leaves Sadie.
I wait for a few heartbeats before I turn on the light, then give Sadie a moment to get used to it. As soon as she does, she gasps and looks around wide-eyed.
“Mister Black, what is the meaning of this?” She asks and fuck do I love the sound of her voice inside this room.
Still smirking, I push my hands into the pockets of my slacks and take a step closer. “Sadie,” I say her name gently, waiting until she turns to look at me, then add, “undress.”
Her eyes grow double the size, “What? Mister Black, what’s going on?”
I chuckle and start circling her like a predator.
“It’s just Magnus tonight, sweetheart. As for what’s going on—I brought you here to enjoy my Christmas gift.
I know it’s technically early, but I’m far too excited to wait any longer.
Now… Are you going to be a good girl and undress, or should I do it for you? ”
“Wait, wait, wait,” Sadie gasps and attempts to take a step away from me. “What do you mean—gift? Mister Black, you mentioned I was supposed to follow you so I can get my gift, not present myself to you.”
I step closer to her and tower over Sadie. Looking down, I lift my hand to her face and trace my fingertips over her jaw before I speak. “You’re my gift, Sadie. I wanted something special this year, so I chose you. Now, stop asking questions and let me unwrap my present.”
Sadie’s breath hitches and her hands tremble at her sides, so I decide to give her a moment to process my words and instead, shrug off my jacket and start unbuttoning my shirt.
“Either you take off your clothes willingly, or I’ll rip them off. The choice is yours, sweetheart, but the outcome will be the same,” I explain, smirk and let my eyes roam over her again. “I do hope you make a wise choice and do it yourself, Sadie. I quite enjoy the way this dress looks on you.”
“I-” Sadie chokes out, then pulls her hands into tight fists, “sir-”
I don’t let her finish the excuse I know is about to roll over her lips and reach for the fabric of the dress.
Once I rip the dress off her body, I can’t help but groan in annoyance.
“What the fuck is this shit?” I ask her as I point at the cursed shapewear.
“What on Earth made you think hiding your beautiful body under this fucking thing is an okay thing to do?”
“Sir!” Sadie shouts suddenly. “That’s-”
I cut her off with a sharp look again. “Don’t you ‘sir’ me right now. I expected to see beautiful lace and silk underneath that dress, not this goddamn contraption,” I snarl and take a step back. “Take it off, Sadie. Now.”
Her cheeks burn bright red, and her hands shake, but she slowly takes off the cursed thing. Sadie is too stunned to speak, while I’m already planning to burn that damned thing the moment I get my hands on it.
Once the shapewear falls to the floor and she’s left standing in only panties and bra, I suck in a shuddering, overwhelmed breath. Finally, fucking finally, I can see what she’s been hiding under that damn thing—her curves in all their glory.
I drop to my knees in front of her, simply because I feel like that’s where I’m supposed to be whenever she’s in any stage of undress in front of me. Sadie is a Goddess I want to worship more than I want my next breath and this woman is about to learn that the hard way.
“Take off the rest,” I choke out, feeling like I’m about to start foaming around my mouth. Scratch that, I’m about to start salivating and barking like a dog at this point.
When Sadie listens to my command, I find the strength in me to stand up and approach her again. I love how much I tower over her, love the size difference and honestly, I think I’m about to double my gym sessions to grow more muscle mass just so I can be even larger than her.
I want this woman in more ways than one and if I have the ability to make her feel like she’s hiding behind a wall whenever I stand in front of her, that’s exactly what I’m about to do.
“You’re so much more beautiful without that shit covering you up,” I whisper and reach out to wrap my arms around her so I can grab her ass. “My gift looks perfect now.”
I lean down to run my nose along the crook of her neck and inhale her intoxicating scent deeply before I press a gentle kiss to her skin.
I release my hold on her ass just so I can grab her hips and spin her quickly and press the front of her body against the cold metal of the St. Andrew’s cross. “Arms up,” I order gruffly.
Sadie doesn’t even question me, she just does as I tell her.
“Good girl,” I whisper and quickly trap her wrists in the cuffs.
As I take a step back, her breathing quickens and I can’t help but smile at how responsive she is, even before I touch her properly.
Slowly, I unbuckle my belt and pull it from my slacks. “Tell me, Sadie,” I murmur and grip the belt in my right hand. “Does my present enjoy pain at all?”
Before she can answer, I pull back and send the leather of the belt against her ass. She yelps loudly, but there’s no resistance or cries of pain, so I repeat the action a few more times. I watch her closely, smirking as her skin swells and turns a beautiful shade of red.
Then, I step closer and kick her legs further apart before I run the belt buckle down her spine. “You’re taking this so well, my little present.”
Sadie lets out a small moan at the praise, then yelps when I cover the reddened area of her ass with my hand. “Beautiful,” I whisper and run my fingertips over the redness. “You’re marked up so prettily for me,” I add and lean in to press a soft kiss to her shoulder.
Her whole body shivers under my touch, but she doesn’t resist for a moment—quite the opposite, she leans into my touch instead. “Such a good gift,” I repeat again. “Not scared at all, are you? You’re actually enjoying every second of this…”
I let the words hang and don’t bother to finish the thought.
“I knew you’d be like this. Under all those innocent layers hides a little masochist who’s begging to be set free.” I say and spread her legs even wider. “And look at you now… moaning for me so perfectly because of the pain.”
“What?” Sadie chokes out.
I know what part confuses her the most, so I smile against her skin and press another gentle kiss to her shoulder before I explain. “The club. Remember explaining to a stranger how your friends dared you to go there because you never do anything fun?”
I wait for her reaction, which turns out to be a barely audible gasp and continue.
“That stranger, Sadie. The man who promised to show you the divine. The man who took you to that private room and spanked you until your ass was red and sore.” I smack her ass gently to emphasize the point. “That was me.”
Sadie shakes her head, clearly refusing to accept the truth, but I only smile and keep talking.
“You remember that night, don’t you? You were so innocent, so trusting.
You let me strip you down and bend you over.
You let me spank that perfect ass until you were crying,” I mutter and run my tongue from her shoulder to her ear, then whisper, “and you loved it.”
“Mister Black, that’s enou-” Sadie tries to stop me from talking more.
I smirk and carry on. “I knew the moment I saw you in that club that you were meant for this. I knew no other woman could compare to how gorgeous you would look with my marks on your skin.” I squeeze her ass, making her whimper.
“I couldn’t resist tracking you down and ensuring you stay near me, where I can watch you.
Did you really think my company sought you out and offered all that money without a reason, Sadie? ”
“That’s unfair,” she whimpers and shakes her head.
“Be mine, Sadie. Tell me you’ll be mine.
” I demand and tighten my hold on her flesh, squeezing her ass so hard, she cries out.
“I’ll give you anything you ever dreamed of, Sadie.
Just say you’ll be mine and I’ll give you more power than you can imagine.
All of it, I’ll give all of it, baby, but I’ll wrap it in sin before I hand it over to you. ”