Chapter 8
Nicolette crossed a fucking line, and now it’s time for this little vixen to see exactly what the Devil of Christmas can really do.
Earlier was merely a jolly good time, but now it’s time for her to find out what punishments I have up my sleeves—punishments as dark as the blood that courses through my veins.
If she thinks I spent years watching her—waiting for her—just for last night to be the only night I get to sink my teeth into her, then she’s sorely mistaken.
And she will be sore from her mistake.
I stare down at her flushed face, letting my claws dig into her scalp while I grip her thick, curly, red hair tightly. She’s panting, trembling—her desire’s scent mixing with her fear, swirling around me, nipping at me more than the frigid wind howling outside.
“W-what are you going to do to me?” she whimpers as I tilt her head back further, exposing her throat and watching her pulse pound against her delicate, porcelain skin.
The faint tremor of fear in her words is the sweetest sound, making me even harder as she shudders out a shallow breath.
She’s strong and defiant, but I love nothing more than watching her fall to her knees and hearing her desperate pleas.
Why tell her when I can fucking show her?
My shadows snake out from under the sofa and curl over the edge of the cushion.
They grip the front of her sweatshirt, tearing it open and exposing her bare chest, then slide the shredded fabric down and off her arms. “Hey, you fuckin—” Her words are cut off as a shadow curls over her mouth and muffles her words.
Her eyes widen with panic as more shadows tear away her pants, leaving them as nothing more than rags on the floor and exposing her curves and the bite mark I gifted her last night.
“Mm, no underwear in sight, you naughty girl,” I croon as I reach down and slide a claw down her throat, feeling the vibrations of her muffled pleas as I grip her chin, running my thumb across her jaw.
Shadows slither across the floor, rising like snakes, ready to strike, before they coil around her wrists, yanking them behind her back and binding them together in one fell swoop.
She lets out a muffled cry, her fear intensifying—the smell of it permeating the room and coating my skin like a warm winter coat.
My shadows curl behind her head, wrapping around and hooking the sides of her mouth, forcing it open while the other falls to her shoulders and brushes across her collarbone.
She whimpers as I slowly undo the laces on my pants, my cock springing free just inches from her panic-stricken face.
Her eyes are wide as the fire I snuffed out rekindles, the crackling embers roaring to life and warming the room.
Her red hair gleams against the golden rings wrapped around my fingers, her freckles like a dusting of stars across her cheeks and nose. Her green eyes sparkle like glittering lights as tears well up at the corners from the tight grip as I hold on to her hair.
She’s fucking stunning.
“Stick out your tongue, little vixen, and you’ll have a front row seat to how I fully intend to punish you,” I say, a growl rumbling at the back of my throat.
She whimpers and squeezes her legs together as if her pussy isn’t already dripping for me.
I smirk as more shadows curl around her thighs, shifting her knees and forcing her legs apart.
“I expect a mess on the floor from your tight, needy cunt.” With my free hand on my length, I pump it up and down, spreading my precum down my shaft.
“Now stick out your fucking tongue before I yank it out,” I growl, the darkness seeping into the veins around my eyes, revealing another glimpse of my monstrous side.
Her brows shoot up in surprise, but she tentatively sticks out her tongue, saliva gathering on it and threatening to drip down her chin.
I pray to Satan himself that she’ll be covered in it by the time I’m done shamelessly fucking her mouth—giving me a reason to slide my aching cock between her full, perky breasts.
Gripping the base, I rest the tip of my length onto her awaiting tongue and rock my hips back and forth, coating myself and forcing the spit to cascade down onto her chest. My shadows pull her mouth farther open, stretching her lips and giving me easier access.
My cock presses against it, and she quietly gags as I hold her head steady and increase my speed, pushing myself deeper into her tight throat with each thrust.
“Fuck,” I grit out. “This mouth is the gift I’ve waited all year for.” I thrust with every word, and she moans, the sound vibrating through me, and if I’m not careful, I’ll be coming like a fucking virgin.
She moans again as I pick up the pace, drool running down her chin and onto her chest like a melting icicle.
I groan, the sound nearly a growl, as I watch the light from the fireplace flicker across her wet skin, my balls tightening in warning.
I pull back, releasing her hair as she sucks in a deep breath, pushing her breasts out, her chest quickly rising and falling.
Her eyes drift toward the corners of her mouth, waiting for the shadows to release her, but instead, one curls past her open lips and disappears behind her teeth.
Her eyes widen with panic before they suddenly blaze with fury, her silence so loud that it seems to rattle the windows more than any blizzard ever could.
Her jaw tightens, her teeth grinding into the shadow as I lean down and grip her chin.
A claw from my free hand traces across her throat, leaving a red streak and raising goosebumps.
“Look at what the devil does to you, you naughty thing.” My grin widens as more shadows wrap around her ankles, anchoring her in place. “Baby, it’s cold outside, but hot as hell in here.”
I can’t help but chuckle as she tries to curse me around the shadow stuffed in her mouth, puffing out her cheeks as if she’s a chipmunk.
She’s not just a lump of hot coal; she’s a blazing hellfire—heating me to my core.
Her fiery red hair shines as a sign of her devilishness and how careful I should be if I want to avoid getting burned.
But as a demon from Hell, I fucking love the flames.
My shadows keep her in place as the quiet rattling of chains fills the air, and her body stiffens while her gaze darts around the room.
They wrap around her legs, cross her chest, and coil around her delicate neck, linking together into a metal collar.
The remaining length extends to where I hold out my hand, the cool metal resting against my palm as I curl my fingers around it.
I give the chain a gentle tug, watching it jerk her forward, her eyes widening again as she lets out a muffled yelp.
My thick cock twitches as I look down at her, and I grip the base, sliding my hand up and down my length.
She stares up at me, and where there should be fear, there’s only fury, as if the moment I release her, she’ll pounce and tear me limb from limb.
She would look extraordinary standing over me, splattered in my blood as I take my final breath, my still-beating heart in her hands.
“My pretty little pet,” I growl, a slight tingle dancing at the base of my spine.
“I love seeing you on your knees, and even more, I love the look of defiance on your face as you play the part of the fucking brat.” She exhales sharply through her nostrils, her jaw ticking, and I let out a scoff of laughter.
“We’ll see how far you can bend before you finally break. ”
I snap my fingers, and we’re transported into her bedroom, where she’s ass-up on the bed, her arms under her body with her wrists tied to her ankles.
The chain that collars her throat is wrapped around the footboard of the bed, keeping her in place—exactly where I want her.
I kick the door shut behind me, the wooden doorframe rattling as I take a long step forward and examine her.
“Look at you,” I say with a fiendish smile. “All wrapped up like the perfect present, just waiting for me to tear open.”
Her pale skin is flushed, and her hair is wild, the curls springing against the mattress.
Her full hips and ass are just begging for me to sink my teeth into them.
The chain clinks quietly, mimicking the sound of sleigh bells as she shifts on the bed, her breath sharp through her nose.
The scent of her desire gradually fills the room, like smoke from a fire, replacing the air in my lungs with a sweet, intoxicating aroma.
Whether she remembers or not, she’s always wanted me.
Begs for me every chance she gets.
But even as my cock aches for her, watching her squirm as she searches for release, she remains my forbidden fruit.
My shadows and chains might bind her, filling her, letting her taste my cock as I come down her throat, or taste her cum as it drips off my fingertips, but there’s a line I can’t cross, no matter how desperately I want to.
The pull I feel to her is tighter than any knot I could make and threatens to choke the life out of me if I’m not careful.
She’s at war with her own desires as my shadows tease her clit and ass, while another slowly pumps in and out of her dripping pussy.
I curl my hand into a loose fist and feel the smooth handle of the flogger as it appears in my palm, the soft, leather tendrils falling over my fingers.
I move to the side, placing myself directly in her line of sight.
She instantly tenses up as her eyes fix on my favorite toy, her whimpers of desperation vibrating in her throat.
The thin strips of leather glide across her skin, goosebumps rising as I slide my hand under her cheek to cup her face and gently turn her glassy eyes to me.
“You burn as bright as the hellfire that kindles in my soul,” I say lowly.
“And I welcome the flame that licks at me and chars my skin like an old friend. A lover.”
Pulling my hand away, I drag the flogger along her spine, letting it fan out over her ass before flicking my wrist. The sound of the leather cracking fills the silence, leaving red marks that mar her delicate skin. She lets out a deep, guttural moan, and I can’t help but chuckle.
“You love the pain, don’t you, little vixen?” I ask as I flick my wrist again, bringing the tendrils across her backside, where she lets out a muffled scream. “You are something so wild that no matter how hard anyone tries, you can never be tamed.”
And I never want you to be.
I slide my hand between her legs, and my shadows pull back, exposing her glistening pussy.
“You’re going to come all over my hand, and when you do, then it’s my turn.
And I’m going to cover you in my cum and mark you as mine.
” She moans again as I slide my fingers through her slit, pressing my middle finger against her entrance, teasing her.
“I want to hear you scream my name,” I growl as I release the shadow that was gagging her.
She sucks in a deep breath, her ribs expanding as her pussy clenches around my finger. “You’re a fucking monster,” she gasps, almost choking on the words.
I lean down as I add another digit, continuing to pump my fingers slowly in and out, letting my pointer finger glide over her swollen clit.
“And yet, you have never tried to stop me. It’s as if you’re enjoying yourself.
” I halt my movements, and she whimpers, her desire soaking into my skin and fusing to my bones.
“It’s almost as if you’ve finally met your monstrous match. ”
“Kryx,” she moans, as if she’s sending up a prayer to the god who never listens, but knows the devil beside her will always answer her pleas.
“Nicolette,” I growl as I whip the flogger against her backside again and again, her cries echoing through the room, sending her soaring. “Come. For. Me.” The strips of leather hit her skin with every word.
I bring the flogger down once again, pressing my finger against her clit as she screams my name.
Her inner walls contract, and her cum floods my cupped hand.
Wave after wave of pleasure crashes over her, burying her—drowning her.
I draw out the tide as long as possible, regretting not having her mounted on my face and drinking her dry.
I drag my hand away and bring it to my lips, where it glistens in the light.
I glide my tongue over my fingers, the taste of her exploding in my mouth, and I can’t help but moan.
I continue to suck on them as I let the flogger fall to the floor, my now-free hand gripping my length and giving it a rough jerk.
My eyes flicker down, and I see her watching me; her normally fury-filled eyes are hypnotic as desire swirls through them.
She stares at my cock, licking her lips as precum drips onto the floor.
The air turns thick as she pulls against her bindings, attempting to break free as her own cum slides down her inner thighs.
I want to pound into her needy cunt, press my claws into her delicate skin, and leave more of my marks all over her body—make her mine.
The need for her is too much as my vision blurs and a tingle ignites at the base of my spine, spreading like hellfire to my cock.
My monstrous side breaks free as I jerk my fingers from my mouth and reach down to grip her hair.
Yanking her across the bed, I leave her no time to react as I come all over her full, pouty lips.
I roar, my head falling back as my orgasm racks through me, nearly sending me to my knees.
I squeeze my length until every last drop is speckled across her face, concealing her freckles.
I huff in a shuddering breath and take in the mess I’ve made of her.
My fingers are tangled in her mane, and I watch as she drags her tongue across her lips and moans.
Goddammit.
I smirk as I smear my fingers across her cheek, coating them in my cum, and stuffing the digits into her mouth. She roughly sucks on them, and I feel my cock harden again so quickly that it has me seeing stars. Hell only knows how I relish in the pain.
“So fucking naughty,” I croon, pressing my fingers against the back of her throat, where she lets out a quiet gag, her throat flexing around my digits. “And just think, I’ve only just started to collect for the long list of sins you’ve committed. This could take all night.”
Her eyes widen as I lift my other hand and snap my fingers, plunging the room into complete darkness.