Santa with a K
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If only he’d…
“Get clean,” he said, rising. “And don’t touch yourself. Not yet.”
Then he left.
Not yet? Oh, the temptation.
Was it not good to touch herself if he never saw it? There was no webcam here. Her pussy lips were supersensitive, and that birching might’ve hurt but had also left her squirming.
She slipped her hand beneath the bubbles and found herself, her swollen lips and the center slit. She fucked herself a little with one finger, letting out the smallest moan that no one else could hear, then put finger and thumb around her clit. Then she sighed and went to work.
Chapter 6
He walked in just as she came. Unable to stop, she writhed before him, stiffening, with her hand still clamped over that guilty place. He tsked and ordered her out of the tub.
Dripping water, unavoidably panting, she obeyed.
“I knew. Don’t think I didn’t.”
“How?” She managed to frown and yet question him with a raised brow at the same time.
“You’re biting your lip and asking me a silly question? I knew because of Him.”
“He knows when you’re naughty?”
“Like that, yes. Towel dry, then come. No clothes.”
She obeyed, following him out into the kitchen through this door that hadn’t existed before. The double door to the kinky room was fully open and she half expected to be taken there but no, he pointed at the heavy timber table in the middle of the floor.
The timber was barely finished and had an irregular, if smooth, surface.
“Lie down on your belly.”
Pushed and directed, she lay, feeling terribly on display as K too wandered past. At least the axe was beside the door.
“Were you bad, again?” Dominik asked.
“Of course she was,” K chipped in.
She rolled her eyes at him.
Being good here was taking some doing.
“Yes or no?” Dominik bent at the waist and interrogated her from inches away.
Caught in mid eyeroll she sighed. “Yes. I was bad.”
“If we’re to go home, you need to do better.”
She felt him wrap rope about her wrists and cinch them together at her back, then he pulled apart her legs and roped each ankle to a table leg. Each turn of rope about her there made her sink down, down, down, into a place she’d not been before. She blinked, licked her lips.
Roped down, spread open, about to be screwed.
Oh, yes.
“Much better. I hope you enjoyed the orgasm because you aren’t getting one from us, not for ages.”
Waiting happily, and about to enact the best part of her wish agreement, she decided she didn’t care about this no-orgasm rule. Wait.
Wait… Us?
Alarmed, she checked out both men. Both were undressing, tossing away pants, shirts, and revealing their very erect cocks. As they approached her, she tried to stand. The ropes about her wrists and ankles made it impossible.
“Hey!” she blurted.
“Do I need to gag you again, girl?” Dominik traced a line down her spine. “I think you need more punishing, and this is going to be it.”
Being fucked by two men was punishment? She shut up, realizing how little she cared, now that she had them beside her, surrounding her, smelling of men, no matter how much one of them was a myth. The recent climax hadn’t quite faded, and had left her craving to be filled.
She shook her head, said a soft, “No.”
“See. You can be good.”
Damn, those words in that rumbling male voice he employed so very, very well, had made her clit pop up. An instinctive reaction, and likely unavoidable, like a dog wagging its tail at the sound of its master’s voice. Being called good was a dirty word, when it was said by Dominik. The man had his ways. She might even get to—
At that very second, one of them stuck his cock into her, in one abrupt slide. Parted, forced to allow this by being tied down and tied open, she gulped and let her eyes roll up as he commenced to fuck his way to the North Pole via her. Deep, yes, he might’ve plumbed out, skin to her skin, balls deep, and it felt as if he’d find her throat soon with that dick.
Then, they swapped, and she couldn’t tell who was where, and didn’t care, as she was brought groaning to the heights of arousal – an arousal that refused to go over the edge.
The smack of skin on her skin, the squeeze of wetness, spreading from pussy to legs, to beneath her, it was gloriously freeing.
Time after time, they fucked her and left her panting and slumped. They rocked the table off its legs with the impact then stopped. Step away for a moment then resume the fucking.
She couldn’t tell who was where, until Dominik climbed onto the table, with his knees either side of her head. He lifted her head, brought her mouth to his cock, then plunged in, cock over tongue, forcing himself deep.
“Is she wet enough?” he asked over her head, staying where he was lodged, and she couldn’t breathe around his cock, and she had no doubt he knew this.
“So very wet. I think we will need her to clean the table, with her tongue.”
At the small of her back, her fingers curled up, tensed, straightened, as she prayed he’d pull out and let her…
He did so.
Breathe.
K fingered her, thrusting several in. “I think she likes this.”
Spluttering and deep-throated again by Dominik, she felt K penetrate her, shoving, his large cock spearing in – it was thick enough to make her fear he’d split her, every, single time he rammed at her.
Helplessly bound, she could only be their fuck toy and take this. Gasping, she was almost sure this was nirvana.
When Dominik came in her mouth, filling it, K also grunted and came. She shut her eyes, so absorbed by the exquisite swelling sensation inside her, and feeling cum dribbling down her once K withdrew. He patted her ass.
Dominik climbed off the table. He untied her, but she was too overcome to bother moving, only bringing her hands up to her face, eyelids flickering as she relived the sensations.
“I will have to join you in the tub this time,” Dominik said, taking her neck in his teeth, gently. That, even that, made her groan.
“And I,” K added.
What?
Hooves nudging her feet under the bath water made her stare across the bubbled surface at K. Dominik was beside her with his fingers nestling between her legs.
This was going to be one helluva story to tell. Once she was home.
Be good? It paid off being good. Why would she not be good?
“Is this the first day of Christmas?” she asked, a little timidly. Not that timid was her, but…with these two men, or whatever K was…
“Yes. Twelve more to go.” K smiled.
Damn, she might need a new vagina soon, at this rate. Her Christmas wish had turned out perfect.
Chapter 7
On the second day of Christmas, they had her cleaning the floor again, for real. The good girl thing was getting warped by Mister D, to his advantage. Anything he ordered, if disobeyed, slotted into bad, according to K. They sat eating breakfast while she scrubbed the warm stone with the brush. At least she had knee pads to lean on, even if she was naked.
After she sent them a few dubious looks, the men rose then walked out.
Should she stop scrubbing? Florence sighed. How’d she get into this again?
The wish.
Dominik sauntered back in bearing a pad the size of a camp bed and a paintbrush. He threw the pad down on a dry area of floor, smiled, and crooked his finger like he was her master or something. “Crawl to me.”
Okay, make that a dominant, assured, mean smile that she wanted to smack out of him. Maybe she wasn’t cut out to be submissive after all. She pursed her mouth, then she crawled to him.
“Her rear end looks good from back here,” K rolled out his opinion from behind. “She could do with some decorating. I’ll fetch something.”
“Spread those legs.” He pushed with the toe of his shoe until she gave in and opened them.
“Good. Today, we will be teasing you.” He held up the paint brush. Was that a serious twinkle in the man’s eye? “You’re not to come.”
From a paint brush?
“Not. Hear me, girl? Unless you want more punishment?”
Hmmm. “I heard you, yes.”
“You know why you have to be good?”
She nodded. “So we can leave at the end of the twelve days.”
“Yes. And because I like you being good for me.”
Oh hell. Those words did something to her. Being good for him?
There were definitely twinkles in his eyes. Little floating red ones.
“Now be still and try not to moan.”
She grabbed her lower lip in her teeth as he bent over her pussy, lowering that brush.
Then, he began to stroke her there, up and down, around her clit, even along her slit. She would never have thought that arousing, not that gentle, or not like this. The way he feathered the brush down the line of hair on her mons then delicately skirted where she wanted it, while watching her, drove her a little crazy.
“Please,” she whispered.
“More?”
“Mmm.”
He then ignored her. Instead, he tickled her inner thighs and came ever-so-close to her clit. Infuriating and hot, and confusing that she found it so.
Soon, she was mumbling curses and arching toward the brush. Even worse was her behavior when he applied the brush to both nipples then drifted it down her to her clit again.
He held her down, with his palm on her belly, raising his head at the approach of K. Just his hand on her stomach, making her be still… She lifted her head to see his hand then slumped, sighing.
K was tinkling. She couldn’t see why until he stood beside her with his big boot nudging her side.
“I have a new present. These are for her nipples and her pussy.”
Little silver bells and silver deer on silver chains hung from his large hand, clinking together as he spoke. Those would be fine. It was their other ends that bothered her. The clamps had tiny sharp teeth.
“You can’t,” she whispered. “Metal teeth?”
“All the better to bite you with,” K answered, his smirk twitching his beard. He planted his boot on her stomach and offered the ornaments to Dominik. “I’ll watch.”
He nodded. “Now to see how good you can really be.”
Oh god.
Gaze riveted on them, mouth an O, she observed the procedure. D sucked her nipples until they were wet and protruding, then he used finger and thumb to squeeze her left nipple flat and opened the teeth on a deer ornament.
She snapped shut her eyes, squeaked at the bite, and tried not to squirm. It hurt, but he held her breast still for a moment afterward, and she abruptly yo-yoed from hurting to getting turned on by the grip of those fingers around that intimate part of her.
The rest, she similarly endured. The clit hood was both an owie and a wow.
Decorated, she was ordered to crawl to her scrubbing brush and continue with her work.
The tinkling and the weight distracted her immensely – to the point where she had to stop sometimes to watch them and breathe through it.
Two deer, merrily swinging off her nipples, a bell from her clit, and two from her pussy lips.
Seeing her nipples squashed by those little jagged teeth, and the silver deer at the end of the chains, it was strange, yet also…
Excruciatingly nice.
That day she spent being teased with the brush while on hands and knees, while being face-fucked by both of them, while whimpering and in a puddle of what had dripped from her.
From then on, they slept in the bed together, with a man to either side of her.
The days ticked by – from day…to night…from sun…to twinkling stars.
And still she wasn’t allowed to orgasm.
On the fifth day of Christmas, she woke to find herself on her stomach, with one of them inside her already pumping away, and the other tying a cloth across her eyes.
“Can I come this time,” she asked, after they’d both fucked her and left her filled with cum –sounding as if she was begging, even to herself.
She lay on back, but unsure which end of the bed was up, or where the men were. Squeezing her thighs together, she rocked from side to side. It didn’t help relieve the ache.
“Shall we let her?” K asked. She knew their voices well now.
“Let’s see if she can.”
The first swipe of his tongue brought her to a shuddering mini orgasm. It raced through then left her. He continued licking, teasing, sucking.
“Oh. Omigod.” She clutched at him with both hands, only to have them pinned above her head into the softness of a pillow. Unable to touch, she squirmed and tried to wriggle closer to that tongue, those fingers.
A man latched onto her nipple, roving from one to the other sucking, licking, even biting, and they were still sore from the ornament teeth. Her moans grew louder and more desperate.
After they’d forced three out of her, she lost count of her orgasms. They released her eventually, and rolled her off the bed onto the floor, on her back. One of them used her as a foot rest, while the other, Dominik, removed the blindfold.
“Today…” he informed her, turning her face so she could see him.
Limp, still breathing deeply from the rush of coming, she peered out past her half-shuttered eyes. “Mmm?”
“Today you are going to a party. K has arranged this, and you will wear a mask and a leash.”
A party? In Santa land? A sex party, she assumed.
Too tired to protest, she let them feed her breakfast while kneeling beside them at the table. Food was forked into her mouth, water was lifted to her lips. She drank and ate and wondered who it was that could come to this party.
The mask, she’d assumed would be some pretty, feathered affair.
No, it was not. Dominik emerged from the room of kink armed with a head-shaped, red leather mask and a leash.
“Be good.” He smiled that knowing smile, eyes showing even more red twinkles, she was certain, than the day before. All leather, all enclosing – it was a gimp mask that he strapped to her.
With no identity, deprived of her face, nude, and collared, she was made to crawl and led by a leash into a noisy room filled with men in suits and women scantily clad in kink gear. Leather and lace. Whips and chains.
Was this what this faux Santa did during his normal spare time?
They laughed and fed her snacks, led her about. Strange people tilted their wine glasses for her to drink from through the hole in her mask. Strange men fondled her body. Anonymous inside the leather, she found herself happy to go with the mood of the party, to let them do anything to her, to make her kneel and crawl or lie on her back purring while they inserted fingers inside her mouth and other places.
Naked, she was getting used to that, and being used a little for the pleasure of others, because…imaginary world. But she was not used to what happened toward the end of the night. The party had seemed to go on forever, and the light outside the row of narrow, high windows had turned to stars and blackness.
They laid her down in the center of the floor, naked still, and she was surrounded by the feet of whoever remained of the party goers, with their faces far above where she didn’t care to look. Then, after D reminded her of why she must be good, the men came all over her.
Being hidden inside the mask was all that allowed her to suffer this. It was not her idea of fun kink. Once they were gone, she shut her eyes. When she opened them, she was back in the kitchen at the woodcutter’s cabin. Still covered in cum. What had she done?
She’d never have thought herself capable of lying still for that. She hugged herself, thinking…thinking how this wasn’t quite her fantasy. So whose was it?
K and D returned to tower above, looking at her as if they’d found her somewhere in a trash heap, and were unsure what she might be. Tired, having been fed too much wine at the party, she waited for instruction.
She wasn’t sure either, as to what she might be. This was turning ever so surreal, and it’d been fucking weird before.
“I should have asked before this. Can I get pregnant, or…or anything?”
“Here?” K laughed. “No. You can catch nothing. Not babies, not diseases.”
Where had the other people come from? Some had looked like the men at the bar – Dominik’s companions, though not quite. Many had worn black gloves, as did D, which made her wonder why also.
Time ticked by, days ticked by, and she suffered, and she was coveted and given orgasms and spanking, and the kink room got a thorough work-out.
She never saw D without his gloves, and inside his green eyes, in the center of the pupils, was sometimes a fireworks display of red sparks. At other times they were dead black.
On the tenth day of Christmas.
Chapter 8
On the tenth day, she woke to a toy factory. Which was novel…
It existed in a room that branched off from inside the kink room, via a new door. The men led her in after dressing her in a petite Santa’s helper costume – a red coat with a red flared skirt and a white fluffy trim. Though the black stockings were surely not regulation, nor the butt plug with the white rabbit tail.
They had her bend over the conveyer belt, not a moving belt, of course, while K pulled up her coat skirt and held her underwear aside, while D screwed the butt plug inside her ass.
It wasn’t the first time she’d had anyone play with her ass, and he’d used lube, but even so, it was uncomfortable. And it was the oddest sensation having that in there as she walked about.
D took one of her hands. He was handsome in his stark, black suit with the top hat, tails, and the black gloves. Those ever-present gloves.