Once he's satisfied with my position, he walks away. All I can hear is him rummaging through something before an odd clacking sound breaks the silence. He walks back over to me and tosses what looks like a bundle of twigs all wrapped up at one end and splayed open at the other.
"I'll be honest, I haven't used these in decades." He picks them up and smack them against his palm. "Lucky for you, they're about to make a comeback."
Before I can think, he brings them down on my ass. Shrieking, I try to clench and lessen the pain; however, the way my feet are positioned, I'm shit out of luck. The sting lights along my skin before settling down into a dull warmth. It feels like his cane only a bit worse. The multiple branches mean multiple points of contact.
"Did I not tell you to not leave the room?"
Whack! The pain brings pinpricks of tears to my eyes. I fist the blanket as I ride out the wave, willing it to morph into something more sexual.
"Yes Sir."
"And did you obey me?"
Whack! I squeak and lift onto my toes. The lines start to overlap sending tendrils of pain through my entire ass. Tears gather at my eyes as the sting takes longer and longer to change into something more pleasurable.
"No Sir."
My voice warbles as I try to be strong and fierce. Whack! I cry out and slump forward, letting my tears fall in earnest. Even the punishments from the other day didn't hurt this badly. It tells me he was holding back. The way he mixed pleasure with his pain was divine. What I would give to be back at that moment: a good girl who was misunderstood.
Even as the pain clouds my brain, I'm very aware of the trickle of arousal sliding down my inner thigh. I can't shift my legs to get rid of the evidence. Asmon's breath is uneven as he lays down another strike to my ass, this time hitting that sensitive spot just under the cheek. Howling in pain, I sob into the blanket, letting everything flow out of me. It feels so good to just let it go.
In a loud clatter, Asmon tosses the branches down and sits down on the bed, pulling me over his lap. His hands take over, peppering my sensitive skin with swats. My fingertips scrabble at the floor as I try to get away from the onslaught. It's no use. His iron grip keeps me in place, never letting me go. My fight drains out of me and I slump over his legs, submitting to his iron will.
After a few moments, the swats lessen in their intensity and number until each smack feels like a half-hearted attempt to stay connected and punishment at the same time. He pauses to slide his hand across my fevered skin and down in between my legs.
"So wet for me. You are a naughty girl, aren't you?"
I can't answer him. My mind is a morass of thoughts and feelings. His nimble fingers dance around my clit, skimming everywhere else, but leaving that area untouched. Whining, I thrust my hips up at him, begging him to touch me where I need it most. Chuckling, he brings his hand back to my ass and delivers some more of those light pats that have a little sting but still make me a quivering mess of need.
This time, when his hand travels back down, he dips it deep inside, filling me with his finger. But not enough. Not nearly enough. I buck against him, driving him deeper inside. He pulls away, completely ignoring my protesting. Setting me back up at the bed, he bends me over and spreads my legs. The next sensation I feel is his warm mouth licking and teasing me. Moaning, I rock back into him, letting the sensations overwhelm me. Need coils in my belly, cutting off any thought except the pleasure he's providing.
He pulls away and stands behind me. His cock prods my entrance but doesn't slip in. Grunting, I push back against him, demanding he enter and fill me. With a laugh, he draws back, making me chase the air. We play this game of cat and mouse for far too long. I turn my head to look over my shoulder, prepared to beg him if that's what he wants, when his tail snakes out and wraps around my throat.
"Eyes forward Caitlin."
My name on his lips is the best thing I've ever heard. I quickly comply, hoping my swift obedience will get me what I want. Soon, his head is back at my entrance. He dips in just a touch before pulling back out. Moaning, I plant my hand on the bed, trying to submit and not force him into me. It's difficult, but I'm soon rewarded with him sliding in just a bit more before pulling back out.
"I thought I lost you," he whispers, his voice hoarse.
He slides back in, filling me all the way before dragging himself back out.
"I know you're independent. I love that you want to take on the world. But I can't - I won't - be put in that position again. I won't clutch you to me, praying to the Fathers to let you live."
His hips slam into me, nearly knocking me onto the bed. His hard length pulses inside me before he pulls out only to slam back in. Crying out, I arch my back, taking everything he's giving me. I feel his worry, his frustration, his love as he slams into me over and over again. Reaching out, he fists his hand in my hair and pulls me up against him. Removing his tail, he replaces it with his hand around my throat.
"You are my mate, and I'll do everything in my power to keep you safe, even if it's from yourself."
Words and thoughts bubble up inside me. Incoherent, I rock against him as he tightens his grip around my throat. "I accept you as my mate," I mutter with the bit of air I'm able to gasp.
My world tilts for just a moment as thoughts and feelings fill my body. I feel Asmon inside and out. Every emotion flows through me as if it's my own. Closing my eyes, I try to capture those feelings and send my love along the same channel. His grip tightens around my neck as he pulls my leg up to rest on the bed, changing the angle. Pleasure fills my body as he drags his cock against that sensitive area deep inside me
"Touch yourself. I want you to come all over my cock."
Spurred by his filthy words, I slide my fingers down to my clit and strum the hardened peak. Asmon's overwhelming love flows through the bond leaving me as breathless as his hand squeezing my throat. It fires off a chain reaction in my body. Pleasure explodes through, and I cry out, reaching up to brush against the fingers against my neck, needing that contact between us. After a few more thrusts, Asmon swells inside me, roaring as fills me with his essence.
Gasping for breath, I melt into his body, absorbing his strength. He slips out of me and lays me on the bed before walking over to the bathroom. As with last time, he brings a warm cloth and wipes me down. Contentment fills me, and if I'm reading our bond right, it fills him too. I smile up at him, practically purring at his ministrations. For the first time since I've met him, he feels languid and relaxed.
I can feel the beast inside of him as well, and he's sated and content. Scooting over next to me, Asmon wraps me in his arms, surrounding me with his warmth. I close my eyes and snuggle into him, letting my happiness fill me for just a moment. Soon though, my thoughts turn back to the issue surrounding the lists and Christmas.
Sensing my unease, Asmon pulls his arms around me tighter. "What has you so worried love?"
Frowning, I turn in his arms and look up at him. "I know it all worked out okay in the end, but that doesn't mean whoever sabotaged the lists should get away with it. Aren't you the spirit of punishment? Shouldn't you do something?"
He smiles at me and leans down to kiss my nose. "It brought you to me. I don't see why any punishment is needed."
Frowning, I bury my head in his chest. Something still doesn't seem right about all of this.
"Stop worrying about it. It's in Kris's hands now. If anyone can figure it out, it's Father Christmas.
"I suppose."
"Suppose nothing, wench. My word is law. Obey me."
I look up at Asmon as he makes a comical frown. Giggling, I lean up to kiss his lips. I may not have all the answers, but between Santa and Krampus, it has to turn out all right. Doesn't it?
The next morning, Asmon takes me back to our home. Thankfully, the storm has died down, making it a rather pleasant walk. We talk and laugh, just enjoying getting to know each other. The sadness that I feel from him when I tell him about my parents mingles with my own, letting me mourn them just a
bit more. Trying to knock off the sadness, I scoop my hands into the snow, forming a snowball. With his back turned, I toss it at him with all my strength, missing his shoulders and instead hitting him square in the head.
Growling, he turns and gives chase, letting me stay about a foot or so ahead of him. Stooping down, I just start throwing bits of snow at him, hoping to keep him at bay. He barrels through and pushes me down into the cold powder, pushing his massive frame into mine. Moaning, I lean up and kiss him, reveling in the contrast of his warmth with the cold at my back.
"I'm not going to take you out here in the snow, woman."
"Why not? Afraid a penguin will see?"
Smirking, he gets off of me and helps me up. "Because sound carries."
Reaching behind, he swats me hard before turning back in the direction of the house. Once we get there, I race ahead, eager to get inside and finish what we started. Instead, a flash of sparkle catches my eye. Bending over, I pick up a card from the front stoop. Krampus stands out in thick bold letters.
"I didn't know people wrote to you."
"They don't." He frowns at the envelope and pushes his way into the house.
"But aren't you the least bit curious?"
"Not really. I'm pretty sure if I'm getting a letter, it's from someone who thinks I'll answer their kinky fantasies."
Giggling, I slide my finger under the flap. "If that's the case, then I really want to read it."
The letter is simple with neat handwriting. A quick skim reveals that it's not what Asmon thinks at all. Leading him over to the fireplace, I set him down on the chair and sit in his lap.
Dear Krampus,
I'm writing to you instead of Santa because you need letters too.
I would like an iPad for Christmas and some crafting stuff.
Also, if you could punish my brother. He is so annoying.
And Santa for hogging Christmas.
Thank you, and Merry Christmas.
We both sit there for a moment before Asmon lets out a roar of laughter. "I want to frame that letter and send a copy to Kris." He wipes a tear from his eyes, his shoulders still shaking with mirth. "I don't think I can conjure an iPad, but I can for sure send them some crafting stuff. What do you think, leather?"
He scoops me out of his arms and sets me to the ground before heading off to his workbench. Bits of fabric and leather rain down as he rummages about looking for just the right thing to send. Shaking my head, I smile at the joy this letter brought him. I look back down at the paper and smooth it out before bringing to my lips. Such a dear, sweet child. Reading back through it, I chuckle at the idea of siccing Krampus on a sibling.
"See. Not everyone subscribes to that blowhard." I set the card down and wrap my arms about his neck. "But this does bring up a question I've been dying to ask."
He raises his eyebrow. "Oh?"
"Seeing as I'm your mate and all, does this mean that you won't be punishing anyone else for being naughty?" I pause for a moment, an idea lighting me up from the inside. "Does this mean that I'll get all the punishments?"
Asmon chuckles and kisses me hard, forcing his tongue past my lips. Pulling away, he smooths back my hair and looks deep into my eyes.
"I wish I could love. But then again, I'm probably going to be punishing your lovely ass daily." He sobers. "But there's a balance. Kris is the gift giver, I'm the justice. At least that's how it should be. I have to balance things out by bringing a person here every Christmas to punish."
My face falls, and I try to hide my disappointment and jealousy. "I see. So, you'll just be grabbing more sexy women every year?"
"It's not like that love. Now that I have you, it will be strictly punishment. No funny business."
"Does that mean I can watch?"
He peers at me for a moment, his brain churning. "Do you want to watch, or do you want to help?"
I gasp. "I can do that?"
Shrugging, Asmon pulls me close to him. "We're making this up as we go along. Who's to say we can't?"
"I love you Krampus." I sigh into his shirt.
"I love you too my nice, little girl."
Epilogue: Noel
The tracks from last night are completely erased this morning. I must be in the right spot, but there's not really any way to tell. All around me frozen wasteland and glass trees block my view. Frowning, I come across the spot, or at least my nearest estimation and hunch down. Nothing about the area smells off. At least there's not the odor of death. Thank the Fathers she didn't actually die.
Rising back up, I square my shoulders and head towards North Pole Proper. Anxiety churns in my gut the closer I get. I must break free, but I don't know how. Only one person can save me, and that's Father Christmas. That's if he even listens. The days and weeks I've spent hiding out at Northport taught me one thing, the line of Claus must come down. Kris is nothing but an overindulgent child that must be stopped at all costs.
I nibble on my bottom lip, engrossed in my thoughts. But when he was needed the most, he showed up. That must count for something. Right? Nodding, I continue my trek, trying to put my mutinous thoughts behind me. The decision is already made, I just have to have enough gumption to follow though. Groaning, I pause at the gates, my mind swirling with conflict.
Forcing myself across the threshold, I exhale my breath and make my way back up to Northport. Reaching to my side, I palm my trusty dagger. Worst case scenario, there will be no more Christmas. Best case scenario, I'll free myself of this burden and finally live the life I was meant to have. Between the two options, I'm rooting for the latter. Without Christmas, the world would fly into chaos.
I look up at the sky, wishing the Fathers would show me the right path. Do they answer all prayers or just those that belong to the nice? Hanging my head, I scuff my toe along the ground, drawing a line in the snow. If they don't answer the prayers of the naughty, then I'm royally fucked.
THE END
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Vivian Murdoch is a sassy, mouthy submissive that love the written word. Though her day job keeps her hands busy, her mind is constantly crafting sexy worlds for her characters to play in. She lives with her own alpha hottie and three cats, all of whom are severely spoiled. Because she likes to write from a position of knowledge, whenever she can, she’ll try out whatever hellish ordeal she’s going to put her characters through first. Thus, in this household, “for science” is said very frequently.
Other Books by Vivian Murdoch
Loftry University Playthings Series
Teacher’s Toy: https://books2read.com/u/4A7gEp
Midnight Doms
One Night With a Vampire (All Souls’ Night anthology): https://books2read.com/u/49lN58
The Vampire’s Prey: https://books2read.com/u/31YKAr
Dark Christmas Duet
Nice: https://books2read.com/u/mKydwV
Naughty (not up for preorder yet)
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