Page 12 of Yule Be Mine
And every night, I made sure she knew it.
I made my way into our bedroom, grabbed the Krampus mask in one hand and a string of white, holiday lights in the other, and went back to my wife.
The soft sound of the fire crackling filled the great room, and for just a second, I stood there and watched her. She brought the thick throw closer to her chest and snuggled down deeper into the chair.
“Still cold?” I asked, my voice soft as I made my way toward her.
Sophia looked up, her gaze locking onto mine, her lips curving into a smile. It was the sweet kind of sight that told me she was on to me, even though I kept my hands—and the items I held—hidden behind my back.
She was perceptive and almost always knew when I was up to something.
“I’m okay,” she murmured, taking a slow sip of her wine. “But I could use some heating up if you have any ideas on how to make that happen?”
I looked at her left hand, the big diamond ring catching the firelight. The longer I stayed silent the more the tension between us thickened. I brought my hands out from behind my back and held up the mask, letting the lights dangle from my fingers. “I think I have a few ideas of how to help you out.” I slowly smiled.
Her breath caught, and I could see the way her pulse quickened at her throat. Gradually, deliberately, she set her glass down and rose from the chair, letting the blanket fall to the floor.
“Come closer, baby girl.”
Her smile turned wicked but submissive, and when she spoke, her voice was soft yet brimming with intent. “God, you’re so hot when you’re in dominant mode.”
That simple admission sent a rush of heat through me, and it was dark and deeply rooted. I dropped the lights onto the chairbeside me and reached for her, pulling Sophia against my chest, my hold on her purely possessive.
She tilted her head and brushed her lips against mine. It was the faintest of touches, and when she whispered, “What do you want with me, Daddy?” the breath was sucked from my very lungs.
The fire crackled beside us as I gave her one deep, thorough kiss, then pulled away to slip the mask over my face. I wanted her to remember—to take within herself—the darkness and total consumption we shared.
Her breaths came harder and faster as she stared into my glowing red eyes, and when she gripped my shirt, pulling me closer, I vowed I was going to make her mine… again.
From the moment I met Sophia, I knew she was special. I knew I would never want anyone but her.
There was no turning back for either of us. We were bound together. Forever.
I stepped back, the holiday lights still in my hand, taking a seat on the loveseat and relaxed against the cushion, spreading my legs slightly so she had room to do what I wanted.
“Be a good girl and get undressed for me,” I said, my voice muffled by the mask. “And then come sit on my lap.” I patted my thigh, smiling beneath the mask even though she couldn't see me. She swayed as if dizzied from my words.
She moved closer, doing what I said.
She knew who and what I was and how deep and depraved my desires went. Yet, my good little girl acted shy every single time. I laughed gruffly, a chuckle that had Sophia clenching her thighs together.
She licked her lips, not speaking but neither of us needed to say a damn word.
When she was naked and right in front of me, I snapped my hand out and curled it roughly around her waist, digging my fingers into her flesh until I knew it’d leave marks.
She gasped at the force with which I held her, and her eyes seemed to close without her consent. She seemed almost intoxicated as she rocked on her feet, and I pulled her so that she lost her balance and fell onto my lap. When I positioned her the way I wanted, she was left sitting on my lap sideways, with her legs thrown over the arm of the chair and her nude body on full display for me.
Sophia’s bare skin was so warm against me that I knew she needed no more help heating up, even as her body trembled ever-so-slightly as the firelight flickered across the room. There was no doubt it was from anticipation rather than being chilled. I just stared at her for long seconds, mesmerized and transfixed by the sight of her.
The Krampus mask rested heavily over my face, its horns casting long shadows up the walls. Even though the mask was extensively embellished right down to battery-powered tiny red bulbs along the inside of the eye holes to make them glow, I could see every detail of her to perfection.
I traced my fingers along her arm, and she shivered in response, her body betraying her eagerness.
“You trust me, don’t you?” I asked, my breath hot inside the mask.
Her gaze met mine, and she nodded instantly. “Of course,” she whispered. “Always, Lucian… Krampus.”
Beside me, the string of holiday lights lay waiting to be put to use. I picked them up slowly, purposefully, wanting her to see what my intentions were. Her breath hitched as I wound the lights around her.