Page 20 of Slay All The Way

I laugh. It bubbles up, sharp and giddy, echoing through the room like music. “Oh, sweetheart,” I say, leaning in close, my breath warm against her ear. “You can pretend all you want, but we both know you have no intentions of actually escaping me.”

She glares at me, her icy blue eyes blazing with defiance as she struggles against the ribbon, testing the restraints. It’s almost cute how she thinks she stands a chance. The ribbon holds firm, keeping her wrists tied above her head, stretched out and helpless. She’s perfect like this—vulnerable, yet still trying to act tough. My little snowflake.

“This isn’t a game,” she snaps, her lips curling into a sneer. “You can’t just?—”

“Can’t what?” I cut her off, grinning as I reach out, my fingers tracing the line of her neck. She shivers under my touch, and I catch the way her breath hitches, just for a second. “You keep saying what I can’t do, but here you are. Tied up, all pretty and helpless for me. Don’t worry, though—I’ll take good care of you.”

She scoffs, tossing her head like she’s still in control. “You’re fucking insane. You think this is turning me on? You think I want this? I don’t even know you’re name!”

I tilt my head, a laugh slipping from my lips. “Oh, snowflake. Iknowyou want this.” I press my hand to her chest, feeling her heartbeat thrum beneath her skin, fast and frantic. “That pulse tells me everything I need to know. So does the way you’re squirming. Not to get away, no, no, you’re squirming, cause Johnny here, has you so goddamn excited.”

Her eyes narrow. “You’re delusional,Johnny.”

“Delusional?” I repeat, my grin widening behind my mask at the sound of my name on her tongue. “Maybe. But I’m not wrong.” I move my hand lower, just grazing the edge of her thigh, watching as she stiffens, trying to hold back a reaction. “Your pretty little mouth keeps fighting, but your body is telling a whole different story, snowflake.”

She glares at me, but I see the flash of something else in her eyes—something she’s trying to bury, but it’s there. Lust. Desire. And it makes my cock twitch.

“I swear to God?—”

“You swear to God?” I interrupt, laughing again. “That’s cute. What, you gonna pray for me? For us?” I lean down, my face inches from hers, and she freezes. “I’ll save you the trouble. I’m your god now. And I don’t need prayers, just you.”

“Go to hell.”

“Oh, I’ve been there,” I whisper, my voice low and dangerous. “And I’d drag you with me in a heartbeat. But this… this is better.” I reach for her face, stroking her cheek, my fingerslingering on her lips. “You want me, snowflake. You can lie to yourself all you want, but you can’t fucking lie to me.”

She pulls her face away, but the movement’s stiff, almost reluctant. “This is sick.”

“And yet,” I chuckle, “you like it.”

Her jaw clenches, lips pressed into a thin line, but I know. Oh, I know exactly what’s going through her head. She’s defiant, but there’s no denying the heat between us, the way her body reacts, even when her mind says no.

“Tell me, snowflake,” I coo, sitting back to admire her, bound and struggling but oh-so-tempting. “Why haven’t you screamed? Why aren’t you begging for me to stop? Hmm? Maybe because you don’t want me to?”

Her silence is answer enough.

“That’s what I thought.” I stand, moving to the foot of the bed, dragging my eyes up and down her restrained form, enjoying every second of this. “You’re mine now, and you like it.”

She glares at me, but there’s desire in that look, and I can see it, no matter how much she tries to hide it.

“I’ll never be yours,” she repeats, but there’s less fire in her voice now, and I can feel it. She’s breaking. Slowly. Sweetly.

“We’ll see about that.” I grin, leaning in again, my lips brushing her ear. “And when you finally admit it, when you finally say my name like youmeanit, I’ll be right here. Ready to unwrap my gift.”

My grin widens as I pull back just enough to admire the view before me—her tied wrists above her head, her body tense with a mix of defiance and anticipation. The fire she clung to earlier is dimming, giving way to something rawer, deeper. Much like the customers at the circus once the drugs kick in. I can see her morals melting away by the way her chest rises and falls, and in the subtle shiver that runs through her as my breath brushes against her soft skin.

“You’re mine,” I murmur, voice low and dangerous, as my fingers trace the waistband of her leggings. She jerks beneath me, but it’s not out of resistance. It’s more like her body is reacting instinctively, betraying her mind. I tug at the waistband, peeling the tight fabric down slowly, savoring the way her skin is revealed inch by inch. Her breath hitches, hips lifting ever so slightly off the bed, almost like she’s helping me strip her.

My little snowflake doesn’t want to admit it, but her body is telling me the truth.

I slip her leggings down her legs, and toss them on the floor, leaving her bare from the waist down, her panties already damp from the heat between her thighs. I run a single finger over the thin fabric, pressing down slightly, just enough to feel her shudder. “You’re soaked,” I whisper, my voice thick with satisfaction, and she lets out a sharp breath, as though the words sting more than she wants them to.

I don’t give her time to react, though. My hand travels upward, finding the hem of her shirt. Slowly, methodically, I pull a knife from my pocket, the blade glinting in the low light. Her eyes widen, but she doesn’t scream. No she just watches, her eyes fixated on my hand wrapped around the small blade. I catch the brief flash of fear before her gaze hardens, contempt struggling to flare up once more.

“Relax, snowflake,” I purr, the cold edge of the blade grazing her stomach as I slip it beneath the fabric. “I’m just unwrapping my gift. It is Christmas morning after all, and even Santa deserves at least one present.”

In one swift movement, I slice through the thin material, the fabric parting easily, exposing her tits to the cool air. I drag the blade higher, letting it nick her skin just enough to make her squirm, her breath quickening. I toss the torn shirt aside, leaving her naked and vulnerable beneath me.

Fuck she is a the prettiest sight. Wrists still bound to the headboard behind her, bare chest rising. It’s almost enough to make me bust right here, just another stain to add to the Santa suit.Almost.

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