Page 23 of Kraved By Krampus

The temperature in the room drops suddenly, but before I can react, he has grabbed my wrists, pulling my hands in front of me. He lifts my oversized sweater over my head and off my arms, and then binds my wrists with what seems to be a lock of shadow, the binding warm and comforting against my skin.

I look up at him with alarm. “What are you doing?”

Krampus grins, and the expression is pure sin. “Just playing along with your fantasies, little one.”

I flush, realizing that he’s referring to the scene I wrote. The one where he ties up and teases his muse until she begs for release. The one I burned.

“Are you sure about this?” I ask, my voice shaking slightly.

“I’m sure of everything with you,” Krampus replies, his voice low and husky. “Now, be a good girl and let me take care of you.”

He steps back and reaches up, bringing down a chain hook from the ceiling. He loops it through the bindings on my wrists, and suddenly, I’m stretched out with my arms above my head.

I struggle against the bindings, but they hold fast. Krampus chuckles, his voice a low rumble. “No use fighting it, little one. You know you want this.”

I bite my lip, feeling a rush of heat flood my body. It’s humiliating to be so vulnerable, so exposed, but at the same time, it’s thrilling. I’ve never felt so desired, so wanted.

“Well, well,” he says, his hot breath tickling my ear. “What do we have here? Little Miss Naughty?”

I squirm against the chains, but they hold me fast. Krampus laughs, the sound that’s sinister and seductive.

Krampus steps closer, his eyes roving over my body, taking in every curve, every dip. I blush under his scrutiny, feeling like I’m on display for his pleasure.

“Ah, my little muse,” he purrs, trailing a claw down my cheek. “So resistant, but so responsive. I can smell your arousal, feel your excitement, taste your fear. It’s intoxicating.”

With that, he leans in, his lips brushing against my throat in the softest of kisses. I shudder, feeling his hot breath on my skin, and I feel my body respond, my pussy growing slick with need.

“You’re so beautiful like this. Offering yourself to me,” he murmurs, his breath hot against my skin. “I can hardly wait to taste every inch of you.”

Krampus trails kisses down my neck, his tongue flicking out to taste my skin. I moan, my head falling back in pleasure, and he chuckles, the sound making my body tingle with excitement.

“You like that, don’t you?” His lips brush against my ear. “Being at my mercy, knowing that I can do whatever I want to you.”

I whimper, feeling a rush of heat flood my body at his words. It’s true, I do like it, even if I’m ashamed to admit it to myself. Being at his mercy, being completely under his control, it’s exhilarating.

Krampus must sense my hesitation, because he pulls back, his eyes searching mine. “Clara, you’re not alone in this. I want you, all of you. And I’ll take my time exploring every inch of you, until you know just how much I crave you.”

I shudder, feeling a mix of desire and fear. Krampus is dark, dangerous, but I can’t deny the way my body reacts to him, the way I ache for his touch.

He must sense my surrender, because he grins, his eyes gleaming with wicked intent. “Good girl,” he murmurs, his hands caressing my skin.

Krampus’s fingers dance along the edge of my pants, before he removes them from me with a single slice of his claw. His other claw presses against my clit though my underwear and I gasp, feeling a jolt of pleasure shoot through me.

“Sensitive, are we?” he teases as his fingers move against me. “And so wet already.”

I try to push my hips forward, seeking more of his touch, but he pulls back, leaving me aching and frustrated.

“Ah, ah,” he chides, wagging a finger at me. “Patience, my little muse. We haven’t even begun to play yet.”

With that, he slices my underwear too, retracts his claw and plunges a finger into my pussy, his touch deep and demanding. I cry out, arching my back in pleasure, and he chuckles, the sound vibrating against my skin.

“That’s it,” he murmurs, his finger pumping in and out of me. “Let me feel how wet you are for me.”

I moan, feeling my juices dripping down my thighs, coating Krampus’s finger. He smirks, the look both arrogant and triumphant.

“You’re mine,” he growls, adding another finger and rubbing against my g-spot, sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body. “Say it.”

“Yours,” I gasp, my body trembling with need.

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