Page 106 of Hot Chocolate & Hitmen

It’s when I finally reach the last place I thought to look–the home gym–that I finally find them.

And it’s my jaw that drops as I stare atthemhungrily.

“Merry Christmas, Grace,” They speak in unison with matching smirks as I take in the scene inch by aching inch.

The guys are standing side by side,completelybare aside from the large, glittery Christmas bows tied around their hips, artfully placed to cover just enough to leave me blushing, but not quite enough to keep my imagination from running wild. The room is decked out in more Christmas lights than I even knew we had, casting a colorful glow over the scene.

Key, ever the instigator, strikes a pose reminiscent of a male model from a holiday-themed photoshoot, flexing his biceps and giving a little wink. “Like what you see, Sugar? I told them we had to make this Christmas unforgettable.”

I swallow hard, my heart racing as warmth floods my cheeks. “Oh, I approve,” I manage, my voice shaky with excitement and a laugh I can’t quite contain. “This is definitely...the best gift I’ve ever gotten.”

Key’s grin widens, and he steps forward. “And we’re just getting started, Grace. This is your day, after all. The question is, where do you want to start unwrapping first?”

“Little One,” Teddy draws my attention away from where it was fixated to the precariously placed bow over Key’s cock, looking as if just one slight movement was going to knock it loose–which, unfortunately, has yet to happen.

He chuckles at the look on my face before his gaze darkens and he turns stern once more. “Are you ready for your present?”

I jerk my head in a nod, eyes wide when they all prowl forward in unison.

My heart beats a wild rhythm, faster than a sleigh ride in a snowstorm. The guys–my guys–circle me like hunters with their prey, but there’s no fear, only the delicious thrill of anticipation curling low in my belly.

Atlas' eyes meet mine, dark and hungry, before they sweep over me with a possessive gleam. He grabs a string of Christmas lights from the floor that I didn’t notice before and tests the weight of them in his hands, a smirk curving his lips as he glances at Teddy behind me.

Reading whatever silent suggestion he must have given him, Teddy bites at my earlobe and guides me backward. His rough, calloused fingers ghost over my wrists as he murmurs, “Hands up, Grace.”

I obey, lifting my arms above my head, my skin instantly prickling with goosebumps as he removes my dress in one swift movement. “Good girl.” He chuckles when he sees my obvious lack of underwear or bra.

With a firm yet gentle touch, Teddy pulls my arms behind me, crossing my wrists at the base of my spine. The cool, smooth texture of the Christmas lights brushes against my skin as Atlas steps forward, wrapping them around my wrists, looping and twisting with expert precision. Each loop tightens just enough to hold me secure but leaves enough give to tease and remind me of their presence. The slight hum of the lights' electricity buzzes against my skin, adding a sharp edge to the heat building in my core.

Key watches with an almost lazy interest, his eyes glinting with a dark amusement as he toys with the candy cane in his hand, its end tickling as he lightly drags it over one of my nipples. It’s one of those candy canes with no curve, thickerthan five normal ones put together. Instead of red and white, it’s green and black.

“You look good like this,” he says, voice dark and playful. He steps in close, tracing the candy cane along the curve of my collarbone, leaving a trail of cool, sticky sweetness.

“Lift her,” Teddy orders, his voice thick with command.

Atlas’ strong arms slide around my waist, lifting me effortlessly off the ground. My breath catches as I’m guided backward, my back pressing against the cold, hard frame of the pull-up bar. The chill of the metal sends a jolt through me, contrasting sharply with the warmth of the lights and the searing heat of their gazes.

Teddy loops the remaining length of lights around my arms and secures them to the bar, leaving me suspended, stretched, and exposed. With a glance at Atlas, they maneuver me upright, my body lifted and bound at both ends to the bar. The lights wrap snugly around my arms and torso, while another length is skillfully wound around my thighs, spreading them apart and securing them in place.

The bulbs press into the tender flesh of my inner thighs, their warmth an electrifying reminder of my vulnerability. I’m suspended and unable to move, every breath making the lights tighten and pulse against my skin, sending sharp, thrilling shocks through my entire body.

Teddy steps back, taking a moment to admire their work. His dark eyes smolder as they rake over my bound form, the glow from the lights casting shadows that dance across my bare skin. “Perfect,” he murmurs, reaching out to slide his thumb over my parted lips. “So responsive.”

“But we’re not done,” Key interjects, a wicked grin spreading across his face.

Atlas’s hands move to a tray of holiday items they must have brought in earlier, selecting a thick red ribbon. He wraps itaround my waist, tying it tightly with a bow that sits just above my cunt. The silk digs into my skin, a sharp contrast to the twinkling lights. His eyes darken with satisfaction as he trails his fingers along the ribbon. “A gift worth unwrapping,” he growls.

Teddy reaches over, picking up a small jingle bell and holding it up to my throat. The cool metal vibrates with each shaky breath I take. “Every sound you make is ours,” he whispers, fastening it around my neck so it jingles with every movement. Just tight enough to threaten to cut off my air supply if I tense too much.

Key’s grin widens as he claims my attention, stepping in front of me with a predatory gleam. The candy cane in his hand catches the light, its black and green stripes practically daring me. He holds it to my lips, his eyes smoldering with that familiar, wicked glint. “Open up, Sugar.”

My breath hitches, my heart thundering in my chest, but I part my lips, obediently letting the cool, minty treat slip inside. The chocolatey mint taste floods my senses, and a tremor of anticipation races down my spine. Key’s gaze never wavers, dark and consuming, watching intently as I suck on the candy cane, the sticky sweetness coating my tongue and sending a rush of heat through me.

“That’s it,” he murmurs, voice rough with desire, each word licking at my resolve. He withdraws the candy, now glistening and wet, and captures my jaw in his hand, leaning in to trace his tongue along the seam of my lips. The minty tang mixes with the intoxicating warmth of him, and my pulse spikes, a soft whimper breaking free as he pulls away, leaving me breathless.

He smirks, slipping the candy cane back, this time placing it horizontally between my teeth and gently closing my jaw over it. The cool, curved edge digs into the corners of my mouth, a playful reminder of what hangs in the balance. “Don’t drop it, Sugar, or we will have to start all over again.”

Teddy’s eyes darken further as he takes in the sight of me–bound, gagged, and completely at their mercy. The jingle bell around my neck trembles with each shallow breath I take, the soft sound a reminder of my surrender.

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