Page 107 of Hot Chocolate & Hitmen

He steps closer, and I feel the heat of him, the raw desire radiating off him in waves. His hand cracks down hard on one of the bulbs pressed against my thigh, sending a jolt of electricity shooting through me.

My moan is muffled by the candy cane, but my body arches against the bar, every nerve ending on fire. He smirks and repeats the action on the other side, and I cry out against the candy, my back arching as pure, unadulterated pleasure courses through me.

“You like that, don’t you?” he purrs, his voice a low growl that sends shivers down my spine. “Our sweet little angel is secretly a dirty little submissive, aren’t you? Begging for more.”

I whimper, my body aching, desperate for their touch.

Atlas’ hands are suddenly on me. Cupping my breasts, then squeezing and pinching the sensitive tips, hurting just enough to send another wave of pleasure-pain through me. I jerk against my bonds, groaning as the jingle bell around my neck chimes in time with the pounding of my heart.

Teddy and Atlas work in tandem, spanking my ass and thighs. Their hands exploring everywhere except for the one place I’m dying to have their touch. Leaving behind a trail of heat and light along my overheated skin, each smack sends a current through me, causing my arousal to coat my thighs in anticipation of what comes next.

As if reading my mind, Key steps closer, his body radiating heat like a furnace as he leans in. He trails his hand between my legs, exploring my sopping folds with a dark chuckle.

“You’re fucking loving this, you dirty girl.”

He teases me with feather-light grazes of his fingers, the direct contrast to the punishing force of Atlas and Teddy’s ministrations driving me insane. My body is a taut bowstring, ready to snap at the slightest provocation.

And it does.

With one brutal pinch to my clit, I’m shoved over the edge, my body convulsing against the pull-up bar as wave after wave of intense ecstasy crashes over me. The lights holding me captive seem to explode with each shuddering pulse, their twinkling glow bathing us in a kaleidoscope of colors as the jingle bell at my neck chimes in time with my moans, producing a furious ringing sound.

Key’s hand never leaves me, never stops pinching, prolonging the mind-shattering pleasure. My jaw aches from the grip of the candy cane as sticky drool paints my chest and my own juices cascade down my thighs.

Finally, he pulls away, and I slump in my bonds. Panting and spent, my body is a quivering mess. The three of them stand before me, their cocks hard and ready, impossible to hide beneath the giant bows at their hips.

Teddy steps forward, a wicked glint in his eyes, and I know this is just the beginning. Slowly, he undoes the bow around his waist. “Merry fucking Christmas, Little One.”

As the bow drops to the floor, followed by two more from Key and Atlas, he reaches into a box I didn’t notice before and pulls out a thick, leather sleigh-bell strap. The soft jingling sound is like a promise of the kinky, holiday-themed punishment they are yet to deliver.

Teddy stands sentry right in front of me while Atlas moves behind me and positions himself at my entrance. He grips my spread thighs firmly, the warmth of his body a stark contrast to the cool air against my skin. He teases me with his tip, not quite entering but enough to make my breath hitch and thejingle bell around my neck chime in anticipation. The relentless pull between pleasure and torment is a heady cocktail that intoxicates every inch of me.

Atlas leans forward, his breath hot against my ear as he whispers, "Are you ready for your gift?" His voice is a low rumble that sends a thrill racing through my veins.

I nod, the candy cane still held between my teeth, knowing that words are unnecessary when my body speaks volumes. The jingle bell rings softly as I shift in anticipation, its melody harmonizing with the pounding of my heart.

In a swift motion, Atlas thrusts into me, filling me completely. My muffled scream dissipates into the room as the sudden fullness sends a shock wave of pleasure rippling through me. Each movement he makes is controlled yet wild, tapping into a primal rhythm that threatens to unravel me completely.

I’m delirious when Key kneels in front of my cunt, his eyes filled with lust and mischief. His touch is a delicate whisper across Atlas’ thrusting form as his fingers ghost over my sensitive thighs, a counterpoint to the overwhelming sensations drowning me. He leans in closer, his mouth so close to my dripping core that his breath feels like a whisper on my skin.

Atlas’ thrusts are relentless, each one driving deeper, pushing me further into the intoxicating abyss of nirvana. The jingle bell dances with every movement, a musical testament to my surrender to this symphony of sensation.

Key's tongue flickers out, teasing me mercilessly as he skillfully navigates between gentle licks and greedy sucks, drawing out more muffled cries from my candy-stuffed mouth. I am caught in the sweet torment of being filled and pleasured from all sides.

Their combined torment is enough to have stars dancing at the edge of my vision. I squeeze my eyes shut in a desperate attempt to find some sort of anchor in the onslaught of pleasure.

Enough so, the whistle of bells and following snap of leather takes me by surprise and I squeal as the resulting sting on my breast has my eyes snapping open once more to see a wicked grin on Teddy’s face.

“Eyes open,” he growls, eyes glinting with pure hunger and domination. “Don’t you dare look away from me.”

I nod, eyes wide, my pulse a wild drumbeat beneath my skin. Teddy’s presence is commanding as he steps closer, his eyes never leaving mine as he raises the strap again. The leather whistles through the air, landing on my other breast with a sharp sting that pulls a muffled cry from deep within me. My body arches involuntarily, pushing against Atlas and meeting his every move with an increasing fervor.

“Fuck,” he groans at the resulting vise my cunt forms around him. The word is a guttural sound that resonates through the intensity binding us together.

His rhythm quickens, matching the frantic beat of my heart as he drives into me even deeper, each thrust more forceful than the last, forcing me further into a chaotic spiral of pleasure that borders on the edge of pain. The jingle bell around my neck rings out in an erratic symphony with each violent motion, echoing in every corner of my mind.

Key’s tongue works in tandem with Atlas, drawing relentless patterns against my swollen clit, stoking the fire burning within me. His ministrations are merciless; every flick and press is designed to push me closer to oblivion. I’m overwhelmed by their combined touch, each sensation pulling me further into a world where all that exists is the three of them and the intoxicating rhythm they've created.

“Look at you," Teddy murmurs, his voice reverberating through my bones as he swings the strap again, this time over my abdomen in a wicked whip. "So eager to please."

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