Page 21 of Guarded By the Krampus

Her hands found my base, wrapped around it, and then sunk down, down, down, as my dick strained up to meet her.

“Oh my God,” she whispered.

“I wasn’t joking last night.”

“And…this?” she asked, finding the tip of me, where my jewelry was clipped. One of her hands held me, while the other followed the chain to my thigh.

“If I don’t do that, it gets in the way.”

“Aren’t you worried about catching it on something?”

“If something’s that close to my dick without me knowing it, I have bigger problems,” I said. Her hands were quiet as she took the moment in. “You, uh, might want to hurry.”

“I’m a bit scared to unleash it,” she confessed.

“Don’t be. It would never hurt you.”

I didn’t know if it was my statement, or the sound of men shouting outside, followed by several large bangs, that rushed her to action, but her she started working on opening up the ring on my PA. Luckily, as a sculptor, she had strong fingers, and I heard it’s trapped ball fall on the floor, and quickly roll off.

“Good,” I said. “Now just unthread it, and give it to me.”

She held my dick still with one hand—while it practically rose to attack her—and did as she was told, putting the piece of steel inside my hands.

I used my satyr’s strength to straighten it, hopefully enough to where it could substitute for a lockpick. “Will this work?” I asked, offering it back out to her.

Her hands fumbled over mine in the dark before finding it. “Only one way to know,” she said, taking it from me, before searching my cuffs for their keyhole.

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

She had my cuffs off in under a minute, and the ones on my ankles a minute after that.

“How did you learn all this stuff?” I asked her, mystified.

“You free up a lot of time when you can’t watch TV,” she said, tossing the piercing aside.

I snorted. “Leave the rest of this up to me.”

I first went over and tried the door handle like a normal person might, but when that didn’t work, I backed up away from it to the opposing wall, and then ran myself at it, full force, with my shoulder.

It splintered like it was balsa wood—and then I bowed to Satin. “My lady,” I said, gesturing toward the door—but she didn’t move.

Because she couldn’t seeorsense me.

But I loved her nonetheless.

I peeked out into the service hallway, where it appeared that chaos reigned—and I scented smoke and gunpowder right away.

“Can I carry you?” I remembered to ask, at the same time as I strode for her.

“Please,” she said, putting out both her hands.

I swept her into my arms and ducked outside, using my memory of the blueprints she’d shown me to try to navigate a way out via the service corridors. There was someone howling in pain up ahead—and I passed a body with their arm blown off.

“Put your shirt over your nose,” I told her.What the fuck had happened here?

She strained up in my arms, without doing as she was told, listening and sniffing the air. “Salvio’s an idiot.”

I didn’t disagree. “What’d he do?”

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