Page 3 of Cupid's Naughty Elf

All she can do is swallow hard and clench her hands in frustration. Look at me with heated eyes while my smirk deepens.

This is her doing.

I warned her last night.

Stopping at the edge of the bed, I lean over her strapped right foot and pump a few times in rapid succession, watching with pride as a few pearl-like drops slip from the slit and onto her candy-cane-painted toes.

I’m marking her. The first of many tonight.

Before sunrise, Piper Christmas Valentine will be filthy and full of me.

She’s at my mercy. My perfect little fuck toy.

The pre-cum slides down her toes, leaving a trail of my scent across her skin, and a pleasurable shiver rushes up my spine. The force of it causes my abs to clench and my cock to throb so hard it’s nearly painful, something she notices.

Fuck. She’s the most beautiful canvas.

Hooded eyes look at me from under long lashes, a small smile curling at the edge of her pouty mouth. Her tone is almost challenging. “What is the meaning of this, Mr. Rutherford?”

Motherfuck, I want to bite her.

I want to spread that sinful shade of red across her lips with the head of my cock before feeding her every solid inch. She’d be so beautiful whilechoking on all ten inches, those pretty hazel eyes looking up at me with tears running down her cheeks, and I’d follow each drop.

Revel in the mess I’ve created.Soon.

Because I’ve added every single one of her sins to a naughty list and detailed each respective punishment underneath:

Spanking.

Denial.

Choking: use as my personal cock-sleeve.

She’ll cry. Beg. And I’ll deny her until the lightest stroke of my tongue across her sensitive clit sets her off, but first...

Eyes on her, I fuck my fist with tight pumps of my hips. For every low whimper that escapes her, I drag my thumb across the swollen tip and spread the collecting beads down the shaft. I’m swollen and throbbing, pleasure spiking across my every nerve ending, but it’s the way her small pink tongue glides across her bottom lip that hammers the final nail in her coffin.

Rope after rope of cum decorate her feet, sliding down from her dainty toes to the delicate ankle bracelet I bought for her birthday last year.Beautiful.Rubbing the tip across the mess I’ve made, I make sure to spread it—rub it in—not stopping until Piper’s feet are shiny, and her hips unconsciously lift in invitation.

Her thighs tremble, too, shorts pulled tight against her wet cunt. The fabric has a dark spot right above her entrance, highlighting her need for me.

For my touch. For a release.

She’s my perfect little Christmas tree.

“Liam, please. I?—”

“Patience, sugar plum.”

“But I’m?—”

“You shouldn’t have teased me, darling.”

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PIPER

MY DARK KNIGHT

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