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“What has gotten into you?”

“You pissed me off. I’ll submit to you when we are playing bedroom games, but don’t think you have any control over my business life. I have no fucking idea who you are. You are basically stalking me, who knows for how long, and you expect me to still invite people into my home to unknowingly expose themselves to you, and whoever else watches what you catch on camera?”

“No one sees into this house but me.” He hisses.

“So you say. But I don’t know you. I wouldn’t be able to spot you in a lineup, or even know your name to stalk you on Facebook. I will play your game, but I won’t risk my guests.”

He remains quiet for a few beats before speaking again.

“Fine. But you’re still getting punished for being a brat.”

He drags me off the bed and I slip and fall with a thud to the floor, struggling to find balance with my hands tied behind my back. His firm hands wrap around my upper arms as he manoeuvres me on the floor, pressing me back against the bed, and a moment later, the hot silk of his dick nudges my lips.

“Open. I’m going to fuck your mouth. And I won’t be gentle.”

Christ.

Heat pools between my legs at his words, obviously not getting the memo that this is a punishment, and I open my mouth wide to accommodate his girth, giving in way too easily.

He was telling the truth when he said he was going to fuck my mouth. That’s exactly what he does.

From his first brutal thrust, I gag forcefully, my eyes instantly watering. I whimper around his thick shaft, the sound muffled as he pounds into my throat. I have little time to prepare for each thrust, and gag numerous times, his cock invading my throat, only letting me breathe occasionally as he punishes my mouth.

It’s more brutal than yesterday, and done with a fierceness I’m not unfamiliar with. Many guys at sex parties like to fuck mouths this way. It’s an ultimate domination. And because I’m a little sex twisted, by the time he’s choking me with his cum, I’m weeping from my core, even as I tremble with fear that perhaps I don’t know this man after all.

Once he’s done, he leaves me for a few minutes, panting and gasping to fill my lungs with oxygen again, my body feeling weak from trying to hold strong.

I can hear Santa moving around my house, taking his time to do whatever the hell it is he’s doing before he returns to me.

“Up.” He demands, his voice hard but not filled with so much anger now.

I struggle to my feet, given my lack of hands to help me up. My trembling limbs not helping. Santa’s large hand wraps around my upper arm, and he leads me somewhere not too far before attaching some sort of cuff to each of my wrists still bound behind my back.

Once they are secure, he undoes the binding around my wrists before holding each arm up above my head and attaching the cuff to something. Then he cuffs my ankles before they are pushed apart with the familiar click of a spreader bar, forcing my stance awkwardly wide.

“Would you like to come, my little elf?”

His deep voice startles me in the silence, and I jerk before nodding quickly.

“Y-yes.”

“Why are you shaking?” He snaps, and I flinch a little.

Heat pricks the back of my eyes as my emotions battle to be set free, and I bite my lower lip, shaking my head.

“Aggie.” His voice is softer this time, the harsh tone from moments ago now gone. “You can tell me to stop, and I will.”

Shit. Can I? I’m not sure if he’s just playing with me or not.

I’m struggling to understand the emotional chaos whipping through my brain. I like brutal hard-core fucking. It’s not unfamiliar to me, so why does what he did make me want to cry?

The other question is, do I want him to stop?

I should want him to stop. I shouldn’t want to let a stranger do these things to me.

Yet I do want it. I want all of it. Even if it hurts my body and my heart.

It’s confusing. I like being dominated in the bedroom, but not in my everyday life. His attempt to control that part of me should have me running for the hills. So why am I staying? Why am I putting myself through this with the sure possibility that I could get hurt? Will get hurt?

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