Page 41 of Dark Holiday

He shuffles over to the side and loosens the ropes so my feet come down to the floor but doesn’t untie me. Instead, he walks further away, slides his shoes between my ankles, and spreads them apart.

“I won’t gag you like I planned on,” he continues, kneeling between my splayed legs. His warm hands slide up the back of my calves, easing the dress up with each movement. “I want to hear every word that comes out of your mouth. If it makes you feel safer, I’ll allow you a safeword tonight. Sourpuss. If I need to stop at any point, yell out sourpuss. Repeat it back to me.

I can’t help the giggle that bubbles up. Such a ridiculous word, yet so apt to describe both this man and Daniel. “Sourpuss.”

“I’m so very glad you find this amusing,” he growls, flipping the dress over my back, exposing my panty-clad ass to him. “But I’m sure you won’t be laughing soon. Not after I get done with you.” In one strong jerk, he grips my panties and drags them down, pulling them off my body.

All traces of humor dry up at his words. I have to keep remembering that this is a strange man who only has my list of likes and limits to go off on. He’s not Daniel. It doesn’t matter if I desperately wished he were. Once again, I question my sanity at coming here, at even listing some of the darker things I wanted to try.

I wanted to explore all of this with Daniel. He’s always been the one, but now that we no longer have even a chance at a future, this is what I’m stuck with. With the blindfold on, it’s so easy to pretend that Grumpy is Daniel. I can let him do what he wants with me because it’s Daniel and not some stranger, as he keeps announcing.

“Tell me, little Ms. Hoo, is this what you wanted? You wanted some strange man to carry you out of bed and do unspeakable things to your body?” His words wrap around me, lulling me as if I’m under a spell. I want so desperately to cry out, to beg him to stop, but I can’t.

I need to know once and for all what it feels like to be mastered and owned by Daniel Grinwich, even if by proxy. Can this man help me live out these dark fantasies I’ve had living in my brain? I moan into the rug, wishing I didn’t turn into a pile of goo the moment he touches me, but then, what did I expect?

My mind is too wrapped up in this illusion. It’s not Grumpy that’s touching me. It’s Daniel, and as such, I melt the moment his hands settle on me. “You, my dear, are going to learn to use your words tonight. I’m going to do dark, delicious, devilish things to this body, and you’re going to tell me how much you like it. Is that clear?”

“Yes, Sir,” I moan as his hands slip down to cover my mound. I’ve been so desperate, so needy. Maybe I just need to get off, and then I can think straight. I’ve suffered too long with just my hands doing the job. What I need is a man.

“You like this, baby girl?” He whispers into my ear, the tone laced with what sounds like a bite of anger, as if he’s mad that I’m getting so turned on. I cannot fathom why, but yet again, I feel like I’m failing some sort of test. “You like it when Grumpy Claus touches this wet pussy?”

“Oh, God, yes.” It won’t take long for me to get off, not with him stroking me like he owns me and Daniel’s face looming over me in my mind.

“You’re practically dripping, you naughty girl, and I’ve barely even touched you.” Tsking, he pulls his hand away, and it takes all my willpower to not beg him to just finish me off. “Don’t worry, Ms. Hoo. The night is still young, and I plan on enjoying every inch of you before it’s through.”

Groaning, I curl my fingers into my palm, delivering a slight bite of pain with my nails to keep my mind off my annoying clit. A soft shuffling sound is the only warning I have before his hands are back on my ass, spreading me wide. Something hard and cold prods my back entrance. “Hmmm. This one looks a bit too big. I’ll need to lube you up for sure.”

Soon, his fingers are back there, rubbing me for a moment before he slides one inside. I tense, remembering the burn from the last time something was put up my ass. It doesn’t matter that I eventually liked it. That initial burn was intense.

“Relax for me, baby girl. Let me in.”

I can’t. The memory of that moment is too fresh, too raw. His hand descends on my ass cheek, startling a yelp from deep within.

“This hook is going in your ass whether you want it or not. I suggest you relax so you can actually enjoy it.”

“I don’t want it to burn!” I wail, inching forward in a pathetic attempt to slide off his finger.

“What in the hell are you talking about?”

“Last time…. Last time…” I trail off, my cheeks heating up. I can’t tell this stranger what happened. I can’t admit what I did.

“Let me guess. Punishment plug?”

“Yes, Sir,” I mumble, burying my face into the rug.

“Then he probably used ginger. This is just plain, regular lube. I can change it to ginger if you need to atone for something. Tell me, sweetheart. Is there anything you need to confess?”

“You’re not my priest. I don’t confess to you.” I don’t know why his question made me angry, but he’s not Daniel. Sure, I’m fantasizing it’s him, but I don’t owe this man any explanations.

“Spicy. I knew there was a brat in you.” He pulls out his finger long enough for me to get a breath in before he puts the metal back up against my skin. “Sure there isn’t anything you want to say to me?”

I remain silent.

“So be it.” He pushes the object forward, stretching me wide.

At first, it feels just like the plug Daniel used on me, but then the sensations change. Oh. Oh, this is so much bigger. I wiggle forward, but Grumpy grabs my hips, keeping me still as he forces the metal deeper inside.

“Breathe for me, baby. That’s it. That’s my good girl. Breathe in. Now breathe out.” As I exhale, he pushes it in a little more. Each time I breathe in, he pauses, and with each breath out, it slides in another millimeter or so until the rest slides in with ease.