Page 42 of Dark Holiday

“There now. That wasn’t so bad, was it?”

“No, Sir.” Now that the thing is lodged deep in my ass, it really doesn’t hurt. The pressure and fullness start to actually amp up my arousal again.

“Tell Grumpy Claus how much you like his hook in your ass.”

“I -.”

“Well? Should I pull it out and add some ginger? Maybe that’s a sensation you can articulate.”

“I like it!” I yell out, desperate for him to leave the ginger oil out of this.

“That’s my good girl,” he purrs, reaching his opposite hand down to slide against my lower lips. “Look at that. Even wetter. There’s an anal slut in you after all.”

His words shouldn’t turn me on, but they do. He pulls back and walks away. Squirming a bit, I angle my head to listen for him, wondering what evil implement he’ll use next. “I’m not going too far; just cleaning my hands. Now settle down, or I’ll tie off the end of the anal hook so you can’t move.”

I freeze, heeding the warning in his words. When he comes back, he kneels between my legs and slides his hands up my outer thighs. After a moment or so, he digs his fingers into my hips and pulls my lower half up. My head and shoulders smush into the rug as most of my weight is shifted forward.

He moves again, his shoulders wedging between my thighs. The heat of his breath tickles my mound, and panic surges to the forefront. Should I safeword now? Before I have the chance to protest, he pulls back my hips, forcing me to half sit on his face. Oh god. Oh god. Oh god. What do I do?

This feels too much like cheating. I don’t care that Daniel and I aren’t together. He should be the one doing this to me, not some man who gets his rocks off by playing with strangers. The safeword is on my tongue. I open my mouth to say it, but then his tongue slides up my inner lips, lapping at my clit, and everything goes white.

Pleasure dances along my skin as he licks me, using both his lips and tongue to devour me. Moaning, I rock back on him, angling my clit for him to have better access, but he ignores it, chuckling as he moves on to a less sensitive area.

The scrape of his beard against my inner thighs burns in the best sort of way. It’s how I would have imagined it with Daniel. The rest of my tension leaks out as more and more the similarities make me think of him. It’s Daniel. It’s always been, Daniel.

Everything throbs with intense need as he plays with me, tormenting me. “Please.”

“Please what little girl?” He whispers against my sensitive skin. “Want me to get you off with my mouth?”

“Yes. Oh yes, please!”

“Beg me then. Beg me to get you off.”

That voice, so close to Daniel’s that I can’t hardly stand it. Didn’t he say something similar all those weeks back? I begged him before. Maybe if I beg now, he’ll give me some relief. “Please, Daddy. Please let me come!”

Oh, God! Did I actually say that? To a stranger? Why the fuck is my brain betraying me right now. I don’t need to be calling anyone Daddy, but why does it feel so right? It’s not Daniel. It’s not. But oh God, I wish it was. Maybe if I stay still, if I don’t say anything else, Grumpy Claus will ignore my outburst and just get me off.

Mr. Grumpy pauses, his lips so close to me, so close to where I need him the most. The ache is intense. Why isn’t he getting me off? He pushes me up and slides out from between my legs. His shoes clack against the wood in a maddening cadence. Is he mad? Annoyed? I did what he asked me to.

All too soon, the blindfold is ripped from my eyes. Daniel kneels before me instead of some unknown man, his eyes dark and feral. “Daniel? Oh. Oh god. It is you! I thought it might be. Oh, thank God it’s you.”

I take in his stern visage in light of the crackling fire, and he’s never been more handsome to me. His lips are twisted up into a fierce scowl. His beard, normally so neat and meticulous, shines in the glow. My arousal clings to him, but he doesn’t even notice. He doesn’t even wipe it away. Again, my stomach clenches in that godawful need that slams into me every time he’s around.

“Daddy?” He says, ignoring my babbling. “You can call some stranger Daddy, but you won’t call me that?” That raw pain that exudes from him pounds at me, leaving me breathless.

I almost miss his words as elation tears through me. I thought I was about to make the biggest mistake of my life, but no. It’s Daniel. Wait. It’s Daniel! My brain and heart finally catch up with each other, and I’m left there trying to figure out all the pieces.

“What are you doing here?”

“I’m sure I can ask the same. What is someone like you doing at a retreat like this?”

I hang my head, not sure exactly how to answer him. “I - I just wanted to feel something-.”

“With a stranger?” He roars, his face contorting into a mask of fear and fury. “Do you know how dangerous this is?”

“Sorry, Daddy,” I whisper. Deep in my heart, I know what he wants. Maybe in this space, while we’re both pretending, I can give that to him, and in return, I’ll finally find the solace I’m looking for.

“Don’t toy with me, Cynthia. Don’t say that unless you mean it.”