Page 5 of Naughty

The metal leaves my skin, and he resumes the task of slicing through my pants. In a desperate move, I try to force my knees together, but the way I’m tied up keeps me from even barely moving.

“Please don’t.”

He pauses and leans over to look at me. One eyebrow raises as he pins me with his stare.

“Tell me why you were in my study.”

“I got lost.”

He sighs and looks at me with an expression just dripping with disappointment. It guts me. I try. I try so hard. But the words just won’t come out. I want to tell him. I want to do everything he tells me to do, if only to stop this torture. But nothing will let the words escape. More than wanting to protect my sanctity, I want him to stop looking at me like I’m the scum of the Earth.

My mouth opens and closes. What’s even the point. I knew before coming on this mission it would be like this. Why do I even try? Tears prick the back of my eyes, and I close them and turn my head. I can’t bear the idea of him seeing me like this.

“Oh, Noel. I’d like to say it pains me to torture you like this, but then we’d both be lying.”

There’s a glee that’s at the undertone of his words, and it makes my core clench. Snap out of Noel. He’s not going to make this feel good. Fuck. There’s got to be some way I can tell him. I just have to think. My thoughts freeze as he brings his palm up my inner thigh. The warmth of his hand scalds me, sending my thoughts flying.

Bringing the blade against my mound, he meticulously cuts down towards my lips. I hold my breath, not daring to move or breathe. He cuts through the pants layer but doesn’t go through my underwear. From there, he brings the knife to the left side and down my inner thigh, stopping at the knee. He repeats on the other side until the fabric hangs loose on my skin.

“I’m surprised you’re actually wearing underwear.”

His face appears before mine again, a grin dancing along his lips. Bringing the knife up, he taps it against his mouth before laying it back down on my sternum. Sweat prickles along the back of my neck. Because of how I’m positioned, I can’t see much. Even when I crane my neck forward, it doesn't help; but I can feel everything. Every hitch of breath brings the knife up and down. It wobbles precariously on my chest. My pulse races at the idea of breathing so hard it slides down and punctures my throat.

Before I can work myself into a tizzy, he moves it off of me and heads back down towards my legs.

“Such a naughty elf, leaving your chest exposed like that. What am I going to do with you? Hmm? I suppose I should help you out and make everything even. How does that sound?

I shake my head, about to tell him no when his knife slips under the band of my underwear. Dear Fathers. Is he going to cut them off of me? The sound of serrated metal through fabric fills the room. It’s thunderous and loud to my ears. The kiss of cool air against my lips spurs me into action. Twisting and turning, I try again to get myself out of this mess. As earlier, the bonds hold me nearly immobile.

With a flick of his wrists, he slices the fabric at my thighs and rips my underwear from my body. The parts that weren’t cut hold snug against my skin before finally giving way. He continues like this with my pants, exposing me to my knee. This leaves me with just my shirt draped across my chest. Groaning, I hear his tell-tell steps as he walks further up the table. It’s only a matter of seconds.

“You have a delightfully, beautiful pussy. Has anyone ever told you that before?”

I peer up at him, my brows clenched in confusion. He’s complimenting me? What happened to torturing me? My brain aches from this back and forth. I might be young, but I’m sure my heart can’t take any more of these adrenaline dumps.

Pausing, he gazes down at me, his expression unreadable. With a light touch, almost like a caress, he brings his hand down and runs his fingers through my hair. I try to resist, but like a cat, I arch into his touch, needing that soft reassurance. Looking back at him, I watch the emotions play over his face until a frown turns his lips down.

“Talk to me, Noel. This will all be over.”

I want to! Please. Please let me make this right! But the words never come. Tears stream from my eyes. I don’t even care that he sees them. My heart breaks with the knowledge that not only would I willingly break my oath, but I would also do so to appease someone from the line of Claus.

He tsks softly and brushes the tears from my face. “Who are you protecting? I’d hate to think someone as tender as you would do this on your own.”

I harden at his words. The complete hubris of this man to disregard me. I relax into the bonds and let my mind drift. Let him try to break me. I’m ready for him now. He grasps the front of my shirt and tears it off, leaving me completely bare and vulnerable. I feel like a sacrificial lamb right before it's slaughtered.

Tipping my chin up to the ceiling, I once again shoot a prayer off to the sky. I don’t want to succumb. I can’t succumb. Even as his fingers stroke my flesh, I try to resist feeling him, but I can’t. Each touch is like electricity flowing into me. My body arches to his caresses even though my brain screams at me.

He disappears again, and the whole room is silent. All I can hear is my breath as I try to calm my heart. Out of nowhere, his fingers descend upon me and spread out my lower lips. The foreign touch makes my stomach flop about. His hands are warm and sure as they glide across me with ease. They skirt around my clit, touching and teasing every other part of me. I shouldn’t be enjoying this, but I do. It’s surprising how much better it feels for someone else to touch you than for you to touch yourself.

A warm puff of air at my folds startles me. I can’t help the squeak that shoots from my mouth. His dark chuckle at my core fills my body with tingles. Without warning, I feel something hot and wet at my mound. What could he possibly be doing? My brain stops as I realize it’s his tongue dancing along my flesh.

With a shriek, I try to pull back, but there’s nowhere to go. Nowhere to run. Tremors run up and down my body as he slides the tip up one side and down the other, ignoring the bundle at my apex that needs him the most. I can’t stop this onslaught, even if I wanted to.