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My voice warbles as I try to be strong and fierce. Whack! I cry out and slump forward, letting my tears fall in earnest. Even the punishments from the other day didn't hurt this badly. It tells me he was holding back. The way he mixed pleasure with his pain was divine. What I would give to be back at that moment: a good girl who was misunderstood.

Even as the pain clouds my brain, I'm very aware of the trickle of arousal sliding down my inner thigh. I can't shift my legs to get rid of the evidence. Asmon's breath is uneven as he lays down another strike to my ass, this time hitting that sensitive spot just under the cheek. Howling in pain, I sob into the blanket, letting everything flow out of me. It feels so good to just let it go.

In a loud clatter, Asmon tosses the branches down and sits down on the bed, pulling me over his lap. His hands take over, peppering my sensitive skin with swats. My fingertips scrabble at the floor as I try to get away from the onslaught. It's no use. His iron grip keeps me in place, never letting me go. My fight drains out of me and I slump over his legs, submitting to his iron will.

After a few moments, the swats lessen in their intensity and number until each smack feels like a half-hearted attempt to stay connected and punishment at the same time. He pauses to slide his hand across my fevered skin and down in between my legs.

"So wet for me. You are a naughty girl, aren't you?"

I can't answer him. My mind is a morass of thoughts and feelings. His nimble fingers dance around my clit, skimming everywhere else, but leaving that area untouched. Whining, I thrust my hips up at him, begging him to touch me where I need it most. Chuckling, he brings his hand back to my ass and delivers some more of those light pats that have a little sting but still make me a quivering mess of need.

This time, when his hand travels back down, he dips it deep inside, filling me with his finger. But not enough. Not nearly enough. I buck against him, driving him deeper inside. He pulls away, completely ignoring my protesting. Setting me back up at the bed, he bends me over and spreads my legs. The next sensation I feel is his warm mouth licking and teasing me. Moaning, I rock back into him, letting the sensations overwhelm me. Need coils in my belly, cutting off any thought except the pleasure he's providing.

He pulls away and stands behind me. His cock prods my entrance but doesn't slip in. Grunting, I push back against him, demanding he enter and fill me. With a laugh, he draws back, making me chase the air. We play this game of cat and mouse for far too long. I turn my head to look over my shoulder, prepared to beg him if that's what he wants, when his tail snakes out and wraps around my throat.

"Eyes forward Caitlin."

My name on his lips is the best thing I've ever heard. I quickly comply, hoping my swift obedience will get me what I want. Soon, his head is back at my entrance. He dips in just a touch before pulling back out. Moaning, I plant my hand on the bed, trying to submit and not force him into me. It's difficult, but I'm soon rewarded with him sliding in just a bit more before pulling back out.

"I thought I lost you," he whispers, his voice hoarse.

He slides back in, filling me all the way before dragging himself back out.

"I know you're independent. I love that you want to take on the world. But I can't - I won't - be put in that position again. I won't clutch you to me, praying to the Fathers to let you live."

His hips slam into me, nearly knocking me onto the bed. His hard length pulses inside me before he pulls out only to slam back in. Crying out, I arch my back, taking everything he's giving me. I feel his worry, his frustration, his love as he slams into me over and over again. Reaching out, he fists his hand in my hair and pulls me up against him. Removing his tail, he replaces it with his hand around my throat.

"You are my mate, and I'll do everything in my power to keep you safe, even if it's from yourself."

Words and thoughts bubble up inside me. Incoherent, I rock against him as he tightens his grip around my throat. "I accept you as my mate," I mutter with the bit of air I'm able to gasp.

My world tilts for just a moment as thoughts and feelings fill my body. I feel Asmon inside and out. Every emotion flows through me as if it's my own. Closing my eyes, I try to capture those feelings and send my love along the same channel. His grip tightens around my neck as he pulls my leg up to rest on the bed, changing the angle. Pleasure fills my body as he drags his cock against that sensitive area deep inside me

"Touch yourself. I want you to come all over my cock."

Spurred by his filthy words, I slide my fingers down to my clit and strum the hardened peak. Asmon's overwhelming love flows through the bond leaving me as breathless as his hand squeezing my throat. It fires off a chain reaction in my body. Pleasure explodes through, and I cry out, reaching up to brush against the fingers against my neck, needing that contact between us. After a few more thrusts, Asmon swells inside me, roaring as fills me with his essence.

Gasping for breath, I melt into his body, absorbing his strength. He slips out of me and lays me on the bed before walking over to the bathroom. As with last time, he brings a warm cloth and wipes me down. Contentment fills me, and if I'm reading our bond right, it fills him too. I smile up at him, practically purring at his ministrations. For the first time since I've met him, he feels languid and relaxed.

I can feel the beast inside of him as well, and he's sated and content. Scooting over next to me, Asmon wraps me in his arms, surrounding me with his warmth. I close my eyes and snuggle into him, letting my happiness fill me for just a moment. Soon though, my thoughts turn back to the issue surrounding the lists and Christmas.

Sensing my unease, Asmon pulls his arms around me tighter. "What has you so worried love?"

Frowning, I turn in his arms and look up at him. "I know it all worked out okay in the end, but that doesn't mean whoever sabotaged the lists should get away with it. Aren't you the spirit of punishment? Shouldn't you do something?"

He smiles at me and leans down to kiss my nose. "It brought you to me. I don't see why any punishment is needed."

Frowning, I bury my head in his chest. Something still doesn't seem right about all of this.

"Stop worrying about it. It's in Kris's hands now. If anyone can figure it out, it's Father Christmas.

"I suppose."

"Suppose nothing, wench. My word is law. Obey me."

I look up at Asmon as he makes a comical frown. Giggling, I lean up to kiss his lips. I may not have all the answers, but between Santa and Krampus, it has to turn out all right. Doesn't it?

The next morning, Asmon takes me back to our home. Thankfully, the storm has died down, making it a rather pleasant walk. We talk and laugh, just enjoying getting to know each other. The sadness that I feel from him when I tell him about my parents mingles with my own, letting me mourn them just a bit more. Trying to knock off the sadness, I scoop my hands into the snow, forming a snowball. With his back turned, I toss it at him with all my strength, missing his shoulders and instead hitting him square in the head.