Page 40 of Silent Snowfall

“You’re insane,” I hissed as I took a step toward the bed.

Yet I was powerless to resist, completely at his mercy. My body decided to obey before my brain even had a chance to process.

The duvet was cool under my knees as I climbed onto the mattress, still holding the red and white throw blanket. When I’d made the bed that morning, I hadn’t the slightest idea of what kind of messed up shenanigans the evening would bring. Oh, how naïve I had been! I crushed the blanket against my body as a tremor slid through me. Nice girls who were on Santa’s list didn’t do things like this.

But when a masked Santa demanded it, it was easy to sign my name on the naughty side.

The stranger watched.

His gaze scorched my skin. Chest rising and falling rapidly, I slowly dropped the candy cane throw. Fully naked, I commanded his full attention as I kneeled in front of the wicked offering.

To take some of that weighted gaze off me, I glared at the toy.

“It doesn’t even fit,” I pouted. When I’d tried it that one and only time, I barely managed to fit the tip inside. Settling for the vibrations on my clit had been enough that night.

The masked fiend moved like lightning. Those fingers I’d been busy admiring earlier snaked through my hair. With a tug, he pulled my head back, and his mouth brushed against my throat.

“Quit stalling, Rose.” The heat of his words bled through the black cloth.

Still trapped in his powerful hold, although he loosened just enough to let me draw a proper breath, I rose and positioned myself above the dildo. The silicone was cold. The shock of it against my inner thigh made me hiss through my teeth. Unable to escape my fate, I embraced the inevitable. The chill brushed against my entrance, seeping into me as I welcomed the invasion.

“All the way,” he commanded.

And saints help me, I did.

I lowered myself. The head pressed into me, but my body resisted. His fingers tightened in a silent warning.

The first inch was the worst. The cold, the fullness, the sudden intimacy of something so alien inside me. I made an involuntary sound that caught between my teeth. The masked man shifted his weight behind me, joining me on the mattress.

I took another inch. The suckers caught, each one a tiny, precise pressure against my sensitive flesh.

“Good,” he growled.

One word, and it landed in the center of my chest. I freaking warmed at his dark praise. The muscles in my core contracted, and a helpful burst of liquid heat made the toy slide deeper.

He chose that moment to turn it on. Vibrations shivered through me. I gasped. It was a sensory overload. My thighs started shaking. I sank lower. I was going to take it! No hesitation this time. No testing or resisting. I pressed my hips down and made the monstrous peen slide inside. The base pressed against me, the thickest part of the shaft stretching me open in a way that made my vision blur at the edges. I was full. Full of an alien shape that pulsed wickedly inside me as though it was alive. The thing inside me claimed space, rearranging me around its shape. I braced my hands on my thighs and fought to keep my breathing even.

“That’s it,” he said as he released his hold on me.

The bed dipped behind me as he shifted. Black clothing fell on the floor beside the bed. His weight, his heat, the particular scent of his expensive cologne mixed together in a heavy blanket that consumed me. He pressed against my back, bare chest to spine, and his cock slid along the curve of my ass, hot and hard through the thin cotton of his boxers.

“Feel that?” he murmured against the nape of my neck. His breath was warm. The mask was a rough caress. “Feel how hard I am for you?”

I did. Saints, I did.

The contrast was devastating. The cold, unyielding silicone pulsed and buzzed inside me while the living heat of his cock burned a line along the skin of my back. My body didn’t know which sensation to prioritize as every nerve fired at once.

One of his hands slid around my hip, down the plane of my stomach, and I felt the vibration before I felt the second toy. A low, insistent hum thrummed against my clit. The desperate sound I made ripped out of me, raw and startled, because my body was already so far past its threshold that this new input tipped everything into chaos.

“Play with your toys, carina.” The fingers of his other hand dug into the flesh of my hip. “Show me how well you ride your sea god’s cock.”

Somehow, I managed to reach behind my body and tug down his boxers. If we were going to do this, I needed the real monster as close as possible.

This man, shrouded in mystery, was the reason for the madness. He brought these naughty toys. So it was only fair he shared my fate. He would descend into the insanity with me, or so help me, I wasn’t going.

His bare cock leaked on my skin. It smeared the beads of precum as I rose and lowered myself on the toy.

“Perfect, just like that, my sweet Rose.”