Page 57 of Silent Snowfall

I reared back with a sharp gasp of protest. “I will not—”

He snapped the garland, and I fell onto my hands, the rest of the protest cut off with a shriek.

“I think we’ll be needing this after all,” he mused, plucking an ornament from the tree.

The bauble dangled from its hook, swinging back and forth.

“What’s that for?” I stuttered, pushing back onto my haunches.

He pulled a strip of cloth from his pocket, which fluttered into two pieces, the one wider than the other.

“What are you doing?” I demanded as he stalked back to me.

Crouching before me, he snared my chin before I could jerk away. “Your eyes are full of defiance, little one. And this mouth. Cavolo, this mouth,” he groaned.

The sound made my pussy slick.

“It’s going to get us in trouble.”

As he spoke, he rubbed his thumb across my bottom lip. I couldn’t pull away from him if I wanted. His hold on my chin was iron. My chest heaved. My breasts ached. And my tummy was tight as my core clenched with need.

“Open.”

I shook my head. “Monster! No! I—I can’t do oral!”

He chuckled darkly. “While I highly disagree, that’s not what we’re doing right now.”

“We’re not?”

Any more protests were cut off when he forced the ornament into my mouth. It stretched my jaw and made me instantly choke.

I tried to spit it out, but he was too fast. That cloth, which was a supple leather, closed over my lips and spread across my face as he deftly secured it behind my head.

A ball gag made from an ornament.

“Beautiful,” he rasped, swiping his thumb across my lip again. He captured a line of saliva that had been pushed out.

And then he brought his thumb to his mouth. He tasted it through the mask.

My pussy convulsed.

“Now I’m wondering why you think you can’t do oral?” he mused, tapping his thumb against his hidden lips.

I mumbled a dismissal, but that just made him shake his head.

“Whatever excuse you’re making, stop it. This mouth was made for me,” he hummed.

I felt a flutter low in my belly. It wasn’t so much from the raging need in my body, but the idea that someone was convinced I was perfect enough to be intimate with.

“You are going to look so fucking pretty choking on my cock, Rose.” He grazed his knuckles down my cheek. But right now, I’m going to ruin your makeup in an entirely different way.”

He draped the second cloth over my eyes. The last thing I saw were twin pricks of inky darkness, sparkling with a vicious delight from behind the mask.

The blindfold already had smudged the eyeliner and smeared the glittering dusting of eyeshadow. I tried not to think of what he was doing to my body as my two remaining senses focused hard on my surroundings. Since my touch was basically useless thanks to the garland cinched around my wrists, I had to rely on my hearing alone.

“That’s it, carina, breathe.” His lips—his bare lips—brushed over my forehead.

The mask was gone.