Saint Nick

14. December

• I have no Christmas songs that go with this chapter, lmao, but this is the one you've been waiting for. Ironically this song is Prince Cerus's anthem (King). •

Hazel quivered in anticipation as she watched Nick work. His hands were deft as he tied the last knot around her solid wooden headboard which officially leashed her to it. As he tightened the rope a last time, Hazel couldn't help but softly moan.

"Too tight?" He asked.

Hazel shook her head. Her hands were restrained above her head, but her wrists felt just fine as Nick slowly lowered and brushed his lips over her cheek, down to her chin and then over her mouth at last. Hazel arched up when he gave her just nibble of his sugary sweet taste, letting her suck on it for just a moment before pulling back.

"Now," He said, one hand on her stomach, caressing it softly, but building up a tension so electric, Hazel had to suck air into her lungs on command rather than pure reflex. "Let's see if you're going to be a good girl tonight or if I'll have to teach you how to behave."

"Nick..." Hazel bit her lower lip when he knelt between her spread thighs. He admired her body with a heated glare and it made Hazel squirm in need. Those dark brown eyes were almost onyx and only darkened further as they slid down to the wet mound of her panty.

"Are you getting excited before we've even begun?" He slowly slid a hand down to her warm core. Hazel's breath caught and then got squeezed out of her lungs as he ran a single finger over the damp piece of her satin. "So ready for me, aren't you, Hazel?"

"Yes," Hazel breathed back and whimpered when he rubbed his finger back and forth torturously slowly over the hardened nub that begged for his touch. Need toiled inside her, but it seemed Nick was determined to make it a slow torture. "Nick, please..."

"Let's take a look at you. See what you've prepared for me."

He hooked his fingers around her panties, and steering her legs up in the air, he pulled the material up and off her heeled feet. She had worn heels before climbing into bed, and Nick seemed content leaving them on. They were red stilettos, sparkling with glitter. Like Christmas.

"Oh, Hazel," His face melted as he looked upon her pink heat, wet with arousal for him. "Such a naughty girl. Getting wet from being tied up. I'm afraid that's not being a good girl at all."

"Please..." Hazel tried to anchor her body, but it arched when Nick licked his lips leisurely, as if he could already taste her arousal just from looking at it. She wanted those lips where he was looking, but he wasn't moving at all. "Oh, Nick, please, please..."

"I'll have to make you a good girl, Hazel. Would you like to be a good girl for me?"

"Yes," Hazel almost cried the word out when he leaned in over her again and cupped her chin, almost too delicately to fit his dirty words. "Yes, please, Nick."

"Good girl," He pecked her lips chastely, leaving her wanting more. "Let's get started then."

Nick pulled back once more, but this time he stepped off the bed. Hazel was heaving on the bed, sweating though the weather outside was icy degrees. She watched with a ready body as Nick pulled his burlap sack onto the foot of the bed and looked into it. His brows screwed in a pensive stare as he considered his options. As he finally slipped a slow hand into the dark depths of the sack, Hazel held her breath. What would he pull up? What toys had he brought? God, she really was bad for wanting them all.

After some careful deciding, Nick chose his toy. Hazel's eyes widened as he pulled it up, and as her lips slowly parted, Nick's lips twitched upwards.