Page 11 of Naughty

Chapter4

Noel

My head poundsas I try to open my eyes. Not even when I went on a mulled-wine bender did I feel this bad. My throat is dry, my mouth is parched, and I desperately need to go to the bathroom. Cracking an eye open, I spy a set of bars, and my breathing stops. How did I end up in here? I did everything I could to be an obedient elf so that I wouldn't end up in his crate.

Frantic, I curl into a ball. Maybe if I make myself small, he won't beat me so bad this time. As I pull my arms down, I realize they can't move. My heart stutters for a few beats as I yank on my wrist over and over. Why can't I get free?

"Shhh. Calm yourself, Noel."

That voice! It's not his. It's someone else. My body explodes into a flurry of movement as I try to free my wrists and get away from that voice.

"Noel. Stop. Now."

Warm hands clutch my cold fingers. I follow his hands up his arms until I meet Master Claus's bright blue eyes. Not the same. Not him. Taking deep breaths, I force my heart to slow back down to a reasonable cadence. I stare at him, drinking him in. Not the same. The sentence repeats on a refrain until I'm finally calm enough to think straight.

Memories of earlier flood my mind, making my face flame. I shift away as best I can, but my sheet starts riding down, and I realize I'm still naked....and jingling. Looking down at my bare chest, I watch in fascination as the tiny bells tinkle and ring with every movement I make. Fascination soon gives way to confusion.

"Did you use the needle while I was asleep? I didn't feel it. Wouldn't it have woken me up?"

Smirking, Master Claus unhooks my wrists and makes his way over to the front of the cage. I scramble forward, not caring about my nakedness. The need to be out of there overrides any propriety. He stares at me as he works the lock. Too long. Everything is taking way too long. I sit back on my heels, trying to keep from twitching, keep from revealing just how much I hate being in this tight space.

Instead, I study the area, trying to ingrain in my mind the differences. For one, it's much more spacious. I can actually move about in here. For another, it's still toasty warm with pillows and blankets. That would never happen in his cage.

I shift about to relieve the pressure on my ankles when it dawns on me that nothing is moving down below. Casting a quick glance to make sure Master Claus isn't watching, I reach my bound hands in between my legs and slide my fingers through my lips. Wetness coats my fingertips, but there's nothing else. There are no bells and no holes.

Looking up, I catch him looking at me, a lascivious grin stretching across his face. Thankfully, he says nothing. Instead, he opens up the door and steps back to allow me to escape. I hurl through the opening and hunch down next to Master Claus's leg, waiting for further instructions. Now that I know he owns a cage, I'll do anything to ensure I don't end up there again.

He frowns and slides his palm down the side of my face before skimming his thumb over my bottom lip. Remembering his taste from earlier, I open my mouth and let him slide the digit in. We both moan as I suck him in as deep as his hand will let me.

"Pretty sure you'd rather have real food."

His voice is deep and melodious. If only we met under different circumstances. If only he wasn't a Claus. So many what-ifs fly through my brain until I'm overwhelmed with my thoughts. My stomach answers for me with a loud rumble. Master Claus pulls his thumb out of my mouth with a chuckle.

"I'll take that as a yes."

I scramble up to my feet and eye the door off to the side. Flames lick up my neck and engulf my face.

"Might I use the restroom first?"

He smacks his hand against his forehead. "Of course. That's why I brought you out of there."

He makes quick work of my cuffs, and I rub my wrists and stretch. Opening the door, he stands back and lets me go in. I breathe deep and sit down. I wonder how long I have before it becomes awkward. Sighing, I do what I need to do and clean up. I stay there, just letting my brain percolate through everything that's happened to me.

Shaking my head, I look down just to make sure there aren't any lingering holes. Is it magic? As I wash my hands, I look at my breasts in the mirror. The delicate bells chime with every breath I take. Staring at my reflection, I bop one of the strands, giggling at the tinkling sounds.

"This doesn't look like you going to the bathroom."

With a gasp, I look up and catch Master Claus's heated gaze. He slides in behind and pulls me against his body. The difference in our height is startling. My head barely brushes his chin. I feel so small and helpless against him. His eyes lock onto mine as he inches his hands up to envelope my breasts. Moaning, I sink back into him and let him play with me.

"How have you bewitched me?"

His breath is hot in my hair. Slowly he pulls off the bells, the abrasion against my tender flesh sending pleasure shooting to my core. After laying them down on the sink, his hands are back at my breasts, kneading and fondling. In a flash, his fingers are hard and cruel, pinching and pulling at my nipples. The pain zips from my chest down to my core, causing my body to clench. Moisture gathers down below as the pain morphs into white, hot pleasure.

"What magic are you using against me, hmmm? What's your endgame, little elf?"

Letting go of my right nipple, Master Claus fists my hair and turns my face up to his.

"I will know your secrets. Do not doubt that."