Page 31 of Naughty

As you will be at mine.

In death we will join the stars

In the heavens for all time.”

A bright flash illuminates the vial, and when it dies down, the liquid is a light lavender. Curious! The gears in my brain grind as he brings it to my lips.

"Drink all of it. Every last drop."

Tilting my head back, I consume the liquid. It's like frost filling my mouth. The icy concoction fills my body, making me shiver. Nothing feels different, though. Not that I'm an expert on binding rituals, but I thought I'd feel different.

"I don't understand. Everything feels the same."

Frowning, he looks down into the glass to ensure nothing in there remained.

"I mean, I claim you as my mate -."

The world tips on its axis as emotions flood my body. Not all of them are mine. Looking up, I gaze in wonder at Kris. His eyes are like saucers. He feels it too. Leaning up, I pour as much love as I can from my side, only to have it collide with his. Everything shifts into place, and I finally feel like I belong somewhere.

"Now then, Mistletoe, let's get this punishment over with."

I'm back at that infernal curved bench. Instead of lying on it face up, I'm bent over it, hands cuffed to the head of the table, stretching me out. Kris's puttering sends coils of dread through my body. Why doesn't he just get it over with? His hand skimming my backside startles me out of my thoughts, eliciting a chuckle from him.

"We're bonded now, mate. I can feel your emotions. I don't know why you're in such a panic. Have I harmed you before?"

I shake my head and bury my face into the vinyl. It's stupid to get so worked up about this. Turning to the side, I eye the cage under his bed and shiver. He steps in front of me, blocking my view.

"I will never put you back in there without your expressed say so. If at some point you want to confront that fear, I will be here to help and guide you, but I will never cage you again."

His hands grip the bench, his knuckles going white.

"Fathers help anyone that tries to do so. Christmas be hanged, I will tear them limb from limb."

Anger swirls through me from his side of the bond, but it feels different than when Master Marcus got mad. This is more of a righteous anger. Sighing, I let my body melt onto the bench, forcing the stress out of me.

"That's better," he murmurs, trailing his fingers up my spine, sending skitters flitting across my skin. "I want us to get something straight. I'm not punishing because I think you were naughty."

Pausing, he slides his fingers across my back entrance for a moment before going further down to my lips. Tisking, he swirls his fingers in my arousal. My cheeks burn as I bury my face deeper. Something cold prods at my entrance, and I stiffen against the intrusion. Murmuring nonsensical things in my ear, he pushes it in then pulls it back out.

As it acclimates to my body, I relax into his push and pull until he pulls it out of me with a pop. Bringing it up to my ass, he rubs it against my hole before easing it in. I whine as it stretches me out, but Kris is unrelenting as he drives it forward. Once it's seated, he twists it about until another line of cold lays across my low back.

Fisting my hair, he attaches something to it, weaving it in and out before stretching it back. I arch my chest up to keep it from pulling at my scalp. After several tugs on whatever is in my ass, he lets go and steps back. I try to pull my head forward, but it tugs on whatever is inside me.

Kris crosses over in front of the bench and strokes himself as he watches.

"You look delightful in my anal hook."

I squirm a bit as the pressure builds. Every muscle in my neck and chest strains with the effort it takes to keep me upright.

"Now then. I'm not punishing you because I think you were naughty. I'm punishing you because you think you were naughty. Marcus twisted your thinking, abused you until you couldn't think straight. Your actions were a direct result of your obedience to him."

He walks away, his cock bobbing with every step. My mouth waters as I stare at his ass. To think that he is all mine. The thought sends both elation and arousal flooding my system. As he walks back, I see a thin red and white cane in his hand. Is he going to give me a candy cane?

I open my mouth, stick out my tongue, and wait for the pepperminty goodness. When nothing happens, I open my eyes to see Kris staring down at me, his lips pressed together as he stifles a laugh.

"No, Mistletoe, this isn't for your mouth."

He brings the rod out in front of me and grasps it with one hand on each end. Flexing his wrists, he bows it up and down a few times. My mouth dries as I watch the display. If this isn't going into my mouth, then - a thin line of fire races down my ass. Before I can even breathe, he lays down a line on the opposite cheek.