Feral King (The Dominant Bastard Duology 1)

“You’re too evil to be Santa. I’m guessing you’re Krampus.”

“You know what Krampus does to bad girls.”

“Gives them a birching?” Her pussy clenched around his finger and his cock twitched.

“Some bad girls like that too much. He has to find other ways to punish them.”

“Oh?” Her eyelids fluttered, and her head fell back to his shoulder as he finger fucked her but only up until the first knuckle.

“Have you looked in the beer fridge today?”

“No, Master.” She squeaked in dismay as he pulled his finger out of her pussy.

“Go get me the buttplug and lube I put in there this morning. You and I are going to have a serious discussion, young lady.”

“About what, Mister Leduc?” she asked breathlessly.

“About what bad girls get for Christmas.”

*

“Dress warm.”

Without asking why, she left the screening room to comply, trailed by a parade of puppies falling over their humongous paws to follow their mistress. She came back in jeans and a sweater, holding the new winter coat he’d bought for her, and the two tandem dog leashes. The pups frisked around her legs, yipping with excitement.

“Why are there still four dogs living in my house?” he asked no one in particular, knowing what she’d say. He led the way down to the back of the house and the door.

“No one wants to take a puppy that still chews so close to Christmas, and they still piddle sometimes – right boys? Tell him you’re just babies. You can’t help it!” She patted two of them before slipping on her coat. “Oh – are we going into town, Mister Leduc, or are we staying on the property?”

“Leash the little jerks. We’re going into the woods.”

She frowned, looking thoughtful. “I wonder if they’ll get into mischief out there.”

“How? By chewing a tree? They’ve had their shots.”

“What if they eat a mushroom and get sick? Or chase a porcupine?”

“If they’re stupid they’ll never survive in the city.”

“Oh,” she grimaced adorably, “I don’t think they’d be happy living in the city, Mister Leduc.”

They were already huge even though they were supposedly babies. They looked more like bear cubs than puppies.

“You have so many stipulations about where they can’t live that I’m starting to wonder if you’re hoping I forget you were supposed to get rid of them, Miss Korsgaard.”

Her cheeks turned bright pink and she busied herself with attaching their leashes to their collars.

“So are we just going for a hike?”

“We’re going to get a tree.” He grabbed the axe from the umbrella stand, and opened the door. All four pups started to chase him, and the girl staggered after them because of how hard they pulled on the leashes.

“A tree?” she asked in confusion.

“A Christmas tree? I believe you’re familiar with the concept.”

“Oh!” She grinned at him, her dark eyes glittering with unrepressed excitement. “I’ve never done this before. My parents always bought one at the grocery store.”

“They sell trees at the store?” He frowned, thinking. “You know, I don’t think I’ve been to a grocery store. We’ve always had food delivered.”