Chapter Three
Knox
I whistled as the music swelled around us on the main dance floor, giving onlookers a jaunty salute. My personal wish list was far from a secret within the membership after Killian had done me the unspeakable favor of posting it by the door with a cute little snapshot he’d thieved from my membership profile tacked to the corner when Rafe had employed me.
Still, I wasn’t about to let Old Grumpy get me down. I had my room all set up with the toys I wanted to use and a cute little submissive in my Santa sack. What more could a Dom want for Christmas?
A heel—or maybe a fist—punched me in the back of my thigh. I paused my whistling that no one but me could hear and winced. Damn, that was a good shot. She’d given me a dead leg straight up. Glad she was getting into the theme of the role play, I limped the rest of the way past the bar to my quiet area. I hadn’t been sure about how to sack my little sub at first.
With her standing there in a deep, forest-green bustier that laced up the front and a skirt to match, I imagined they would both be easy to remove. I slid the bright red, plush bag over her head, then halted, unsure. The image of a girl standing frozen under the material had earned me more than one titter. In true showmanship style, I’d knocked an arm beneath her knees in the next breath, sweeping her feet out from beneath her, and tossed her over my shoulder, making sure I kept a tight grip on the ends of the Santa sack bunched in my fist.
Not that it mattered much—the girl couldn’t weigh more than ninety pounds at most.
Light as a feather…
I pushed my way through the crowd at the bar and waved off the shot Lux offered over her head without looking. “Later,” Icalled. “When the fun’s been had.”
She nodded, wiggling her ass in a pair of silver hot pants I was certain Killian objected to, raised the glass she’d offered me, and knocked it back without hesitation.
The already noisy, crowded club swelled, borderline on raucous despite the early hour. I hoped Rafe and Killian knew what they were in for tonight. Shrugging the thought off, I kicked open the door to the storeroom I’d doctored up for effect and let the Santa sack roll gently across the floor. There was no sense in bruising the poor girl.
Well, not yet.
Flicking off my phone, I left us in the darkness as I stepped inside the room.
The last sliver of light showed a mousy little girl in a green and black corset ribbon dress emerging from the open end of the sack. Long, straight dark hair hung around her face in sweet curves, though the ends weren’t as smooth as they had been in the bar a few minutes before.
Rosebud lips pursed, full and slightly swollen like she’d bitten them. Her pale skin enhanced the colors of her features where a dark red stained her cheeks. But it was the luminous, wide eyes framed by thick lashes that I lost myself in. Innocence and fire melded in a sweetheart face that would be my ultimate undoing tonight. I knew that already. I’d searched for the perfect little sub, and now I had one, bundled up like a fairy princess kneeling at my feet.
This was going to be a very good night.
Humming “I Wish You a Merry Christmas,” I closed the door with a resounding, final click, blocking out the last sliver of light and leaving us locked together in darkness.
My eyes adjusted to the light fast enough for me to catch the girl who tried frantically to crawl past me in a somewhat desperate bid for escape.
“None of that,” I cooed, catching her face in my palms and bringing her closer as I dipped and brushed my mouth over hers.
Fuck, that was a really bad damn idea. She tasted like lollipops and cotton candy and all things sugar and nice.
It was my job to ruin her innocence, if only for a few hours. Then we’d see if she liked my brand of darkness enough to stay.
“Who are you?” she asked in a soft voice that matched her mousy disposition.
I bared my teeth and refrained from giving a cringeworthy movie rejoinder. Just. Catching one slim wrist, I slipped it into the open rope loops wound around the utilitarian shelving I’d set up earlier before the club’s floating population exploded for the holiday night.
The other wrist went the same way, spreading her arms wide as she watched me with some small degree of bemusement. I tucked the last strand of rope between her fingers, giving the escape cord to her as I stared into her eyes, though her return gaze left me heady with need.
No screams yet.
I wondered when they would start, and if I would enjoy hearing them from her.
Her lack of fight wasn’t unexpected, but the way she stared at me was more than a little unsettling, like she drank in every minute detail to save for later.
Maybe that was her kink. Who knew.
I tugged on one key rope strategically threaded through both sets of loops. The smooth nylon tightened around her wrists just close enough to bite, and I pulled until I knew even her small hand wouldn’t slip out of their firm embrace before I allowed her to roam free again.
She hung suspended, arms wide, up on her tiptoes, and stared at me. Finally, her breath shortened as she seemed to realize the predicament I’d put her in. “Let me down.”