Christmas Cancellation

14. KOL

Chapter fourteen

I sat still and quiet next to Noelle, my gaze devouring the sight of her body lying bare before me, her legs spread open, an offering that was both a challenge and an invitation. God, she was magnificent, a wildfire against the iciness of my soul. She was feisty and playful even now, after her life had been turned upside down. This woman was all flame and fury, a tempest that could level everything in her path.

And here she was, a feast for my senses, her fiery spirit subdued for the moment, waiting for me. I’d always preferred women who were more like me—reserved, cool, and collected. But Noelle, a whirlwind of emotions and desires, had burrowed under my skin, challenging my preconceived notions of what I wanted, what I needed.

Noelle deserved a man who would put her needs first and lose himself in all she had to offer—not just in the moment, but forever. She needed a man who didn’t just want to use her to fuck, but someone who would love and protect her, support all her dreams. And dammit, I wanted to be that man. Love at first sight was a ridiculous notion, but somehow this smart-mouthed woman had affected me in ways I’d never imagined.

Her frustrated whine pulled me from my thoughts, her body squirming with need as she struggled to obey my command to remain still. I’d edged her way beyond what I thought she would ever tolerate, and yet she hadn’t asked me to stop. She was a paradox—a woman who could light up a room with her presence but was still willing to submit to my will.

I wanted to taste every inch of her, to map her body with my tongue and commit her to memory. She was unlike anyone I’d ever known. She was so fucking hot, but she didn’t know it. Blindfolding her had allowed me to really see her, scrutinize her even. It was a level of trust I hadn’t expected from someone as headstrong as Noelle, especially considering what she’d just been through with her ex.

As I sat there making her wait a moment longer, I realized I would never allow another man to have this—to witness her like this. The possessive instinct that surged within me was as surprising as it was undeniable. Tonight I was staking my claim, and whether or not she realized it, Noelle was mine.

My gaze wandered over her body again, and I wondered, half-amused, how such a petite girl could have such a big, round ass. It was firm, as though she’d done a million squats over the years. Maybe that came from growing up riding horses. I grinned, imagining the countless hours she must have spent in the saddle, her body becoming toned and strong from the demanding physicality of riding.

She’d mentioned her equestrian background in passing, speaking of it with a certain hint of fondness and sorrow. It made me curious about her, this girl who I imagined had once sat fearlessly atop a horse that cantered through challenging courses. What had her life been like? Saratoga, a community with a long history tied to horses, seemed like a place she would love to call home. Yet, she was hesitant to return to the life she’d once known here. I wanted to understand her reluctance and uncover the pieces that made her who she was. But that had to wait. For now, I was captivated by the present—by the woman before me. Tonight I was going to get to know everything about my little elf’s magical body.

Noelle was doing her best to please me, even though it was so clearly against her nature to be submissive. I found it amusing how hard she was working to stay still. Her fingers looked like they were about to shred the blankets they were entwined in. There was a wildness, an unpredictability about her that kept me intrigued, that made me want to tame her—not fully, but enough to bring her the release she so desperately craved.

She was eight years younger than me, and even though she could be a smart aleck, there was also a certain maturity about her, a depth of experience most women her age didn’t have. This was a trait we shared—I’d grown up a lot during my time in the Army—the result of facing life’s harsh realities and coming out stronger on the other side.

Watching her squirm and frantically grip the blankets made me smile. The blindfold I had fashioned from the ribbon was serving its purpose well, keeping her anchored in the moment, heightening her other senses as she navigated the darkness I had imposed upon her. I enjoyed keeping her on edge, making her wonder about my next move, my next touch. She had practically begged me for a complete distraction, a way to escape the turmoil of her thoughts, and I was all too willing to provide it.

Tying the ribbon around her neck had been a calculated risk, a way to elicit a sense of fear to keep her off-balance and focused on me and the sensations I was eliciting from her body. Her calm acceptance of it made me wonder just how far I could push her.

Noelle huffed out an impatient breath. I could sense her frustration, her need for release, and it only fueled my desire to keep edging her until she was teetering on the brink. I wanted her to shatter into a million pieces, to forget everything except the pleasure I could give her.

I had to taste her. Her glistening pussy was aching for my attention. I moved between her legs and placed a hand on her calf. She jumped and let out a little yelp. Her mind must have been a million miles away for her not to have heard or felt me kneel before her.

A low, throaty rumble echoed in my chest. “Patience, Elle. Good things come to those who wait,” I growled.

I stretched my legs out behind me, thoroughly enjoying the opportunity to study her without her watching me.

Lightly I trailed my fingers over her leg, prompting goose bumps to surface on her skin. She was fighting a smile and biting down hard on her lip, her body shaking with silent laughter. I loved how sensitive she was.

Sliding my hands under her thighs, I shoved them apart, then shifted so I could rest my forearms on her thighs, opening her further up to me. I peppered the insides of her thighs with soft kisses before darting my tongue out and flicking her clit. She jerked, gasping.

Enveloping her in the warmth of my mouth, I feasted .

Her moans were music to my ears, urging me on as I sucked and licked her sensitive nub. The tangy sweetness of her juices made my mouth water, and I savored the exquisite flavor. “God, you’re so wet for me,” I praised before slipping my tongue deep within her channel.

Her walls clenched as she purred, “Yes, sirrr.” Beneath her hands, the blanket started to rip. She was desperate to touch me.

Pulling my mouth away, I chuckled. “It’s okay to touch me,” I said before returning to nibble on the tight bundle of nerves at her apex.

In a flash, she tangled her fingers in my hair, drawing me tighter to her. Two of my fingers slid into her wetness, curling in search of her most sensitive spot while I continued to tease her clit. Her hips bucked, her breathing becoming ragged as my fingers brushed against that magic button deep inside her. The combination had her writhing beneath me, her body seeking the release that I held just out of reach.

Instead of allowing her to plunge over that edge, I withdrew my fingers and gave her a quick kiss on the top of her mound. She let out a needy little whimper, followed by a growl. She understood the game I was playing full well.

Immediately, her hand moved to her pussy. I froze. Would she seize control of giving herself the release she sought? Or would she be a good girl and allow me to give her what she needed? My fingers wrapped around her hip, digging into her flesh. It was a warning she heeded. She slapped her hand to the floor with a frustrated “Ugh!” trembling with the effort it took to restrain herself.

I smiled at her frustration. It was a beautiful thing, watching her walk the fine line between control and breaking. She was a fighter, my little elf, but in this moment, she was mine to please, mine to command. And I would take my time until she was begging for release. It was intoxicating, and I wanted more. I wanted to explore every inch of her, to learn what made her tick, what made her moan. I wanted to push her to the edge and then pull her back, only to do it all over again. I wanted to hear her scream my name.

I wanted to own her, body and soul. Only then would I allow her to fall apart in my arms.

I kissed my way up her body to the space between the swells of her breasts, capturing one of her nipples with my fingers and the other with my mouth, worshiping them reverently. Savoring the moment, I licked and sucked, circling my tongue around the taut peak before gently biting down, drawing a gasp from her. Noelle arched into my touch, her body begging for more. I obliged, increasing the pressure, teasing her with the edge of my teeth before soothing the sting with my tongue. Her breath hitched, and she clutched my shoulders, holding me in place as I lavished attention on each breast.

Her reactions were intoxicating, each moan and whimper spurring me on. Her heart raced under my touch. Her nipples were hard and rosy, and I couldn’t get enough of them. I licked, sucked, and bit with a tenderness that belied the fierce desire burning within me. Her body thrashed beneath me, her hips bucking in a silent plea for more.

Somehow, this woman was once again on the verge of coming. Pausing, I pushed up onto my elbows and watched as she squinched up her face and grit her teeth in frustration. Her body was a live wire, ready to spark at the slightest touch. It was a heady feeling, knowing I had that kind of power over her.

Now, I wasn’t only pushing her to the edge, I was pushing myself. Fuck, there were so many ways I wanted to get to know her body. I had to get control of myself. I sat back on my heels, inhaling deeply and planning my path forward. If only I could keep it together long enough, we’d both have a chance to explode.

A look of disappointment overtook Noelle’s face. She was so close yet so far from the release she craved.

Once I was in control of my own needs, I leaned over her and pulled her knees up, spreading them wide and opening her completely to me. “God, how I want your tight pussy wrapped around my cock.” I ran the head of it over her clit, watching her body tense in anticipation. The way she gasped as I pressed against her entrance sent a surge of satisfaction through me.

Slowly, I pushed in, sighing at the delicious way she stretched around me as I sank deeper, inch by inch. Her soft whimpers lit me up, but it was her mouth dropping open in a breathy cry that really did it for me—wide, desperate, and full of need. I didn’t stop until I was buried to the hilt, my entire weight pressing down on her.

The sensual gratification of being inside her, that tight heat wrapping around me, was almost my undoing. I clenched my teeth, reveling in the way her body reacted to me as I began to thrust. Each stroke was powerful, and I hit that perfect spot inside her with each movement. Her nails dug into the skin of my arms, but the pain only fueled me more.

There was no tenderness now, no hesitation—just raw, unfiltered pleasure. It was the kind of sex that stripped everything down to pure sensation, the kind that blocked out thought until all that was left was the moment, the storm of passion. “You feel so good, so fucking tight,” I growled.

Noelle dug her heels into the floor and started meeting me stroke for stroke. She fisted my hair and dragged me down to her in a demanding kiss, her tongue sweeping into my mouth as she sought to take control .

For a moment, I let her, and our tongues tangled in a sensual battle. But then I yanked away. “No, my little elf. I’m not yours to control.”

With that, I pulled out. It was one of the hardest things I’d ever done. I was so close, my balls were aching. But I needed her to understand who was in charge. I needed her to submit to me completely. And I was willing to wait, to push us both until we were ready to ignite together.

I sat back on my heels once more, my chest heaving as I struggled to regain my composure. She was so fucking beautiful. And in that moment, I knew I was in deep—deeper than I had ever been before.

Noelle’s voice sliced through the fog of lust in my head, her words sharp and demanding.

“For Christ’s sake, make me come already, Kol. I’m done with your fucking games. If you don’t give me what I need, and I mean right now, I’m going to lose my ever-loving mind!” Her voice resonated with frustration and longing, her body tense with exasperation, and for a moment, I hesitated—a split-second of indecision before instinct took over.

Before she could say any more, I scooped her up and flipped her over onto my knee. My palm connected with her flesh with a sharp crack that echoed off the walls. She yelped.

“Let me go, you big oaf! You’re all show and no go,” she spat, writhing in my lap. For that, I smacked her three more times. My hand stung from the impact.

Though her struggles were futile, she didn’t stop trying to break free. “You’ve got a sassy mouth that deserves a spanking and an ass that begs for it,” I threatened in a low rumble that betrayed the depth of my arousal.

She jerked against my splayed-out hand that was holding her in place. This earned her a couple more smacks. As I held her, I could feel the fight draining out of her, replaced by a different kind of tension.

“It’s not about what you want,” I said. “It’s about learning to trust someone to give you what you need.” With that, she finally surrendered beneath my hand, and fuck, it was exhilarating. Trust was a two-way street, and in that moment, I was asking for a lot—more than I had any right to ask for. Her submission meant everything to me.

I lowered my knee, allowing her to slide off and onto the floor. Without giving her a chance to catch her breath, I gripped her hips and maneuvered her in front of me. Then, using my knee, I knocked her thighs apart and shoved them forward, leaving her ass in the air. I ran my hand up her spine, pressing her shoulders down, and she responded by arching her back and twisting her fingers in the blankets beneath us.

In one fell swoop, I thrust my throbbing cock into her tight little pussy. I slowly inhaled, trying to regain some semblance of control, the ecstasy of being inside her almost too much to bear. I took a moment to explore her body, my hands roaming over her curves, teasing her nipples.

She was perfect—a fiery, passionate woman who challenged me at every turn. I kissed her shoulder, nipping at her skin as I moved along her neck. Then, reaching around, I untied the bow under her chin, leaving the half-knot in place as a reminder of the possibilities that lay ahead.

“Relax. Trust me, I’m here to make you forget your name, remember?” I teased. The muscles of her back relaxed just enough to let me know that her interest was piqued.

With the ribbon ends still in my hand, I began to move inside her, setting a slow, deliberate pace. Immediately, she responded to me, her body arching to meet each thrust. My free hand glided over her curves and found the bundle of nerves at the apex of her thighs, my fingers tracing circles in time with the rhythm of my cock. A satisfied, soft sigh escaped her lips as she gave herself over to the sensation. This was definitely working for her. Her walls pulsed around my shaft.

“Oh, yes,” she whined, her voice trembling. She was close—so close—and the knowledge that I was the one taking her there filled me with satisfaction. But I wasn’t ready to let her fall over the edge just yet.

I raised myself up, gripping her hips as I increased the pace, my own need for release growing with each stroke. Tension coiled inside me, a tight spring that was moments away from snapping. It was time to test her limits, to push her to the brink and see if she would trust me enough to follow me over.

Taking one end of the ribbon in each hand, I gently tightened it around her throat. Her response was immediate, her body tensing.

“Touch yourself, and when I tell you to come…you will.”

She hesitated for only a moment before her hand moved to where we were joined, and she began working her clit.

“Yes, baby. That’s it. That’s my good girl,” I praised. My words seemed to spur her on.

The tension in my lower back began to zing. I pulled against the ribbons like sexy reins. I was aware the instant she could no longer breathe, which started an internal clock ticking in my mind. She didn’t panic. She was brave, this one. The longer it went on, the tighter her pussy clenched down on my cock and the more frantically her fingers moved. My balls drew up—my climax knocking on the door. She was there too.

Releasing the ribbons, I demanded, “Come, Noelle.” And she did.

After heaving in a breath of air, she cried out my name. The sound was a sweet melody that triggered my own release. Wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me, my body shuddering as I emptied myself inside her. For several long moments, we remained locked together, our bodies moving in sync as we rode out the aftershocks of our shared climax.

Finally, when the intensity of the moment had passed, I wrapped my arm around her and she collapsed into my hold as I withdrew. I lowered us both to the floor and pulled her against me. She curled up tight to me, her body trembling slightly as the adrenaline wore off. I reached up and untied the ribbon, letting it fall away as I pressed a tender kiss to her temple.

She turned her face to me, blinking as her eyes adjusted to the light. “That was amazing, Mr. Captain,” she whispered. The firelight cast a warm golden glow over her glistening skin, making her look like a goddess—my perfect goddess.

Her hand came up and gently cupped my cheek, her thumb brushing across my skin in a soft, soothing motion. She drew me in for a chaste kiss—a sweet, simple gesture that held more meaning than any words ever could. That moment sealed my fate. Noelle had claimed a piece of my soul, and I belonged to her—irrevocably, undeniably, for now and always.

I pulled the thick quilt over us, tucking it around her shoulders as she snuggled into me. Her eyes were already fluttering closed, and she let out a soft sigh, relaxing into me. Her heartbeat slowed, matching the steady rhythm of my own. The storm outside raged on, but inside we were wrapped up together in the peaceful afterglow of our passion. Tenderly, I kissed the top of her head, inhaling the sweet scent of her hair. She murmured something incoherent, a small smile playing on her lips as she drifted off to sleep .

Contentment washed over me—something I hadn’t experienced in a long time. I let my eyes close and allowed her soft breaths to lull me into a peaceful sleep.