Yule Tied Up (Verona Falls University: Christmas Story)

3. Dom

CHAPTER 3

Dom

The horse pulling the Christmas wagon is a beautiful white mare. She’s decked out with bells, so every time she moves, she jingles. I’ve always been a little nervous of horses. Someone—who loves them—once told me that a horse is like an unpredictable toddler who has the capacity to break your bones, if it chooses, and I’ve never been able to think of them any other way since.

The horse snorts, its breath creating white plumes in the cold air, and stamps its hoof, as though impatient to get moving.

“Whoa, girl.” The driver gives a tug on the reins. He’s not much older than we are, but he’s bundled up against the cold, and I can’t see much more about him. “She’s wanting to get going.”

“Beautiful horse,” I tell him, mainly just being polite.

“Thanks. You folks here for the holidays? You don’t look local.”

“We’re not,” Mackenzie says but stops there.

None of us are going to tell him where we’re from.

We settle into the wagon, and I pick up the cream knitted blanket that’s on the opposite seat before Kirill sits on top of it. I drape it carefully over Mack’s knees. Tino makes to sit next to Kirill, but I shake my head.

“There’s room next to Mackenzie, right here.” I indicate the spot I mean.

Kirill huffs. “Am I contagious or something?”

“Or something, for sure,” I reply mysteriously.

I wink at him, and he smirks and sits back.

Clearly, he gets the message.

Tino takes a seat on the other side of our girl, and we jerk back as the horse sets off at a fast trot. Its bells jingle with every thud of its hooves.

As we leave the fair behind us, we enter a path through the edge of the woods, the snow frosting the ground, sparkling under tiny lights hanging from the trees.

Mackenzie sighs and snuggles closer. “This is so beautiful.”

I sneak my arm under the blanket. “The most beautiful thing here is you.”

She turns to me, and Tino bends his head to lick and suck at her exposed neck.

“Oh,” she gasps.

Then her “ oooh ,” gets a little higher and contains a touch of alarm as my fingers work their way into her pants.

“Guys, noooo, this is … the driver ,” she hisses.

“He can’t hear,” I say, not caring if that’s true or not. “The wind, and the bells, and the noise of the markets will cover us.”

Her blue eyes are wide. “No. Oh, my God.”

I lean in close to lightly bite her ear. “Are you saying no to me? I didn’t think perfect dolls got to say no.”

She moans softly, but she loves being talked to like that. She lifts her hips slightly, giving me better access. I part her pussy with my finger, loving how hot and wet she is already, and gently stroke her clit. I start to work her, spreading her wetness from her tight entrance to the sensitive bundle of nerves. Touching her like this makes me hard, and I adjust myself in my jeans, wishing I could free myself.

She glances around furtively as if there are people in the woods, and I want to laugh at her paranoia.

Soon, though, she is too into it to care, and her eyes drift closed. Tino kisses her cheek and neck, and then he turns her face to claim her mouth.

Kirill watches us, transfixed.

We turn a corner and start the road back down to the markets, but the wagon has slowed down. “It’s a bit rickety on this stretch,” the wagon driver shouts back to us.

I nod, but realizing he can’t see in the dark, answer, “That’s fine. Slow is good.”

I want her to come before we get back to the bustle of the stalls.

Her clit is swollen, and I pinch it. She gasps again and lets out a whimper.

Tino growls. “Keep quiet, Kenzie. If you keep making noise, I’ll have to put my hand over your mouth.”

His warning is low, but I hear it.

She moans and squirms. She’d fucking love that, I bet. Being forced to come but not allowed to make any noise.

We’re so slow at this stretch of the route that walking would be as fast. I start to whisper filthy nothings in Mackenzie’s ear.

“That’s it, baby girl, let me see you come for me. Just a taste, that’s all I want. I miss this pussy. I need to feel you come around my fingers. Such a perfect, swollen, wet, pretty pussy. Spread these legs a little more, darling.”

She does. She parts her legs for me and hitches up a little, the dirty minx, giving me the access I need to push two fingers inside her. She gasps again and grabs Tino’s arm.

Her fingers dig into his jacket, and her gaze locks on Kirill, who is staring at her, slowly rubbing his erection through his pants. Will he come inside his clothes like a horny teenager? Kirill is kind of obsessed with cum, so it probably wouldn’t even bother him if he had to walk around for the rest of the evening like that.

This way, she’s connected to all three of us. I’m giving her pleasure, but she’s holding on to Tino, and watching Kirill.

If her breathing is anything to go by, she’s getting close. Her pussy is wetter, too. My fingers make an obscene sound, and I bet the driver is as hard as nails if he can hear it.

Mackenzie’s breathing has grown ragged, but she’s trying to keep it quiet. Her sexy little moans make me even harder. Perhaps I’ll be the one who comes in his jeans?

Then she seems to lose her focus. She stills her breathing, her body going rigid, and her gaze slowly turns from Kirill to glance out into the dark woods.

She grabs my wrist, halting my actions.

“Dom, wait, stop.”

“What?” I demand.

She doesn’t tear her eyes from the trees. “Don’t you feel it?”

“Feel what?”

“As if someone is watching us. From the woods.”

I laugh softly and bite her earlobe. “Baby, no one is creeping around in these pitch-black woods waiting for the off chance of some horny couple taking a wagon ride.”

“No, I mean, but …”

I pull my fingers out and spank her pussy as hard as I can with her pants still in place.

She bites her lip, and her gaze flies up to meet mine. I pinch her clit and then rub it, then pinch again, and as I slip two thick fingers inside her, she shatters.

With perfect timing too, because we’re just hitting the first few stalls again, and there are people up ahead. Her back bows, and she lets out a cry. Her pussy clenches around my fingers, two, three more times, her orgasm shuddering through her. She falls back against the seat behind her with a sigh.

Her fingers uncurl from Tino’s arms, and she flicks a shy glance at Kirill, who has stopped rubbing his massive erection. Just in time, too, as we trundle into the main thoroughfare and through a big group of revelers.

“Good girl.” I gently pet her pussy before I pull her panties back into place. Then I lift my fingers to my mouth and suck them in. I groan at the taste of her.

I’m sure I’m not the only one with a raging hard-on. When we get back to the cabin tonight, we’re going to fuck her senseless.