by Piper Stone
“Well… Hi? How are you two? It’s, er, it’s been a while, hasn’t it? Your father is doing well. I know because your mother…” she stalled. They didn’t answer. “Okay then. So, here’s the thing. You see…” She looked behind her at the mess of the gifts she’d made again. Clearly it was the festive elephant in the room for her.
James snuck a glance at Alex and they shared a grin between the two of them.
“I wanted to bring you a present.”
She bent and retrieved a mug that said Merry Christmas Boss, and James allowed himself another small smile as she groaned, muttering ‘crap’ under her breath. This woman was something else and he couldn’t wait to have her between him and his friend. To feel her hot pussy contracting around them, her pretty mouth licking their cocks. She’d kept them both awake at night thinking about her.
“I wanted to bring you this and I thought I wanted to be the only one who brings you a, um, Merry Christmas mug, so I wanted to check and see who else sent you this. Because I wanted my present to be unique and I…” She paused to see if they were buying her insane explanation. Haylee could never lie convincingly, no matter how much she tried. She knew they weren’t idiots, so she tried again.
“Okay, fine. I have a problem, okay? It’s a very embarrassing problem. Can I just go now? I’m sorry about the gifts. I’ll pay for any damage I caused.”
“What problem do you have?” James asked.
“Yeah, maybe we can help,” Alex added.
“It’s an embarrassing problem. It’s something I need professional help with. I… Okay, look, I have this thing where every year during the holidays I dress up as Santa and I can’t help myself, I go around opening other people’s presents. I know. I really need help. It’s like a bad… fetish—”
“Fetish?” Alex smiled.
“Well, more like a real disease. I need meds; I need serious help. But if I could please just take one of your gifts, as a fix… to take the edge off my… disease, I’ll be out of your way.” She turned and that was as far as she got.
“Stop, and turn back around,” James said calmly but with authority injected into his voice.
She stomped her foot as she turned her absolutely gorgeous face toward them again.
She had the most unusual deep dark brown eyes, shielded with silky lashes and lips that were made just for them. The things they wanted to do to her – to her body, her mouth, her pussy and her ass became magnified now that she was within their grasp.
His blood heated at the thought of her welcoming their cocks inside her lovely tight body. Having known her forever, James knew that he wanted her the day she’d turned eighteen and was swimming in their Olympic size pool with Amelia. Not just for a night of casual sex, he wanted more from her than any other woman before. And his friend felt the same, which wasn’t a surprise at all.
They’d shared more women than they’d had single encounters and nothing seemed more right than her being theirs, together. There was nothing James wouldn’t do for Alex and the reverse was also true.
Alex’s father had been a straight-out psychopath; his mother had worked in one of the MacPherson departments. One day she had to bring Alex to work with her, afraid to leave him with her husband. And when James’ father noticed him, he brought Alex home with him for a few days. Since then they were inseparable.
Three years older than Alex, James had developed an older brother relationship with him. He taught him how to swim, ride horses, drive cars. Alex spent more time with the MacPhersons, getting up to mischief with James, than he did at home with his mother. That they wanted the same woman for keeps seemed a natural progression in their relationship.
But they knew she was too young, even at eighteen, and too innocent, so they decided to leave her alone. Allow she to experience life a little, break some other hearts, be exposed to different things. They gave her a few years to grow up. Not once did their feelings diminish over the years. She was the one for both of them. They knew that once they brought her between them, that was it. It was forever. She would belong to them.
“Tell us the truth, beautiful,” Alex said softly.
“I am telling you the truth,” she cried. The poor little thing was clearly stressed out. James wondered why, with a wicked half grin on his face. Well, both he and Alex knew exactly why. The moment they had walked in to find her here, they had silently agreed that she was not going to walk out of the door without their scent on her body, their cum inside her. She just didn’t know that yet.
“We don’t believe you, so we’ll try other means to get the truth from you. Remove your costume, Haylee.”
“What? Come on, I think the two of you are being unfair. I really have a problem, and really, why do I have to take this off?” she whined.
“Because we can’t take you seriously, dressed the way you are. Remove that Santa suit or we’ll remove it for you,” Alex added.
She stood before them, very flustered.
“You aren’t going anywhere until we can talk to you, sans the outfit,” James said quietly.
“Come on, Haylee, take it off. You can start with the hat and then that beard.” Alex chuckled. Beneath that they both knew she harbored a body so hot, she could turn men brainless. But she was theirs now. They planned to keep her in a glass and gold cage – the only men she would know would be them.
Sighing theatrically, she pulled off the hat, then the beard. She had gathered her chocolate waist-length hair into the jacket and now she tucked her hand at her nape and tugged it free. The soft sound of her tresses cascading down her back whispered around the room. James didn’t need to confirm with Alex; the thought of having her long lustrous mane wrapped around their wrists while they fucked her, heated both their blood.
She stood still and stared at them. Their defiant naughty Miss Santa.
“The jacket,” James said softly.
Biting the corner of her lip, she unbuttoned the thick heavy coat and slid it off her shoulders. She then bundled it up in her hand and held it in front of her.
James allowed himself a little smile as he turned to see Alex’s full grin. She did look utterly cute in her that padding suit, giving her a big bouncy chest and round tummy before disappearing into the pants.
“Your boots.” Alex’s grin remained as he steepled his fingers.
Sighing, she gingerly placed the jacket onto a nearby chair, then tugged off the boots.
Who would have thought cutting their business short a day earlier would allow this to happen? She had come right to them. And they got to tell her to take off her clothes for them.
“Pants,” James said, replacing his smile with a serious look. How did she plan to get her way out of this situation? Just as well they had the whole afternoon and night to find out.
She yanked them off angrily until she stood before them in a beige padding suit that gave her chubby thick thighs as well.
“Are you ready to tell us what you were doing messing with our gifts?” James asked. His question had her squaring her shoulders and pouting her lips, but she said nothing. He would love to take her over his knee for that pout.
“Very well. Alex?”
Alex acknowledged him, then turned to look at her. “Lose the padding, sweetheart.”
“What? No, I can’t. Come on, you’ve known me for so long, can’t I just go, please?”
“We can’t do that. This is basically a crime, am I right, James?”
“Burglary with intent to…” he paused for effect. “I’ll ask again, what exactly was your intention, Haylee?” He got harder with just the thought of her admitting why she was there.
Oh, they knew the reason. One of their security guards had brought up a gift directly to their offices late at night and said he thought they might like it sooner, since he’d recognized Haylee as Amelia’s cousin. What they found inside the box gave them all the permission they needed.
“You two are just sadistic,” she fumed, as she unzipped the sides of the suit and yanked an
d shimmed her way out of it, still struggling minutes later to divest herself of it.
“This is nuts, right? She’s making us feel the weirdest kind of shit. I mean she’s got us hard from watching her strip off a fat suit,” Alex said softly for James’ ears only.
He had to agree with his friend. The anticipation of seeing what was under the fat suit had his cock rock hard and now aching for her already.
They couldn’t wait to have her.
Standing in only her pink bikini briefs, a pink tank top and a pair of pink knee high knit socks, Haylee wanted to cry. They were not going to leave her intrusion into James’ study alone, nor would they drop the issue of her rummaging through their gifts.
This time she couldn’t even call Ame to help bail her out. She was on her own with two startlingly gorgeous and sexy men, who dominated the world the minute they rose from their beds in the morning. They did it with twelve packs of abs between them and enough testosterone to melt the whole female population. Oh great.
They took their time perusing her. She couldn’t help herself and crossed her arms over her chest to hide her pebbling nipples. Not great.
“Do you think you might be inclined to talk to us now?” James asked.
Again, she remained silent.
“We have all night. We can keep you here for as long as we like, beautiful,” Alex said.
“And we can do whatever we like with you too, sweetheart,” James confirmed.
She swallowed hard as she absorbed their words. Her body was on fire. Her breath was hard and heavy and getting lodged in her throat. All night with them, warm, wet and cozy in their arms while it snowed outside. Could her favorite holiday be any more perfect than that? Her body and heart craved nothing more.
And for that reason, she had to get out ASAP. She was in too volatile a situation to be trusted before she blurted out her wants and desires and begged them to make it happen. “Okay. You want the truth, I’ll tell you the truth. I wanted to surprise you with a… a song.”
“A song?” Alex asked.
“Yes, like a Christmas carol, you know.”
“All right, then sing,” James said.
“Well I can’t now. I was meant to do it in my Santa suit. So, er, your loss. I’ll just be on my way—”
“That’s fine, we’ll imagine you in the suit.”
“Sing.”
She just kept digging bigger and bigger holes for herself. She started singing Silent Night at the top of lungs, completely off tune. She was never ever a singer, and really, to spare their ears, they should thank her and rush her out of their space immediately.
They sat, seeming very interested in her horrible singing. She sang louder. What on earth was she doing? A breakdown. That’s what she was doing. She was having a nervous breakdown right in front of them. She finished the last line and frowned, chewed her lips and wrung her hands together.
This was not going well at all.
“You done?” Alex asked.
She nodded meekly. Oh, fuck on a candy cane.
“What’s that thing Aunt Maggie used to do to us when she wanted us to tell her the truth whenever we got into trouble when we were kids?” James turned to face his friend as he asked, deceptively cheerful and happily conversational.
“You mean the spanking she used to give us?” Alex grinned and Haylee’s heart missed a beat.
“Yes, that’s it,” James said then turned to focus his attention back on her.
Spanking? They were joking. Surely.
Chapter 3
They both rose, discarded their jackets and ties, then rolled up their shirt sleeves. Hell in a basket. She faced two man-gods with the most sculptured forearms in the world and hands so big they could cup her ass in their palms comfortably.
But nope, no matter how her brain turned to a Christmas pudding in their company, her feelings for them would stay buried forever. She had to make sure of that by whatever means necessary.
James came toward her, his full impressive height was daunting and exciting at the same time. “The truth, sweetheart?” he said softly, cupping one side of her face. His thumb skimmed her bottom lip.
It was entirely an erotic move and she almost sagged against him. She resisted the need to lick the pad of his thumb, her gaze darting to the gifts, serving as a reminder about why she needed her wits in full form. Well, her gift was there somewhere. She hoped, desperately.
“Just tell us the truth, beautiful.” Alex came in behind her and whispered in her ear.
She couldn’t miss the taunting in his deep sexy tone of voice. Shivers slid down her spine. She didn’t mistake the way he brought her closer to his body either, how his breath lingered against the side of her neck.
What was happening?
She was unfairly aroused and nervous as heck at the same time. She had no control over them at all. They would not stay and sit like good little boys while she turned the study upside down looking for her wretched gift and then slipped out, never to be seen again. No. They turned everything upside down for her, every time she saw them, reducing her to a puddle of fierce desire. But no, she kept telling herself. These men made more billions between the two of them, than all the richest men in the world together. They had means. They had ways. Power. Arrogance. Authority. They knew how to get what they wanted and they’d use any means possible.
She couldn’t show them her weakness, not when her weakness was them. One wrong move on her part and they’d eat for her dinner, Christmas dinner to be precise.
“You’re not going to spank me. I’m not five years old,” she said saucily.
It wasn’t right that even in her panic, the thought of them spanking her thrilled her beyond reason. The idea of being in her panties in their company, while they reddened her backside, created a whole new avenue of unlikely strange cravings swirling over her skin. Her breath quickened in exhilaration, even though she tried to stop herself from doing that. They were strategically and carefully breaking her down, exposing her desires, leaving her bare without anything to shield herself. She had to stop them.
“Bend over the desk, sweetheart.”
She threw her gaze at James. Bend over the desk? Seriously? He slowly rubbed his jawline and her pussy spasmed on its own. She had to squeeze her thighs together.
“Come on, Haylee,” Alex said.
She faced him and he bit his lip in the most manly, breath and nerve-dissolving way ever. An unwanted thrill shuttled down her spine.
Crap.
“Do you think it was nice what you did? It isn’t keeping with the holiday spirit, is it, sweetheart?” James asked.
“Opening gifts that weren’t meant for you. And dressed as Santa too? That’s harsh, beautiful,” Alex added.
“I’m sorry. I’m really sorry. I’ll re-wrap them all up so perfectly you won’t even know I was ever here. I promise.”
“You’re sorry only because you got caught, little Santa. Now bend over.”
Alex’s suddenly domineering tone caught her by surprise. Innately, she knew beneath his playful, light demeanor, he matched James in forcefulness. How was she going to stand up to them when their sheer dominance made her weak and incapable of everything?
Pinching her thighs together as tightly as she could, she leaned a little more over the side of the desk, awkwardly. So awkwardly, in fact, that she drew a chuckle from both James and Alex. Before she could get defensive – it wasn’t as if she went around being spanked regularly – big, strong warm hands touched her.
“You’re kidding, right? You aren’t really serious, are you?” she threw over her shoulder. They were playing with her. Trying to teach her some sort of lesson by threatening her with a spanking.
“Did Aunt Maggie ever kid about a spanking, Alex?”
“Never,” Alex confirmed. “And neither do we.” He moved behind her, crouched and wrapping his arm around her legs, brought her further away from the desk.
She squealed, thinking she might lose her balance, and made a
mad scramble to keep her balance on the expensive, gleaming wood. She now had to stand on the tips of her sock-clad feet.
“Your offenses make a long list, sweetheart. Breaking and entering. Destroying personal property. Singing off tune.” He ran his hands up her calves, igniting fires in her belly as he reached her inner thighs and forced her to part them for him.
Oh, heck.
His breath feathered against the backs of her thighs.
Did he move that much closer? Panic had her scrunching up her hands into tight fists. Could he see the wet spot on her panties? She bit her lip and hoped he wouldn’t notice it.
All thoughts vanished when James swept his hand down her spine to rest on her lower back. He slid his other hand under her belly and she moaned involuntarily when his thumb brushed her aching breasts. He pressed into her back, causing her butt to stick out.
Oh, dear. She was getting more doomed as the seconds ticked by.
“Perfect,” they murmured standing on either side of her.
“Okay, look…” She twisted and tried to straighten. Within seconds, her butt was swatted hard and she was forced back into position. If that didn’t stun her, nothing ever would. Her body, which had been simmering since the moment they walked in, now flamed and soared. Under the thin material of her underwear, her butt cheeks stung and her nipples pebbled, straining against her tank top.
Why, oh why, did she want them to do it to her again? She tried to keep calm, tried to will away the fresh wetness gathering between her legs and soaking her panties. Getting aroused was not the way to go. What was wrong with her? No one had ever spanked her before, and really, they hadn’t even started spanking her in earnest yet, and she was all bent out of shape and hopelessly wet.
Her cheeks became charred, there was no other word for it. She was embarrassed and aroused and plain crazy for them. How was this better than anything else she had every experienced – bent over the desk by them, legs spread wide in her panties and tank top?
“Ready?” Alex asked, not giving her a chance to dwell on one thing before he started with the next. “Not a word unless you want to tell us what you were doing here, what you were looking for. Understand?” He didn’t wait for her answer; instead, he lifted his hand and slapped one side of her ass so hard that her heart missed a couple of beats.
