'Twas a Dark and Delicious Christmas

by Stacey Espino

  “A Christmas miracle,” he whispered, fully enamored and unable to look away from her face.

  “It’s so beautiful.” She looked from the sky to Chris’ eyes and froze as if caught in a spotlight. “Should I be afraid, Chris?”

  Hearing his name on her lips made his cock tighten in his jeans. She was a mixture of sugar and spice and he desperately wanted a taste. He’d enjoy doling out her punishment, but had to admit that he wanted more from her than this one night. But spinning impossible fairy tales would only make the future ahead of him more indigestible. Taking a deep breath, he regained his composure—until she spoke again.

  “If I’m already convicted and condemned for being naughty, then maybe I should reap some of the benefits. Will you kiss me?”

  He wanted to do a hell of a lot more than kiss, but the thought of brushing his lips against hers stirred a deep seated desire within him that he couldn’t deny.

  “Thought you’d never ask.” He dipped his head and relented to the warmth of her mouth, her taste. She didn’t hesitate to spear him with her sweet tongue, and he tasted a mixture of alcohol and cinnamon. Moaning passionately into his mouth, he knew exactly why Laura-Ann was on the list. She was a siren, a temptation with an insatiable appetite. Although she fought her natural tendency, it was there at the surface waiting to take over the conservative business woman. He knew it like he knew his own desires.

  “Chris…” She peppered kisses down his neck and tugged at the collar of his t-shirt. “I’ve been a bad girl. I need to be punished.”

  A primitive growl escaped his lips. “Fuck.” She squirmed against his body, pressing against his erection. Grabbing her fleshy ass in both hands, he pulled her tight to his body. “You don’t know what you’re asking, little one.”

  “Touch me.” She tugged at the clasps holding her bustier closed. Her breasts jiggled as she freed several of the binds. He didn’t speak, only acted on instinct, bending his knees just enough so he could swipe his tongue over the taut nipple spilling out of the tight confines of her garment. “Yes!” she cried, arching her back and pulling his head against her billowy softness. His feral instincts ignited. He tugged on her nipple, suckling her tit while fighting with the zipper at the side of her skirt. Not even the bossman himself could order him to stop the sequence of events now.

  ****

  Laura-Ann lost herself to lust. Years of stifling her rampant desires to play normal came back to bite. All she could think about was Chris—his kiss, his touch, and his body. The evening was perfect, intoxicating. Stars twinkled above and plump snowflakes floated down in a lazy way, like a promise of long, blissful passion. It was a winter wonderland. Being in the arms of a sex god, and not sitting alone having a pity party, unleashed her floodgates of desire. She didn’t care about her carefully constructed external barriers, her reputation, or the fact she was standing next to a sleigh and reindeer, preparing for a magical trip to the North Pole. What mattered was Chris and what he could do for her body. She anticipated his punishment, his big rough hands spanking her naked ass, or his hard cock fucking her without mercy. She wanted it. All of it. She once was a very bad girl, as Santa suggested, living only to satisfy her bodily lust and hide from her feelings. Now she wanted to feel that way again—with Chris.

  “We better get back before I do something I’ll regret,” he said. “Besides, I think we’ve traumatized Santa’s Elves enough for one night.”

  Laura-Ann shifted in Chris’ arms and looked towards the sleigh. Several little heads peeped out, and then returned to hiding. “Why didn’t you tell me we had an audience?” she blurted, quickly pulling her shirt up to cover her exposed nipples. In a few more minutes she would’ve been bent over the roof, begging to be fucked.

  “You seem to have distracted me. I’ll have to add your recent behavior to Santa’s list. He’ll want to know about this side of you.”

  “I don’t have a side! And I didn’t see you complaining, Elf boy.” Her breathing still hadn’t stabilized. Part of her wanted to slip into denial and embrace her anger, while the other, more dominant side, wanted to stay in Chris’ sheltered embrace and never let go. He’d managed to turn her perfect composure upside down in a matter of minutes.

  “I’m not an Elf.” He pressed his hand to the small of her back, and then led her to the sleigh. She voluntarily climbed inside. The woodwork was exquisite, painted in festive colors. She ran her fingertips along the shellacked surface and wiggled to the side when Chris climbed in beside her. “Wanna drive?” he asked.

  “Seriously?” She couldn’t help but smile. When Chris placed the thick, weighted reins in her palms, she felt empowered and excited at what was to come. Barely an hour ago, she’d passed out in a drunken stupor, depressed about her dull life, and the next, she was about to fly away in Santa’s sleigh with a hunk beside her.

  “Come on—give it a little flick. They know their way home.” He placed an arm around her shoulder—the heat of his body comforting in the chilly night air. Within seconds they were airborne. Laura-Ann fell back into Chris’ embrace and squealed as the cityscape grew smaller and smaller as they soared through the night sky. She wondered if she’d wake up the next morning to discover this entire experience had been nothing more than an elaborate, drunken dream. Somehow the thought of never knowing Chris filled her with dread. His presence comforted her. She was inexplicitly drawn to him, and not only because he made her pussy flare to life with no effort. The depths of his dark eyes offered promises of forever.

  Chapter Three

  The Elves scampered off as soon as they landed, eager to put distance between themselves and a human deemed “naughty”. Chris held out his hand and helped Laura-Ann step over the side of the sleigh onto the hard packed snow that covered the entire landscape.

  “I’m freezing,” she said, her teeth beginning to chatter. With her arms and shoulders bare, he didn’t doubt she’d be uncomfortable, but he didn’t have a blanket in the sleigh to offer her. Being an employee in Santa’s village, he was immune to the effects of the cold. As long as he upheld his contract, he’d be gifted with many magical abilities to aid him with his duties. Without Christmas magic, he was just as human as the woman clinging to his arm.

  “I’ll take care of you,” he offered. As soon as he spoke the words, he recalled why he brought her to the North Pole in the first place—for punishment. He emotionally pulled away, leading the blonde victim to his private chambers near the back of the village.

  No Elves or citizens came near his end of the rural community. Nobody wanted to think about people that chose to be bad, rather than make Santa Claus happy. At this time of year, things bustled in Santa’s workshop and a general feeling of peace and cheer filled the air. Laura-Ann’s arrival would not be welcomed, but they also knew it was a necessity to maintain a naughty list.

  Once inside his private chambers, he closed and locked the heavy wooden door. With a clap of his hands, a fire roared to life in the stone hearth.

  Laura-Ann gasped.

  “Like that, do you? I have a lot of tricks up my sleeve.” Chris pulled a heavy patchwork quilt over her shoulders and rubbed her upper arms to create friction and heat.

  “Thank you.” The simple words brought out his protective instincts—a masculine desire to shelter the fragile female.

  “Don’t thank me. As soon as the room warms up I’m going to have you naked.”

  She smiled—not what he expected. “I’m not averse to continuing what we started, Chris.” She bent down to her knees in front of the fire and warmed her hands. “Aren’t you cold?”

  “I don’t get cold.”

  “Ever?”

  “No. One of the perks when you make a deal with the devil.”

  She cocked her head to the side. “Are you calling Santa a devil? I have issues with the man in red myself, but I wouldn’t go so far as to call him that. He may have ignored my pleas, but he’s helped others—ones he’s deemed good.”

  “It’s a long stor
y, Laura-Ann. One I won’t bore you with.”

  She pouted and it hit him on an emotional level he couldn’t describe. “But I want to hear your story. Please tell me.”

  Her sweet face implored him to continue and he couldn’t refuse her. “Many generations ago, one of my forefathers made a deal to get off the naughty list. He agreed to take the burden off of Santa by handling the miscreants, leaving Saint Nick with all of his free time to devote to deserving humans. The deal bound all future generations to the same promise. I’m bound by blood, whether I like it or not.”

  “I’m assuming you don’t like it.” She stood, letting the blanket slide off her shoulders. Walking over to him, she held pity in her eyes, along with more. Desire. “Is it really that bad? Maybe punishing me can be pleasurable for you.” She began to unclasp her top and didn’t stop until it fell away. Her breasts were perfect, sloping out into tempting peaks. As she neared him, she shimmied out of her tight skirt, leaving only whisper thin red panties and red heels. She reached behind her and pulled the pin out, allowing her blonde silk hair to spill over her back and shoulders. He suppressed a groan at the sight of her delicious curves.

  “You’re right. I have a job to do and I’m going to enjoy this assignment.” He circled her, taking in every delicious curve of her body. “Lose the panties.”

  She obeyed without question. The gleam in her eyes suggested she enjoyed every second of his dominance. “Surely, Santa can’t hold you accountable for the sins of your forefathers. Maybe you should talk to him.”

  His mind was fuzzy from lust. “No. Tradition is always upheld.” He sat down on his oversized leather chair, conveniently free of side arms. “Come here.”

  Completely naked, save her sexier-than-sin heels, she stepped forward until she stood proudly in front of him. Chris yanked her to him, guiding her down over his lap with her ass in the air. Her ass was plump and firm, temptingly perfect for his ministrations. After a warming rub, he struck her left cheek with a stinging slap. She yelped and ground her pussy into his thigh. There was no doubt in his mind that she liked her punishment. Another slap, and another, and another. Her ass heated to a bright, pretty pink. Leaning over to kiss the tender globes, he reached under to tease her clit.

  “Yes!” she cried. Her sexy moans nearly unraveled him. If he allowed himself to fall for the woman, he’d never be able to stomach a lifetime as keeper of the naughty list. It was better if he didn’t know what he was missing, but Laura-Ann was a temptation that he wasn’t sure he could resist. “More,” she begged.

  “Oh, we’ve just gotten started. Careful what you ask for, sweet thing.”

  She pulled herself up and straddled his lap. “Take off your shirt.”

  “This is about you, not me.” If he started stripping, she’d be in his bed in no time. He couldn’t lose himself in her warmth, only to return her to her reality the next morning. If he took her, he knew he’d have to keep her, and that would never be permitted.

  “Please. I want to touch you. Please, Chris.” She kissed his cheek, and then nibbled on his earlobe. Her little hands pulled his shirt up before slipping them inside and began stroking his heated flesh. He groaned, not attempting to stop her invasion. How could he?

  “Tell me something, Laura-Ann. What was it that Santa Claus denied you? Why do you blame him for your naughty behavior?” He imagined she didn’t get a particular doll or fancy dress as a child, and held a grudge against the big man in a spoiled fit.

  “Never mind.” She traced her tongue along his pulse point, making his dick hard as steel. But he wanted answers.

  “If you tell me, I’ll do whatever you ask.”

  She leaned back with a satisfied smirk, but it quickly vanished as she began to speak. “I thought what I asked for was unselfish, but it turns out it was the most selfish gift I could request.” She used her fingertips to paint patterns on his chest as she spoke, avoiding eye contact. “My parents were killed in a car accident, returning from my father’s employees’ Christmas party on December 23rd. I was left an orphan and all I ever asked for was—” Tears filled her eyes and she bit her lower lip.

  “Go on.”

  “Love. Foster parents came and went, but there was never love. Once I became an adult, I sought that love in the wrong places. It still eludes me.” A single tear traced her cheek and he wiped it away with the pad of his thumb.

  He had no desire to punish her further—not after those painful words. Chris couldn’t imagine how lonely her life was all of those years, and all she ever asked for was the one thing he wasn’t permitted to give her. He pulled her head to his chest and stroked her hair. For several minutes they stayed like that, some unspoken connection created between them. When her breathing steadied, he wondered if she fell asleep.

  “Laura-Ann?”

  “Lose the shirt,” she commanded, suddenly grinning conspiratorially.

  “You’ll hold me to my word?”

  “I spilled my heart to you, Chris. Now you owe me one night.” She swallowed hard. “For one night…pretend to love me.”

  He couldn’t hold back. Her swollen lips and red rimmed blue eyes proved the ultimate temptation. An emotional bond existed between them and all that mattered was making love to her.

  ****

  Chris’ lips crushed against hers in a fevered frenzy. She parted her lips and allowed his eager tongue to dance with hers. If she ever needed a man, it was now. Opening herself up to him left her uniquely vulnerable. He said he’d grant her anything she wanted, and since a human couldn’t inspire love in another, she asked him to pretend. For tonight they’d be lovers and tomorrow she’d deal with her heartache. One day at a time.

  He swept her off her feet and carried her to the massive bed near the fireplace. Lying on the bed of warm quilts, she watched as Chris plucked off his shirt and shucked his pants. Gazing at his muscular body made hers tingle with desire. He crawled over her, covering her body with his. His firm body was so warm it scorched her chilled skin. She could only imagine what it would feel like to have his cock buried inside her.

  “Are you wet, Laura-Ann?” He reached between them and impaled her body with two fingers. She moaned and tightened around his digits, needing him to finger fuck her—harder, faster.

  “I’m a naughty girl. Punish me with your cock.” She thrust her hips up to capture more of his fingers, but he pulled away, leaving her feeling empty and needy. “Please.”

  He curved his hard body over hers and kissed her. Not a frenzied kiss, but a sweet one with promises attached. “You’re a good girl. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.”

  Hearing the words was too much for her to carry. Tears slipped down her temples. Lacking a father’s loving words, or any man’s care and affection—Chris’ statement filled a void she hadn’t realized existed.

  He spread her legs apart with his strong thighs, the muscles in his broad shoulders bunching as he supported his weight over her, and then he slid his thick cock between her wet lips. She shuddered and moaned. When he entered her with a deep, powerful thrust, she called out his name and wrapped her arms around his neck, anchoring herself from the exquisite pleasure.

  Thrust after thrust, Chris fucked her with power and stamina. Several times they held eye contact and she could swear she saw adoration in his gaze. He probably just held up his part of the bargain, making her feel loved, which he did brilliantly.

  “You’re perfect,” he muttered.

  Not perfect, she thought. She lived a lie and finally felt alive with this one man. The one man she wanted and couldn’t have.

  An orgasm teetered on the edge, teasing her, taunting her. She dug her nails into Chris’ shoulders to spur him on. He fucked her harder now, his pubic bone rubbing deliciously against her clit with each pump of his hips. Just when her body hummed, ready to explode in a shower of bliss, Chris pulled back. Breathless and desperate, she scowled at him, attempting to pull him against her. He only smirked—a sexy, evil smirk that fuelled the liquid heat b
urning in her veins.

  “What are you doing?” she demanded.

  “Well, I figure I should punish you a little bit. You’re enjoying yourself too much, Laura-Ann.”

  “Isn’t that the idea?” She smoothed her hands over his broad shoulders, admiring his form, glistening from a sheen of sweat. There was no way a man could stop mid-fuck. He had to be just as wound tight as her, but he insisted on prolonging the sweet torture.

  He slithered down her body, once again lavishing her breasts with his skilled tongue. She closed her eyes. Every cell in her body was alight and she expected to spontaneously orgasm any second. But every time she neared that plane of pleasure, he seemed to know, and moved on to another part of her body.

  “Chris. Please. I need you. I did what you asked and I deserve my reward. If you loved me, you wouldn’t want me to suffer.”

  He exhaled in resignation. Chris cupped her mound with his big hand and kissed her lips. She lost herself to his affection and the gentle motion from the heel of his hand against her clit. When she began to pant and moan despite her efforts to maintain some control, Chris finally humored her. She felt every beautiful inch of his cock as it forged its way into her hot, wet pussy. With a sigh of relief, she held him close, drowning in the perfect moment. She held her breath as her release climbed and climbed before finally detonating in a shower of color and light.

  “Chris!” She called out his name repeatedly, like a mantra. As her release faded, reality began to set in. The fantasy was over, and now she’d lose everything once again.

  ****

  After the long journey, Chris used his magic to whisk them from the roof of the townhouse, into her living room. It felt like no time had passed. Everything looked the same, neat and perfect—and cold. She wanted to grab hold of Chris and beg him not to leave her, to abandon his calling to stay with her, and to love her. However, she still had her wits and her dignity. She couldn’t force a man to love her anymore than she could erase the past.

  “Well, I guess this is good-bye,” she said, holding onto her emotions with a herculean effort.