'Twas a Dark and Delicious Christmas

by Stacey Espino

  “I won’t forget you.” He tucked loose hair behind her ears and took a deep, cleansing breath. “I—”

  Whatever he was going to say, he abruptly cut off. She didn’t argue or push him because it wouldn’t change anything. Laura-Ann was a fool. In one short day, she’d fallen in love. With all of the heartache she already possessed, this hurt more than she could’ve ever imagined.

  Before she could give him one last passionate kiss, he suddenly dematerialized from her home and her life.

  Forever.

  Chapter Four

  Christmas morning arrived. Alone, in her oversized shirt and woolen socks, Laura-Ann padded out of her room, rubbing sleep from her tired eyes. The night before, she’d cried herself to sleep. Her thoughts constantly drifted to Chris and she felt her world crumble around her knowing she’d never lay eyes on him again. Pull yourself together, Laura-Ann! Life goes on whether you’re hurting or not.

  She marched to the kitchenette that overlooked the living room. After prepping the coffee maker for a much needed caffeine boost, she flicked the switch that lit up the Christmas tree. Staring at the twinkling lights, her eyes caught sight of a small package in festive paper. There had been nothing under her tree the night before. Cautiously, she stepped around the counter and bent down to pick up the small box. A gift? Even though she now knew that Santa Claus was as real as her looming hangover, she didn’t expect a gift from him. She was on the naughty list for all eternity and her punishment had been thorough. There was only one way to break her and that was by playing with her desperate craving for true love. Santa was an evil genius. Maybe she’d find her mutilated heart in the confines of the carefully wrapped box.

  After pulling the silky red bow free, it fluttered to the hardwood. She sat down, cross-legged, and peeled back the layers of shiny paper. When she was ready to pull off the lid, she paused and took a deep breath. Inside the box was nothing—a fucking empty box! She tossed it across the room. Another cruel joke. In fact, a growing anger seethed within her, desperate for release. She eyed her perfect Christmas tree and wicked thoughts flitted through her mind. Just as she reached out to topple the tree from its stand, a deep baritone voice forced her to whirl around.

  Santa Claus, complete in his red garb, stood in front of her kitchen island with a gentle smile.

  “You?”

  “Merry Christmas, Laura-Ann,” he said with a joyous quality to his voice.

  The day was anything but joyous to her. “Have you come to mock me, to gloat in my sadness? Well, you’ve outdone yourself this year.”

  She clamped her jaw down tight, trying futilely to hold back her emotions. A part of her wanted Santa’s love and acceptance. Sure, she was messed up for a part of her life, but she’d spent the last few years trying to make amends, to no avail.

  “Child, I would never revel in your sadness. You have a good heart and I’ve always heard your plea. I haven’t ignored you. When you cried, I cried along with you.”

  “Then why? Why did you never answer me? Why did you send your henchman to punish me?”

  “Didn’t you get my gift this morning? It is Christmas, you know.”

  “Right. The empty box. Thanks. That pretty much sums up the last twenty-five years.”

  “What I gave you isn’t tangible, but it’s what you’ve always asked for.”

  “I asked for love. You can’t give me that.” The only love that would suffice would be Chris’ love, and that would never happen.

  Santa clapped his hands once and instantly, Chris appeared in front of her Christmas tree. He scanned the room with a bewildered expression. “Why have you brought me here?” His voice was laced with anger. “I told you I never wanted this assignment again!”

  Saint Nick chuckled, a deep belly laugh that he was known for. “I give you both a gift. The gift of love. Chris, I set you free from your forefather’s penance. Laura-Ann, sweet Laura-Ann, I give you the greatest gift of all.”

  “He doesn’t love me!” she shouted, feeling the weight of injustice weighing her down. But as she stared at Chris, something in his expression made her pause.

  “You shouldn’t speak for others. That’s a very naughty thing to do,” Chris said, his voice rich as velvet, and music to her ears. Her body thrummed hearing it.

  When she turned back, Santa Claus was gone—vanished in his magical way. “What’s going on Chris? Did he really free you?”

  Chris clapped his hands like he did when he’d made the fire at his home. Nothing happened. “Looks like it. My powers are gone and there’s a nip in the air.”

  “I’m so happy for you. But he shouldn’t have forced you to come here.”

  Chris closed the distance between them and ran his hands lovingly down the length of her arms, until he held her hands in his. “He’s Santa Claus, Laura-Ann. Don’t you remember the jingle? He knows…”

  “What are you saying?”

  He scowled in mock irritation. “The big guy read my heart and knew I’d give up anything just to have a normal life with you.” He cupped her face and kissed her lips. “I love you, Laura-Ann. Now and always. I know this is very abrupt, but I can’t help myself. Love is strange that way, I guess.”

  It may have been twenty-five years in the making, but Santa Clause kept good on fulfilling her greatest wish. Being on Santa’s naughty list turned out to be the greatest gift of all.

  “I love you, too, Chris. It had to be you. Now I know why I had to wait.”

  “Merry Christmas, sweetheart.” He pulled a paper out of his pocket. “Now, about this list. You’ve had your reward, but naughty girls still have to be punished.”

  “Well, let’s get started. I’m a big girl, I can take it. You have a lifetime to teach me how to be good.”

  He whisked her into his arms and carried her down the hall to their bedroom. She had no intention of letting him go now that she’d just found him.

  Chris lowered her onto the mattress in her perfectly kept bedroom. She knew there was no longer a need to keep up appearances. Santa Claus hadn’t forgotten her. He’d given her the greatest gift, and she wouldn’t dwell on her years of loneliness.

  “What are you going to do to me?” Laura-Ann bit her lower lip seductively.

  “Well, the first thing I’m going to do is get rid of these.” Chris pulled her oversized woolen socks from her feet and tossed them aside. “And these.” He then slid off her panties. Her heart rate accelerated and she felt her mouth salivating, desperate for a taste of the man gifted to her.

  “Now what?”

  “Since I was just about to enjoy some homemade Elf cookies before Santa brought me here, I think I deserve something just as sweet in return. It’s only fair.” He didn’t say another word, but trailed his tongue up the inside of her thigh, making her quiver and squirm. As he neared her throbbing pussy, she tensed in anticipation. God, she needed him.

  “Yes,” she moaned.

  “You look good enough to eat, Laura-Ann.” The next sensation had her calling out his name. He sucked her clit in between tongue-fucking her. She compared him to a starving man at a feast. Gripping the sheets in both hands, it didn’t take long for him to pull her orgasm to the surface. Her pussy pulsed, wave after wave, but Chris never let up until she was fully sated, and when she gazed at him, Laura-Ann noticed the startling hunger in his eyes.

  “What?”

  “Did you like that?” he asked, moving to sit on the edge of the bed.

  She answered cautiously, “Yes.”

  He shook his head in disapproval. “I’m supposed to be teaching you a lesson, not rewarding you for your naughty behavior.” When he patted his lap, she crawled up next to him, not sure what he wanted from her. “Remember the last time I spanked you? Don’t tell me you didn’t love it. Your pussy was soaking wet and you reeked of sex.”

  “You’re going to spank me? On Christmas morning?” She had to admit the idea thrilled her. Erotic tingles began to cascade through her body at the thought of his big, warm h
ands smacking her ass.

  He stretched her over his lap, his body still fully clothed. Next he tugged her t-shirt off over her head. She waited impatiently. Being naked and vulnerable over the lap of a man that she knew would never harm her, warmed her heart and heated her blood.

  “I never thought I’d get to do this again.” He rubbed soft circles over her exposed flesh. She ground her pussy against the rough material of his jeans, seeking any type of friction to dull the new and growing ache. Then she felt the first whack of flesh meeting flesh. The sound was loud and sharp and perfect. “You’ve been a naughty girl, haven’t you?”

  She moaned, wanting more. “Please…”

  “I didn’t ask you to beg,” he said firmly. “Just answer me.”

  “Yes! Yes! I’m a bad, bad girl and I want you to spank me, and then fuck me hard.”

  He chuckled, deep and rich like melted chocolate. “That’s a girl.”

  Chris rewarded her with spank after spank, his free hand teasing her clit and driving her mad with sensation. Then, as soon as the punishment began, it ended. He leaned over her body outstretched on his lap and kissed the heated globes of her ass. She knew, without words being spoken, that Chris was glad she was a naughty girl. And she was happy that he was the keeper of her list.

  Laura-Ann looked forward to a lifetime of being taught how to be good—in a very bad way.

  The End

  My Boys

  Copyright© 2010 Amarinda Jones

  Prologue

  Christmas Eve

  “What happened? What did heaven say? What did you say?” Ella McLeod’s mind ran rampant. She could barely think straight. While most people were preparing for Christmas she was on edge with need and confusion.

  “I told them you gave good head.” Mathias smiled and pulled Ella into his arms.

  Ella squirmed beside the dark haired man. As much as she liked to be held against his muscular body, she needed answers. “What? Heaven doesn’t care that I sucked your dick.” Who’d have thought I’d be standing in my own home on Christmas Eve discussing fellatio with an honest to God angel?

  “You’d be surprised what heaven cares about.” Mathias yanked the robe she was wearing off her shoulders.

  Ella shivered as the smooth satin slithered down her skin and the wild heat from his body permeated her naked flesh. “They care about cock sucking?” She could feel the cock in question hard against her stomach. No denim could contain the feel of that turgid flesh. Ella licked her lips in anticipation.

  Mathias’ hands slid around to cup her ass. “Oh, yeah. Heaven’s big on orgasms because they make people happy.”

  Ella closed her eyes and sighed. Her ass was big and flabby yet Mathias touched her flesh like she was beautiful. Weight and cellulite was no issue to him. He fucked her with a passion and sensuality she’d only read about. Mathias made Ella feel like a goddess. She opened her eyes and looked into the clear blue of his. Sex was one thing, reality another. At the moment reality was anything but real. Not many girls get an angel for Christmas. “You’re not taking this seriously. You could lose your wings.”

  “But I have you.” Mathias’ head dropped down and his lips suctioned her nipple.

  “Oh God…” She was wet with need.

  “Close,” Mathias murmured against her flesh.

  “Am I interrupting?” Harry sauntered into the room.

  Mathias looked at the other man. “Is he still here?”

  “Obviously.” Harry’s eyes locked on Ella. “Hello, beautiful.”

  As always, Ella’s heart skipped a beat when the auburn haired man spoke. Harry could make her come on his words alone. And his cock? Oh man…I am such a slut.

  “Why don’t you just pick up your little green elf bag and leave?” Mathias held Ella possessively against him.

  “Because Ella needs me, Angel, and if she sucks any dick it will be mine.”

  “She has me.” Mathias glared at the other man

  “Ella only needs me,” Harry responded, his voice edged with steel-like tones.

  “Great!” Ella pushed away from Mathias. Normally being naked, especially in front of men was not Ella’s best outfit, but these were not normal times. “A pissing contest! Everyone else has normal men to love but I get an angel and an elf.”

  Mathias smiled. “You love me.”

  Harry moved towards her. “Ella said she loved me.”

  She threw her hands up in frustration. “Oh, fuck it! Either beat each others brains out or accept the fact I’m going to fuck both of you when and how I choose, and you can either go along with it or leave.” Ella turned to head out the door, darting a glance over her shoulder.

  Harry’s eyes were on her ass. “I love fucking that ass.”

  His words excited Ella. She never dreamt two men would be fighting over her. Merry Christmas to me.

  “And I want that ass.” Mathias blew out a deep breath and turned to his rival. “We all need to talk.”

  Chapter One

  Heaven

  “This is highly irregular.” Cuthbert, angel first grade, was not happy.

  “I’m sure Mathias has a good reason.” Olivier, his underling tried to soothe his boss’ temper.

  “All I know is he went to see the boss and then vanished. Mathias is supposed to advise me of all his actions. After all, I am his sponsor in heaven and how he thinks he will ever make it to angel first grade, I do not know. He has definite attitude problems.”

  “Why would he be seeing Neil?” Olivier was confused.

  “Not Neil. He’s just a glorified secretary who sticks his nose into everyone’s business. He’s no better than any other angel here.”

  Olivier surveyed the short, tubby blond angel before him. Unlike the rest of the angels in heaven, Cuthbert insisted on wearing white despite heaven’s hierarchy relaxing that rule. But Cuthbert was all about rules. Olivier was also aware that Cuthbert was jealous of Neil as everyone knew Neil ran heaven. Good administrators always did all the hard work. “It must have been important if Mathias was called up by the big fella.”

  “I’m not sure it was. He just said he was going to see God and he didn’t come back. Mathias is supposed to be helping me deal with all these mortals and their problems over the Christmas break.”

  Olivier heard the edge of jealousy in his voice. “I’m sure you are more than able to cope.”

  Cuthbert flashed him an indignant glare. “I’m the backbone of our department. Between you and me, Mathias is just flashy charm. I don’t care if he ever comes back.”

  “Right.” Olivier didn’t believe that for a second. He suspected Cuthbert would make sure Mathias got in trouble somehow.

  ****

  Mathias was intrigued when Neil summoned him. He thought he would be seeing God, but few angels did. He stood before the tall red-headed man. The power that emanated from Neil was palpable.

  “We have a job for you,” Neil said.

  “I already have a job.” With Cuthbert the overly anal.

  “A job on earth.”

  Earth? Two years passed since he was down there. His last glimpse of the human world was the stars in the night sky as he lay under his motorcycle, his body in extreme agony as he died on the side of a road, alone. The idea of going back appealed to him. It would be interesting to visit and see that world through different eyes. Mathias had only viewed snatches of his old stomping ground with the odd job Cuthbert assigned him. Mathias spent most of his heaven bound existence listening to the prayers of mortals and ranking them in order of priority to be acted upon. “Please go on, Neil.”

  “There is a human — a female who’s in trouble.”

  That was not unusual to Mathias. Women prayed more than men as they were more open to all beliefs in the universe. He smiled suddenly, remembering the last soft body his cock had plunged in to. I miss sex.

  Neil’s eyes were locked on his. “This woman is special.”

  “They all are, Neil.” Mathias didn’t realize how much
until he died and arrived in heaven. It still surprised him that he’d managed to get to heaven. Mathias knew he had not exactly been good. Like all mortals he had enjoyed his vices, not always told the truth and often went out of his way to defy authority. That could possible be why I ended up being saddled with starch-knickered Cuthbert. He is my penance.

  “The lady in question is contemplating killing herself.”

  Mathias jerked in response. “What?” And why pick me?

  Neil’s smile was secretive. “That is for you to find out and fix.”

  ****

  The North Pole

  “I’m sending you to help her. Ella has no Christmas spirit and frankly you need to remember who you are now. You’re supposed to help people.”

  “I know who I am, SC. I’m a frigging elf.” The idea of it still amazed Harry.

  Santa Claus smiled. “I know being an elf is not what you want, but fate decreed when you passed from the mortal world this was who you were meant to me.”

  “I don’t even look like an elf.” At six foot four there was nothing sprite-like about Harry.

  “No, you’re not exactly whom I expected when you landed here six months ago but I take any help that is sent to me.”

  “To be honest, SC, I expected to go to hell—not here.”

  “This is the in-between hell and heaven. Most people are surprised when they arrive but unlike you, Harry, they give in to the Christmas spirit.”

  Six months ago, Harry was on a wilderness trek when the edge of the track on a steep mountain pass, gave way and he’d plunged over the side in an avalanche of rocks and dirt. He knew as he fell it was his last day on earth, but he didn’t expect to wake up in Santa’s workshop to be told he was an elf. What the fuck? An elf?

  “I know, I know. I get it now. The North Pole is where you go when you’re neither all good nor all bad. Frankly people should be told this so they can act accordingly in their lives and have a clear destination in mind when they die.”