Santa's Elf

by Qwillia Rain

  “I do trust you, it’s just…” Elf found it difficult to concentrate as he eased his hands down her belly, over the links of gold and silver, and beneath the front panel of her panties.

  “Then let me dress you.” His smile was hidden in the neatly trimmed beard and moustache. “And undress you.”

  The heat of his body warmed her as he eased her thong over her hips to her thighs then let the silky fabric drop to the floor. His fingertips explored the plain band of elastic at the top of her stockings. “I’m glad I didn’t know you normally wore this to work, Elf.”

  “Why?”

  In answer, Dayton pulled her hips back toward his, releasing a mingled groan and chuckle.

  Elf gasped at the feel of his aroused cock pressing between the rounded cheeks of her ass.

  “If I’d known, my Elf, Santa would have been indulging himself at the office before now.”

  Exerting little effort, Dayton turned her into his arms and lifted her off her feet. Instinctively, Elf wrapped her legs around his hips, settling her throbbing cunt against the hard ridge beneath his jeans. Her arms curved over his shoulders, fingers digging into his silver waves as she pressed her swollen breasts against his chest.

  “I want you to leave your gifts with me until Christmas, Elf.”

  The cool raw silk duvet had her arching into him as Dayton laid her in the center of his huge bed. Keeping his body covering hers, he eased her arms from around his neck and her thighs from his hips. Pressing her limbs into the nubby green fabric, he ordered again, “Leave your gifts with me until Christmas. This way we can both enjoy them through the holiday.”

  Imagining coming to him each morning and having him help her dress smacked of an intimacy that went beyond a brief affair. It hinted at more than a simple sexual encounter. Nodding, Elf agreed with his request, “As you wish.” The phrase came naturally, without sarcasm or insincerity.

  “Thank you.” Dayton pressed a soft kiss against her lips. Easing off her body, he stepped away from the bed. She watched him as he seemed to admire the sight of her ivory flesh against the deeper jade silk. Elf remained in place on the bed as he stepped away to collect her bracelets from her pirate chest resting beside the cheval mirror and the white box of lingerie.

  She looked beautiful draped across his bed, her pearly flesh glowing in the wash of morning light coming through the floor-to-ceiling windows on either side of his bed and the skylight above. Between her thighs her pussy glistened with arousal. The juices dewed the pink lips and enticed him to taste her. Climbing onto the mattress, he straddled her waist and raised her arms so they rested above her head, before securing the bracelets around her wrists and fastening the bindings together.

  “You look beautiful, Elf,” he whispered as he slid from the bed and opened the box. He knew just the set he wanted her to wear. The deep azure blouse would keep the peacock hue from showing through, while knowing the brilliant fabric was caressing her snowy breasts would keep his cock hard.

  Stroking the silk over peaked nipples, Dayton smiled at the way her body responded to his touch. “Feels good, huh?”

  She seemed unable to speak as she gazed up at him and nodded.

  He touched his lips to hers again as he stroked the thong over her belly. “Your skin is so soft. Like warm velvet,” he whispered. He braced his right forearm beside her bound wrists. His fingers caressed the palms of her hands, sliding over the delineated folds of her heart and life lines before dipping between each finger to rub the sensitive, nerve rich skin.

  He swallowed her gasps, easing his tongue past her lips to taste the moist haven that had brought such pleasure to him the night before. Images of her sucking his cock had kept him restless in this bed all night.

  She tasted of spicy tea and milk and just a hint of blueberry. Her tongue tangled with his, sliding over and around, encouraging his explorations as his hips settled between her thighs. The need to taste her overwhelmed his desire to extend their kiss.

  Pulling away, he met her smoky gaze, thrilled his lips, his touch could turn her normally sharp green gaze vague. His eyes drifted down between their bodies to the nest of reddish brown curls crushed against his jeans. “I’m curious.” He barely recognized the gravelly tone of his voice. “Your mouth is sweet, but…” Sliding down her body, he teased her breasts with lips, teeth, and beard before moving further down to dip his tongue into her belly button. Finally, kneeling beside the bed, he’d reached his goal. “What does your pussy taste like? Is it as sweet?”

  Her eyes grew wide as she watched his head dip.

  The soft hair of his beard tangled with her silk. He breathed deep, savoring the scent of her arousal and the subtle hint of some floral scent.

  “Smells appetizing,” he whispered, watching his breath stir her curls. She tried to close her thighs. He pressed them open, the fingertips of his left hand tracing the moist slit before spreading her labia and exposing her clit to his inspection.

  His eyes fastened to hers, he took his first sip, sliding his tongue slowly up the moist petals before pressing against the swollen knot of nerves.

  “Mmmm. Sweet and spicy.” Intoxicated by her flavor, Dayton lost himself in her flesh. His eyes squeezed shut to narrow his senses’ focus. He wanted to gorge on the taste of her, the texture of her rosy flesh, and the smell of her excitement. Again and again he lapped at her lips, swallowing her honey before moving to nibble at her clit.

  Her cries and the way her body arched beneath his hands barely registered as he thrust his tongue deep into her tight sheath. He lost track of the number of times he stroked, nibbled, and suckled her to climax, so focused on drinking down the elixir her body spilled into his mouth. He pressed closer, wanting to push deeper, but limited by the squeeze of her vaginal muscles.

  Her cries echoed in the room, turning to sobs as she shuddered beneath his mouth in a final paroxysm of pleasure. The contractions of her pussy against his lips and tongue sent him over the edge.

  For the first time in his life, Dayton was unable to control his body. His orgasm washed over him, exploding from his cock and soaking the front of his jeans. Sated for the moment, he pillowed his head on her heaving belly, marveling at how his heart hammered in time with hers as they slowly came back to earth.

  As he regained a semblance of control, Dayton became aware of the dew of sweat rapidly cooling on Elf’s body. Aware also of the damp fabric chafing his softening cock, he reluctantly rose, snagged a pair of jeans from his closet, and moved into his bathroom. Not sure how long Elf would remain still, he shed his jeans and shorts, cleaned the drying semen from his belly, thighs, and cock before tugging on his clean jeans and fastening the five buttons. Splashing water on his already wet beard, he reluctantly rinsed and dried away her flavor. Grabbing a fresh hand towel and dampening another washcloth, he returned to his bed to find Elf shakily trying to don the peacock blue panties.

  “Let me,” he offered, moving to the bed.

  Her hair was tumbled around her shoulders, her breasts quivered and dried tear tracks had smeared mascara down her cheeks. When she shied away from him as he sat beside her, an involuntary growl rumbled in his throat, making her eyes widen in distress.

  Taking the panties from her trembling hands, he first freed the links of her bindings before gently brushing the cool cloth over her cheeks. Smoothing the evidence of her tears from her face, he murmured nonsense words to her as he calmed her.

  “Did I hurt you?” He had to know. Dayton watched her face closely as he waited for her response. His hand trailed the cloth over her breasts to her belly, washing away the sweat.

  Elf shook her head, her eyes avoiding his. “No,” she whispered.

  Lifting her chin so she would meet his gaze, Dayton deliberately stroked the cloth between her thighs with his left hand. “Was I too rough?”

  Again she shook her head. Her teeth gnawed on her full bottom lip, unable to hide the arousal his touch appeared to engender.

  He smiled. “Now you unde
rstand how I felt last night.” He couldn’t help chuckling when her eyes grew wide as he bathed away the moisture his mouth and her body had deposited on the inside of her thighs. Sliding his tongue over her lips, he asked. “Did you like sucking my cock yesterday?”

  He could see her throat vibrate beneath a heavy swallow before she gave a tiny nod.

  “Me, too.” Easing her back onto the duvet, he tossed aside the cloth, brought his fingers to his lips and wet them in his mouth before returning them to her soft curls, damp from the cloth. “I really enjoyed eating your spicy little muff, Elf.”

  His fingers opened the delicate slit, searching for the hidden button. Stroking over the flesh and drawing out a tiny trickle of moisture from her sheath, coating his fingers in her juices. “In fact,” he brought them to his lips again and sucked them into his mouth, his eyes holding hers as he licked away her taste from his fingers. “I may have to make you my breakfast.”

  Elf groaned. It seemed she was overwhelmed by the thought of repeating the sensual torture every morning until Christmas.

  Chuckling, Dayton pushed away from her and lifted the panties from the duvet. “Sounds like you like the idea.”

  Elf lay dazed on the bed, her mind fogged by the multiple orgasms. The sight of Dayton licking the taste of her body from his fingers sent naughty images flowing through her head. She could barely breathe so protesting his dressing her was definitely out of the question. Although, by the time he finished, she was ready to scream.

  He tortured her by slowly easing the silk lingerie onto her body. The thong he adjusted twice, each time smoothing his broad fingertips down her belly, stopping to tug and adjust the gold and silver chain draping it before moving down, between her trembling thighs and over the curve of her ass to make sure the silk was positioned just so.

  He helped her sit up so he could get the front fastening bra around her back and over her shoulders. The design of the bra caused Elf’s cheeks to flush with arousal and embarrassment. The cups of the garment left her nipples bare. The tiny edging of lace at the top of each cup abraded her rosy crests, drawing them into stiff peaks.

  The stockings were an exercise in arousal. Having her lean back on her elbows on the jade green, raw silk duvet, Dayton urged Elf to relax. Then he carefully eased each length of silk over her toes, making sure the backs of his fingers stroked the flesh he was covering. Up her calf, over her knee, until the lacy tops hugged the curve midway up her thigh. Her left leg first, then her right.

  When he finished, Dayton leaned over her, easing her back until she was once again lying down. He braced his forearms on the bed on either side of her head and teased her lips with gentle kisses. Snuggling his hard cock against her new panties, he promised, “When we come back from the women’s shelter tonight, I’ll help you take these off.”

  With a groan, Elf nodded.

  Rising, Dayton collected her blouse from the pile on the chair and helped her slip it on. Her taut nipples pressed against the azure silk. Through his beard, she could see the smile lifting his lips. His calloused fingers outlined her nipples, drawing slow circles around each peak before pinching them between thumb and forefinger, then releasing them. Dayton left her blouse unbuttoned enough to bare her cleavage, yet still remain decent.

  * * * * *

  The shelter was a beehive of activity. Neatly made military-style cots lined the walls, while foldaway beds were tucked between them to better accommodate the cafeteria tables. One small corner was left clear to allow the placement of a tall Christmas tree decorated with red and green construction paper chains, strings of popcorn, and hand drawn ornaments. The desk chair from the shelter director’s office had been placed beside the tree for Dayton to distribute the toys. The carefully wrapped gifts were stacked neatly at her feet. She would tell him a name and he would call out for the child.

  Dayton spoke with each youngster that came to him. Some would sit on his lap, while others would merely lean against the arm of his chair. With each child, he would carry on a quiet conversation, an exchange she could barely hear. Once he’d finished his discussion, he would turn to her and she’d hand him the gift to be passed along to the child.

  She only paid cursory attention to what was going on, her mind spinning with thoughts of what would happen when they returned to Kringle Toys and she followed Dayton upstairs to his penthouse. Her body had been tingling all day. At the oddest times, she would suddenly recall Dayton’s mouth nibbling on her pussy, and her new panties would grow damp with her arousal. Several times she’d had to make her escape to the ladies room to wipe away the moisture pooling between her thighs.

  A child’s cry and a woman’s scream from the front of the building pulled her back to her surroundings. The sound had shelter workers scrambling to gather up the children and women, and herd them toward a corner far away from the disturbance.

  “Take her.” Dayton didn’t wait, he thrust the little girl he’d had sitting on his lap into her arms. “Go with Alana.” He pointed toward one of the nearby workers with the crowd of children, before he turned to follow the few men toward the woman struggling with a man near the entrance to the shelter. The child who’d cried out was huddled against the wall, sobbing.

  Her heart hammering in her ears, Elf hurried to Alana and passed the frightened girl to her mother before turning back to watch Dayton. When she saw the glitter of light off the blade of a knife, Elf didn’t think, she began to run toward the knot of combatants.

  Dayton moved a blur of red velvet and white fur. Snaking in under the man’s slashing arm, pulling the woman away and grabbing the wrist of the hand holding the knife. Ignoring the woman as she was caught by one of the other male shelter aids, Dayton slammed the intruder up against the cinderblock wall. Crowding in close to press his left arm across the man’s throat he kept the hand clutching the knife pinned helplessly above the assailant’s head.

  Halfway across the room, Elf slowed her pace, realizing the altercation was over before it had begun. As she drew nearer she noticed Dayton’s knuckles were white as he exerted enough pressure on the guy’s wrist to make him drop the knife. The shelter director picked up the weapon and motioned toward her office. A female worker helped the traumatized woman and her little boy move away while two of the men, one an off-duty police officer, cuffed the man and helped Dayton lead him into the office.

  Hoping to calm some of the frightened children, Elf moved back to the dissipating crowd and asked two of the older children, a teenage boy and girl, to help her hand out the remaining presents.

  Chapter Seven

  Thursday found Elf somewhat reassured of Dayton’s interest in continuing their explorations. The anticipated caresses she’d looked forward to the night before had never happened.

  Their trip back to the office had passed in silence. Elf hazarded a glance or two in Dayton’s direction, but didn’t say anything. The tension in his shoulders and the way he’d gripped the steering wheel made her suspect the attack at the shelter was still preying on his mind.

  She’d followed Dayton into his apartment, slightly apprehensive at the distracted behavior her Santa was exhibiting. His hands had been gentle, solicitous, as he helped her remove her elf costume, her shoes. He had her leave on the green stockings she’d changed into earlier. The blue ones hadn’t matched the costume. His lips had caressed hers, drawing her into a deep kiss more comforting than arousing. The caress of his fingertips over her breasts and nipples was more searching than sensual, as if he needed the reassurance of touching her flesh.

  After discarding her bra and panties, Dayton held her close. He remained quiet, taking his time, smoothing his hands from her shoulders, down her back, and over the curve of her hips and bottom. Pulling away, he’d kissed her and helped her don the skirt and blouse she’d worn during the day. While she slipped her feet into her low heeled pumps, he’d turned away to strip off his Santa suit, and pull on jeans and a T-shirt.

  Still silent, he’d escorted her down to her car an
d kissed her gently before seeing her settled behind the wheel. Leaning through her open window, he reminded her, “Come a little early. We’re going to need to get you dressed and back to the office in time for my meeting with Halsey at nine.”

  “Are you all right?” Elf couldn’t hold back the question. She knew the incident at the shelter had disturbed him, but she was still leery about pushing him.

  He gave a lopsided grin, but the humor never reached his blue eyes. “I’m fine, Elf.” The blue heated slightly as he moved in to kiss her again. “I usually eat breakfast around six, but I’m sure I’ll still be hungry when you show up.”

  Elf felt her cheeks heat at the memory of his words, and how he’d put action to those words when she’d arrived at work just after seven this morning. Having learned from her experience on Wednesday, she’d remembered to bring her purse with her to his apartment. After screaming herself hoarse from her orgasms and the slow tortuous way Dayton dressed her, Elf had taken a few minutes in his bathroom to detangle her hair and apply her usual dash of mascara and lip gloss. They’d made it down to the office with fifteen minutes to spare before Dayton’s nine o’clock appointment.

  Glancing at the cherry Banjo Grandmother clock beside her door, she noted it was nearly ten and he was still in his meeting with Bryce Halsey. Thinking about how her day had started, she had to swallow hard and take a deep breath. Her breasts swelled and the copper colored lace he’d dressed her in teased her hard nipples.

  Groaning, Elf eased away from her desk and headed for the bathroom. Her body’s reaction to him was becoming damned inconvenient. Wiping the moisture from her pussy, Elf flushed the toilet and moved to the basin. Staring at her reflection as she lathered her hands, she noticed the increased color in her cheeks. Her lips were full, plump, and even without lipstick they were a dark rose color.

  The brown sleeveless sweater dress accented her shape without clinging. She’d even worn a pair of her strappy, high heels, wondering what Dayton’s reaction to the sexy foot gear would be.