by Qwillia Rain
When I imagined you wearing nothing but my rings, I knew the most fitting place of adornment was your lovely breasts ‑‑ so I crafted this nipple chain for you.
Each day, when I watch you so neatly dressed, your clothes so prim and demure, I want to know that beneath a single layer of silk or cotton, Elf, your nipples are tight and aching for my attention, just waiting for me to suck them, pinch them.
Seven days remain, Elf.
S
Elf gazed down at the contents of the case. Five solid gold rings. The largest could easily fit over her thumb. On either side of it was a ring large enough to encircle her middle finger then the last two on the outside were just big enough to slip over her little finger. Fine gold chains no more than six inches long stretched from the smallest rings to two loops of clear rubber with small gold sliders. Her breasts tingled in anticipation of the loops being secured to her taut nipples. The sustained pressure would be arousing enough. The thought of Dayton watching her, his knowing blue gaze lingering over the fabric hiding his gift, made her pussy wet and her breath catch.
The slide of two calloused palms over her shoulders startled her from her thoughts. They didn’t stop until the buttons of her blouse were opened to the waistband of her skirt. The silk cups of her burgundy bra were pushed beneath the aching flesh they covered.
Elf didn’t bother protesting, the office was quiet and knowing Dayton as she did, the likelihood of their being interrupted was minimal. She watched as he cupped her breasts in his large hands, his thumbs rubbing her nipples into firm peaks.
“Do you like my rings?” His lips traced the vein pulsing along her throat while his fingers continued to arouse the tips of her breasts.
“Ummm,” Elf moaned her appreciation of his caresses, “yes, they’re very…unique.”
His breath huffed against her cheek as he chuckled at her response. Dropping his hands to the arms of the chair, he spun her around to face him. Kneeling between her thighs, Dayton leaned forward, traced one puckered bud first with his fingertip, then with his tongue, before pulling it into his mouth to suckle delicately upon it. His lips caressed her breast and his tongue laved the taut peak for several minutes before releasing it and capturing its twin.
Her attention centered on Dayton’s ministrations, Elf dropped the jewelry case into her lap in order to bury her trembling fingers in the thick gray waves hovering over her chest. Mimicking his actions, Elf stroked Dayton’s hair before digging her fingers through it to knead his scalp with the same rhythm he used on her breasts.
Elf leaned her head back and kept her eyes closed to better enjoy Dayton’s tending. Each stroke, every pull on her nipple seemed directly connected to her pussy. With every pulse, Elf felt her pussy grow moist, preparing itself for the stroke of his cock, which wouldn’t materialize until Christmas Eve. If she was lucky, he’d present her with another invitation like he had after dinner last night, and again this morning just before ten.
When his lips left her, she languidly opened her eyes and looked down. From her lap, Dayton collected the golden chain and rings. With his eyes focused upon the wet, rose-colored crests, he slipped first one loop, then the other, over each nipple and fastened them snugly in place. Her fingers clenched within his gray curls as the pain zinged from her tits to her pussy, causing her sheath to spasm and spill her juices into the burgundy-colored thong she wore.
“Liked that?” Dayton whispered as he eased the cups of her bra back into place and began sliding the buttons of her blouse back through their holes. A small smile played across his lips as Elf nodded. “Just seven more days, my Elf.” He petted the raised peaks of her breasts through her blouse. “Come into work tomorrow morning,” he whispered.
The following day was Saturday, Elf absently reminded herself as she debated just spending the night in her office on the off-chance Dayton might give in to his desire. Having worked beside the man as long as she had, Elf knew nothing outside a bomb blast or natural disaster could move him from any planned action. Since his seduction of her had definitely been plotted out, nothing outside of his original designs would cause him to change those plans.
He waited for her to nod, which she did slowly. After stroking her distended nipple through her blouse he returned to his office. At the threshold, he stopped. Turning to face her again, he added, “Bring the other chains with you.” He didn’t wait for her reply before entering his office and closing the door.
The images conjured by that simple command had her creaming her panties a second time. Walking on wobbly legs, she made it to the restroom to wipe away the moisture between her thighs. If this kept up, Elf reasoned glancing around at the partitioned stalls and granite sinks, she might as well set up her office in here since this was where she seemed to be spending most of her time lately.
* * * * *
The stroke of warm, calloused fingers over her breast brought Elf to her senses. Through the skylight above the bed she spied the shine of several stars. They had appeared so much closer just a few moments ago. Her fuzzy mind was slow to correct her imagination. The lights that had exploded across her vision had nothing to do with the heavens. They possessed a more earthly connection.
The bed shifted beneath her, making her aware Dayton had risen to get a warm damp washcloth to bathe between her legs. Having had him perform the task every morning and evening for the last three days, Elf was afraid she was becoming a bit spoiled by his pampering.
“I’d forgotten you visit your mother most weekends,” Dayton stated as he reclined next to her on the bed. He stroked the warm fabric along the wet crease he’d paid so much attention to, then over her damp thighs. Satisfied, he shifted to toss the towel toward his bathroom.
It amazed her how tired she always was after he redressed her each night. “Yes. She and Gerry live about forty miles outside of town.”
“And you were going to be working on the Christmas party committee tomorrow afternoon, right?” His blue eyes watched her, drifting down her body.
Though he lay propped on his right elbow, his left hand traced the softening crowns of her breasts, skimmed the gleaming gold and silver links, and the gentle curve of her belly. It registered in the back of her mind that she seemed to find nothing unusual about lying naked beside her boss while he still wore his jeans and an unbuttoned blue and black flannel shirt.
“Yes, I’m meeting with the committee around two to make sure all the decorations, centerpieces, tables, et cetera, have been taken care of.” She watched him closely as she added, “Then we have the homeless shelter we need to visit from three to five thirty.”
“Following which, we have to present ourselves at the party.”
Nodding, Elf took a deep breath before asking, “Where do you usually spend the holidays?”
Dayton shrugged, “Here and there.”
“What about your family? Don’t you spend any time with them?”
His face went stony. Leaning down he touched his forehead to hers. “I’m feeling a bit selfish, requesting you come visit me in the morning tomorrow.”
Another evasion, Elf tried again. “Do they live close by?”
He ignored her question. “I can spare you for the morning if you’d rather be with your parents than here.”
Shot down again. Tentatively, Elf raised her hand to stroke the angle of his jaw, threading through the soft gray whiskers. She’d worry about getting information out of him later. Instead she let him know his request for her company the following morning wasn’t intruding on any previous plans. “I won’t be going to see my mom and Gerry until after the beginning of the year.”
Pulling back, Dayton met her gaze, his eyes searching. “Did you have a fight?”
“No, I talked to my mom last night…”
“After you left here?”
Elf grinned and nodded, remembering her mother’s comments. “Yes. She told me she’s glad I didn’t come dragging into the house sounding like I did last night when I was in high school.”
/> Dayton pulled away, his expression a mixture of disbelief and affront. “You told her you’d been with me?”
Moving slowly, Elf sat up, perplexed at his attitude. “It was kind of obvious, don’t you think? I’ve only been participating in your Santa visits for the last three seasons.”
“Yes, but that doesn’t mean she would have guessed about us.”
Nodding, she informed him, “My mother knows I’ll be spending the holidays with you, if that’s what you’re asking.” She was still a little surprised that she’d told her mother what her plans were, but keeping secrets from her mom had never been part of their relationship. Eleanor Jeffries-Lincoln didn’t pass judgment.
Apparently, Dayton didn’t see it that way, Elf decided.
“For God’s sake, Elf, why would you tell her about your personal life?” Rising he strode away from the bed, hands scraping through his gray hair. “My personal life.”
Reaching for her blouse, Elf ignored the hand he reached out in an aborted attempt to stop her dressing. “She’s my mom, Dayton. I’ve never kept secrets from my mom.”
“And she’s so pissed you’re going to spend the holidays fucking your boss she’s stopped talking to you!” he snapped, his blue eyes glaring.
Elf gaped at him, stunned at his assumption. “No.”
Moving forward, Dayton fastened the tiny pearl buttons of her blouse before holding her skirt for her to step into. “Don’t lie to me, damn it. I’ll bet she puckered up like she’d just sucked a lemon the minute you told her…”
Her laughter stopped him mid-comment, “Do you even remember my mom?” She finished closing the clasp on her skirt’s waistband as she watched him shake his head. Taking pity on him, she reminded him, “She’s the reason you now offer free cab rides home from the company Christmas parties for those who imbibe too much.”
“She’s the one who spiked the eggnog with rum year before last?”
Elf nodded. “In February you made me promise there wouldn’t be any Jell-O or pudding among the desserts this year. You also wanted to make sure there wouldn’t be any cans of whipping cream sitting on the tables.”
Dayton dropped onto the bed his stunned eyes blinking as he finally grasped who Elf’s mother was. “She talked Preston’s wife into seducing her husband in the office by letting him paint her in chocolate pudding and whipping cream? On Valentine’s Day?”
“Yeah.” Elf nodded. “Not many corporate accountants get caught licking dessert off their wife in the boardroom.” Her smile was wide and wicked. “You might expect him to get caught with a secretary, but not his wife.”
“Not to mention it was your mother who suggested the person who could down the most vodka Jell-O shots should decide the décor in my office.”
Sliding her feet into her heels, Elf laughed. “You’re only angry because I beat you fair and square.”
“You never told me you could down fifteen of ‘em without any effect,” he grumbled.
“My mom taught me well.”
“So, I guess getting you drunk in order to redecorate isn’t likely to work, huh?”
“Nope.” Picking up her purse she shrugged. “Besides, you have to admit the furniture I picked is much more comfortable than any of the items you were looking at.”
Shaking his head, Dayton snapped the fasteners on his flannel shirt and rose to follow Elf out of the bedroom. “I guess I spoke too soon about your mom.”
“Yup.”
“So…” He slipped his arm around her waist as they entered the elevator. “I take it she isn’t upset with our arrangement?”
“Nope.”
“So, why won’t you be seeing her over the holidays?”
“A couple they know had to give up tickets to a Bahaman cruise, so Mom and Gerry were able to get the tickets cheap.” She began digging in her purse for her car keys. “I was thrilled for them when she told me.”
“You don’t want to spend the holidays with them?”
“No, I love spending Christmas with Mom. She’s usually dancing around at five in the morning waiting for me and Gerry to wake up so we can open presents.”
“So, why be glad they’re going to be gone?”
“Because, when they got married,” Elf paused to glare down into the dark confines of her bag. “Mom assured Gerry she didn’t need a honeymoon, although she’s always wanted to take a cruise.” A quick jiggle and she could feel the edge of one of her keys against a fingertip. “I think Gerry bought the tickets from their friends before he even talked to Mom just so he could surprise her.
“Aha!” she cried brandishing her keys. Once she had them in her hand, she added, “Their flight left last night for Florida. They’ll be back around the second or third of January.”
At her car, Dayton took her keys to deactivate the car alarm and unlock the door before handing them back to her. Pulling the door open he leaned down to brush his lips over hers. “Did she give you any motherly advice about how to handle me?”
She nodded. “She said to close my eyes and think of England.”
His calloused palm slapped her bottom lightly making Elf jump. The tingle zinging through her already over-stimulated sex made her gasp.
His blue eyes heated. “Liked that, huh?”
Shaking her head she stammered, “N-no.”
“Liar.” His teeth nipped her bottom lip.
“When?”
He grinned, “Just now and when I asked what your mom said.”
“Maybe.” She eased into the car and cranked the engine. “But if you really want to know what advice she gave me, ask her yourself when she gets back to town.” Lowering the window, she closed the door and smiled up at him. “Mom, isn’t shy, she’ll tell you exactly what she told me.”
He kissed her again. “I don’t know. I might be afraid of what she has to say.”
Chapter Nine
The sun hadn’t crested the horizon when Elf pulled into the underground parking lot at Kringle Toys. The building was quiet. The only cars in the parking lot belonged to the staff of the store. She eased into her assigned space, slid from behind the wheel after silencing the engine, and moved toward the elevator.
It was barely six in the morning. She reasoned it would be at least another hour before Dayton would be up, let alone in the office. Using her passkey, she entered the building and headed for the interior elevator, waving a quick greeting to Eldon, the night security guard.
She’d dressed casually in jeans and a fleece pullover. The weather had taken a turn during the night. According to the radio, temperatures weren’t supposed to climb above fifty degrees for the entire weekend. By Monday though, it was supposed to get back into the midsixties.
On the elevator ride up, she absently rubbed at the rectangle of cardstock she’d hastily shoved into her back pocket. Blind to her reflection in the chrome doors, Elf focused her attention on the changing numbers on the display. By coming in this early, she hoped to beat Dayton into the office, thus giving her time to build up her confidence. Her breasts tingled at the anticipated pleasure of the nipple chain he’d gifted her the day before.
He’d only left it on for a few hours, calling her into his office every twenty minutes or so to tug at the largest ring. A ripple of sensation, from her nipples to her womb, accompanied each pull. When he’d released the sliders, the influx of blood to her taut peaks nearly sent her to her knees. He’d caught her with a soft chuckle, finding pleasure in her uncontrolled response to the rush of sensation. The feeling was so intense, she didn’t realize she had climaxed until Dayton had carried her into the bathroom adjoining his office and propped her limp body on the marble basin.
Kneeling before her, he’d peeled her panties off and slurped at the liquid pleasure coating her thighs and spilling from her pussy. A second orgasm slammed through her body as he’d thrust his tongue deep, lapping up the flavor of her ecstasy.
Her legs were wobbly with the memory as she crossed the hall and opened the glass doors of the recepti
onist’s lobby. Her own office was beyond the semi-circular desk. Sliding the door closed behind her, she closed her eyes and breathed deep. Usually the scent of sandalwood and cedar from the bowl on her desk eased her nerves, but the smell of warm male flesh and the tang of Dayton’s distinctive woodsy scent scrambled her thoughts.
He was waiting for her, dressed in his regular uniform of jeans and flannel. A blue velvet bag dangled from the fingertips of his left hand as he leaned in the doorway separating his office from hers. Crossing the floor toward him, Elf was not sure what to expect.
A slight smile lifted his lips as he leaned down to settle his lips over hers. The stroke of his whiskers enhanced the caress of his kiss. With just a bit of pressure his tongue eased into her mouth to tease her, stroking and twining with hers. Only their mouths touched. When she attempted to press against him, Dayton pulled back and whispered, “Follow me.”
She followed him into his office, onto his private elevator, and up to his apartment without another word being exchanged.
Still silent, Dayton led Elf into his bedroom. Once there, he relaxed into the wingback chair beside the bed. The faint glow of sunrise coming through the floor to ceiling window behind him hid his face in shadows. He lounged there, his legs spread, eyes focused on her. Her mind centered on Dayton and what could possibly be concealed in the bag dangling from his fingertips, Elf fought the urge to more closely examine her surroundings.
She did notice the custom made bed, much larger than a king-size, with four solid wooden posts rising toward the arched ceiling. Having spent the last three mornings sprawled across its expanse, she was surprised she’d never registered its size. Something was carved into each post as well as the rails and the footboard but she couldn’t make out what. The headboard was a series of intricately twisted and curved lengths of wrought iron.
“Strip.”
His gruff order made her wet. Turning away from the bed to face him, Elf enjoyed being the center of Dayton’s attention. As he lounged in the chair, his blue eyes wandering over her body, her fingers slipped the buttons on her jeans free as she toed off her sneakers and kicked them to the side. Sliding her jeans down and off, Elf kept her gaze bound to his. Baring herself to him, first by removing her jeans, then by tugging her soft fleece pullover off, she could feel her body readying itself for his attentions.
