Bidding on Santa (Holiday Heartthrobs Novella Series Book 1)

by Annelise Reynolds

  “We’re getting a room, so we can enjoy our cake in private,” I said when she asked where we were headed the second time.

  “Wait Doug,” she said, pulling on my hand slightly. I turned to look at her. Her teeth were clamped onto her full lower lip. The temptation was too much. I wrapped my arm around her waist and pulled her close.

  My lips captured hers, the damn beard a nuisance, but a necessity to keep me hidden from her a while longer. I kissed her deeply, my tongue tasting her. Her hands fisted in my crappy Santa suit.

  “What did you need?” I spoke softly against her lips. Her breaths were coming hard and fast. Neither of us cared we were in the lobby of the hotel. People were watching Santa make out with a woman, but smiles were on their faces. One lady I think even snapped a photo of us, and I didn’t give a shit.

  “Protection. I didn’t bring any.” Her words were breathless and choppy. Desire swirling in her eyes. My cock was ready to burst, wanting to be inside her.

  I put my forehead to hers, trying to gain some control over the lust I felt for her. “Ok. We’ll get a room and head to the gift shop. Santa has to buy a gift for you anyway. Have you been naughty or nice this year?”

  “Nice until tonight.” Her smile was shy but seductive. How the hell she pulled this off I have no idea, but she was so beautiful and I couldn’t wait for more than just a taste of her.

  I led her to the check-in counter, and almost pulled out my wallet, then I remembered she thought I was Doug. Fuck. “Go to the gift shop before they close,” I whispered in her ear. “Pick out something that is a fantasy of yours if you can find it.”

  She left, and I got us a room – digging out my credit card and my ID.

  “Do you carry any kind of fantasy packages?” I know some hotels have them by request only. You only had to ask to find out.

  The young guy grinned at me. “Yes, sir. We offer a fantasy kit that has a few toys, lube and such. You can also add on champagne and strawberries that we will deliver to your room.”

  “Can you have them in the room before I get up there?”

  “Yes, sir. I can send someone immediately to have them waiting, if you can delay going up for a few minutes.”

  “Great. Thank you.”

  I walked across the lobby. She was looking around the gifts, nothing in her hands yet.

  This had to hurry along. I needed to touch her – taste her. The cake would have to wait until after I had my fill of her. I walked into the gift shop and saw her looking at sleeping masks.

  That would be perfect. I grabbed the black mask, and looked around for a robe. I grabbed a red satin one that would look great on her, but I was more interested in the belt that I’d be using for something else.

  Damn, if only I had planned for this to happen. Hopefully I could make this night one she would never forget and would want to repeat often – and by often, I mean for the rest of our lives.

  My cock was throbbing as I thought about all the fantasies I’d had about this woman. Many nights I had only the pleasure of my hand when I wanted her mouth and body. Tonight, I’d finally have her.

  Katie

  I watched as he looked around the gift shop. My excitement sky-rocketed as he grabbed the mask. The robe he grabbed was a few sizes too small, but I said nothing – likely I wouldn’t be wearing it anyway.

  “What is that for?” I asked when he picked up a hair kit that had a comb, hair ties and bobby pins in it.

  He turned and looked at me with golden brown eyes that looked the color of the world’s finest whiskey. I could get drunk on his eyes alone.

  “You’ll find out soon enough, Katie. You’re mine tonight.”

  He grabbed a big box of condoms. I wanted to laugh at his optimism – the box of three probably would have sufficed for the night, but then again, maybe he had better stamina than Will. I sure as hell hoped so. Will only got me off about half the time, and that was being generous.

  Damn, I should have stayed on the pill after we broke up, but after him, I just figured why bother. Then it was just sporadic dates that went nowhere fast, including the one with Cory.

  Four years – it’s been four years since I broke up with my high school sweetheart. Three and a half since I first met Cory. He was my first date, my first step into an attempt at a new adult relationship. It crashed and burned.

  After him, I just went on a few dates here and there, and each of them were a disaster. From the guy who talked only of himself on the first date, to the one who compared my curves to every other woman in the room – that date didn’t even make it to dessert.

  Here I was going to a hotel room with a man I’ve never even laid eyes on before. I needed to set some ground rules before this went too far.

  He told the cashier our room number, charging his purchases to our room. “When we get upstairs, we have to talk,” I said as he guided me beside him.

  “No. We’ll talk in the elevator. By the time we get to the room, I won’t be talking.” He jabbed at the up arrow impatiently, when the first car came, two other people waiting in the lobby got on, so he held me back to let that one go.

  Again we waited. When an empty car came, he pulled me inside. When someone tried to get on behind us, “Sorry, this one’s full,” he said shutting the doors in the surprised couple’s face.

  He turned toward me with a heated look, and waited. Nervously, I wetted my lips. “Talk,” he said gruffly.

  “This is one night.” I stammered a little trying to work up the nerves to say everything I needed to say, but throwing caution to the wind had me so turned on. “I don’t want a relationship. Just one night. You don’t need to know me outside of Katie, and I don’t need to know you outside of Doug.”

  “We’ll see how tonight goes. You may change your mind by morning.”

  “I won’t.”

  Cory

  Oh, I wouldn’t be so sure about that Katie. I will change your mind by morning, and no way in hell was this going to be a one night arrangement.

  “That sounds like a challenge.” I moved toward her slowly and watched her swallow hard.

  “Not a challenge, a fact.” Her voice sounding slightly breathless, like she was trying to convince both of us that casual sex was nothing new for her, but she and I both know the truth.

  “You’re sure? Because you don’t sound sure.” I dropped my voice, our faces only inches apart. Her breathing was erratic and excited, her pupils dilated with lust and desire.

  My balls were heavy and aching for release. If I could have, I would’ve had her in the corner of the elevator, but my hands were full of the damn cake and the bag.

  “One night, Doug,” she whispered.

  I closed my eyes and nodded my head. ‘One night Doug’. It was a vivid reminder that she was right. She may never forgive me for this, so I may only ever get this one night with her.

  Hearing Doug’s name on her lips was like being doused with ice cold water.

  “Alright,” I agreed, but everything in me recoiled at the idea of one night. “Then we make this night count.”

  I held the plate out to her. “Hold this for a second.” She took it, and I reached into the bag and found the black mask. Holding her gaze, I put it over her head. Her eyes were wide before disappearing behind the black mask. Her lips parted slightly as the world disappeared from her sight.

  “Not vanilla, but not quite chocolate either,” I whispered in her ear. She drew in a quick, sharp breath, and I wanted to bury my cock between her pouty red lips. Soon enough, I would.

  I took the cake from her hands as the elevator door opened on the tenth floor. “Hold onto my belt.”

  Her fingers slid across the suit and grabbed onto the wide fake leather belt that went with Doug’s Santa suit.

  She didn’t argue or ask questions, she just went with it. She’d make a damn good submissive. I pegged Katie for someone like me, I loved to dominate, but I didn’t want to do it all the time. I was never dominated in the bedroom, but there are
times when I just want to be in charge without necessarily topping – tonight, was not one of those nights. I was going to top her until she bottomed out beneath me, screaming out my name.

  Katie

  I shivered when my world went into darkness. Every beat of my heart pulsed through my veins and thundered in my ears. The deep breath I took to calm myself down didn’t work. I was too nervous, too excited, and a little self-conscious.

  It has been a while since I’ve been naked in front of a man, and even longer since I’ve been naked for the first time in front of one. My nerves were frazzled, but for whatever reason, I was ok. I’d never even seen his face, and I was ok with it.

  This is going to be one night: one night of passion, one night of insanity, one night to just close my eyes and jump. ‘Don’t overthink this Katie,’ I said to myself as I followed him blindly down the hall.

  I heard the beep of the door as he held the card key to it. The turning of the door handle seemed so loud, like it was echoing through the hall, or maybe it was my imagination playing tricks on me since I couldn’t see through the mask.

  He guided me through the door, the weight of it slamming behind me. “Let go for a moment,” he said, his voice gruff and low.

  I let go of the belt and stayed where I was. He moved away from me, and I strained to hear what he was doing. Not being able to see kept me guessing and excited. I didn’t hear him approach me, but I felt his presence draw near.

  He kissed me, without the beard. He claimed my lips, his own face had scruff. It wasn’t a full beard, but it was longer than stubble – softer.

  I moved my arms up to try and hold onto him, but he pulled away. “Not yet.”

  “Doug?” I questioned, when I felt him move away again. I reached up to remove the mask…

  “No. Leave it on.” He stopped me, “And you won’t call me Doug again. Call me Sir. Do you understand me?” His voice was firm, his hand captured mine and lowered it away from my face. “I’m in control tonight, Katie. If you don’t like something, say the word velvet, and I’ll stop. But if all we have is tonight, then tonight I own you. Tonight, you are mine.”

  Part of my head rebelled at what he was saying, but the other part was in complete agreement with my soaking wet core wanting to be owned and taken by him. The fight was unfair – two against one – and my aroused mind and body overpowered that inner rebellion.

  I submitted to him.

  “Good girl.” He sensed that I let go of my fragile control, and his ability to see that comforted me – that he could read my body, perhaps even better than I could.

  I pleased him. I could hear it in his voice, and pride bloomed within my chest. It was unexplainable. The curiosity had always been there, ever since I read one of Robyn’s books. This wasn’t in a book though, this was real, and every bit of my body felt like a live wire was running through it.

  My pussy, soaked with excitement and need, ached to be filled by him.

  I felt him right up on me. Instinctively, I tilted my head back, guessing where he was. He guided me back against the door, then turned me to face it, my breasts pressing hard into the solid surface of the door. His hard body pinning my front to the jam. I felt the solid ridge of his cock against my butt, and I couldn’t help the groan that escaped my lips.

  “What word do you say if you want me to stop?” His voice rumbled against my ear as I felt him take my left hand up against the door.

  “Velvet,” I answered softly. I wiggled my hips, noting the length of his arousal – he was huge.

  I felt fabric, slick and soft against my wrists. It was the sash to the robe he’d bought in the lobby. He tied it on one of my wrists, then raised my hand up. I felt the cold metal of the door latch, against the inside of my wrist.

  “Velvet what?” He bit down sharply on my neck. It hurt, but if felt good at the same time.

  “Velvet, Sir.” I gasped out as his teeth clamped down. Shivers ran down my spine straight to my aching clit.

  Never in my life had I been this aroused, this ready for something I did not know. I was at his mercy and, instead of fear, I felt complete and utter excitement.

  Cory

  When she called me Sir, I fought for control over my own body. I didn’t have her naked yet. I hadn’t touched her pussy or licked every delicious inch of her body, my dick hadn’t even sunk into wet pussy, and yet – I was ready to cum.

  I debated in getting myself off quickly, so I could last longer when I was finally wrapped in her sweet cunt, but I’d waited too long for this – for her. Wasting one ounce of cum on anything but her sweet pussy was out of the question.

  After I had her hands secured to the door, I found the dainty zipper on the back of her dress. Slowly, I slid it down, exposing her back inch by inch until the dress gaped, fully exposing her black lace bra and the top of her lace panties.

  When the waist of the dress got past her hips, I sucked in a breath as the dress pooled at her feet. The black lace panties cut high, exposing the bottom curves of her round, firm ass. My cock twitched at the sight.

  “Katie. Katie. Katie. Santa thinks you were planning to be naughty tonight, wearing something like this. Tell me,” I moved her hair over one shoulder and whispered directly in her ear, “did you plan on being on my naughty list tonight?”

  I traced my tongue down the column of her neck before lightly sucking the skin. She would need to wear a turtleneck tomorrow because I was going to mark her. I wanted her to remember me – remember tonight.

  She moaned and moved her neck to the side giving me better access. “Tell me,” I commanded her.

  “Yes. I wanted this tonight.”

  I clicked my tongue at her. “You know what I do to the women on my naughty list?” My lips were right by her ear again. “I punish them. I make them beg.” I grasped her hips and held her ass firmly against my rigid cock. “I make their pussies weep, and I make them cry out my name.”

  “Yes.” Her voice was breathy and excited.

  “What’s your safe word, Katie?” I asked one more time. I wanted to know she was ready to use it if she needed it, but she wouldn’t need it. She’d be too busy begging me for more.

  “Velvet.”

  “Good girl.” I moved silently away and stripped down to my boxer briefs. I had to leave something so I could maintain some control over my raging hard on.

  I grabbed the fantasy bag that was on the bed and had a quick look inside. They had lube, a three pack of condoms – good thing I bought extra. I opened a small sack and found a bullet, and some other toys. I was hoping for nipple clamps, good thing I bought the bobby pins. They would work.

  “Doug?” she called out nervously. I made my way over to her and spanked her exposed ass hard enough to sting and leave my handprint behind. She gasped and yelped, then moaned when I massaged where I had spanked her.

  “What’s my name?”

  “Sir.”

  “If you call me anything but ‘Sir’ again, your punishment will be worse than a slap on the ass.”

  She moaned, and I ran my hands between her legs, her panties were soaked through. ”A spanking isn’t a punishment for you at all I see – you enjoy it too much. Next time you call me any name but ‘Sir’, I’ll bring you to the brink of orgasm and leave you hanging.”

  I pushed on her clit with my thumb and she purred, rocking her hips against my hand, I pulled away before she could get too close to the edge. Her cum coated my thumb, and I pushed it into her mouth, her tongue swirled around and she sucked hard. I hissed out like she had sucked my cock and not my thumb.

  Katie

  My pussy throbbing, and with my world in darkness, everything seemed to feel more acute. When he slapped my ass, I felt a tug in my core. I was wet, and so ready. Doug’s fingers traced over the lace of my panties, and my knees went weak.

  His hand moved down my leg to the bend of my knee, I lifted my leg as he was guiding me to do, and I felt the fabric of my dress against my ankle. He was moving it out of h
is way.

  “Other leg,” he commanded me after bringing my leg back down, and I felt the dress being whisked away. I didn’t expect it when his hands bracketed my hips and he walked me backward.

  “Spread your legs.” I did as he asked, opening my legs just a bit. “Further.”

  I was stretched toward the door, so my back was arched and my elbows were bracing me. With my heels still on, I opened my legs a little more.

  “Good girl.”

  I preened under his praise, and it grated on my nerves how much I liked it. It is something I say to my female students all the time, but I guess this situation was no different. I am his student – he is my teacher.

  I felt his hands on my back before he reached for my bra. His knuckles dragged across my skin as he undid each clasp. The strapless shelf bra fell away, leaving my breasts free. My nipples were tight and achy. I wanted his mouth and hands on them.

  He palmed my breast and put something on my nipple that pinched. My other breast was given the same treatment, and my head spun. I was breathing heavily as the ache in my nipples were intensified.

  “What are those?” I gasped out. Every sway and movement of my breasts caused my nipples to pinch a little more. It was amazing. My nipples weren’t really sensitive, but whatever he had done to them heightened their responsiveness.

  “Focus. Think back to the gift shop…”

  I thought back to all that he purchased. “Bobby pins?”

  “Mmmm, good girl.”

  Oh shit. Who knew something as innocuous as bobby pins could feel so damn good?

  “Tilt your head up.” I did, and he pressed the edge of a glass to my lips. Champagne flooded my mouth.

  He took the glass away, and held something to my lips. “Bite, just the tip.”

  I opened and bit the tip of the strawberry. Its flavor, coupled with the delicious champagne, was somehow erotic. I felt him replace the strawberry on my lips, and when I went to take another bite, he pulled it away and kissed me.