by Kane Jewell Ruse McCall Anthony McKay Sax Slayer Michael Burke Logan
While they had been talking, he’d pulled his large hands from behind his head and laid them casually on her bare thighs. She tried to act like nothing was out of the ordinary when in fact all she could think about was getting his clothes off and getting him inside her.
Making good on her thoughts, she scooted back to his hips, inhaled deeply as her wet pussy rested upon a super-large erection, and tried to pull off his shirt.
“What are you doing?” he asked.
“Opening my present, of course.”
He tapped the bell hanging between her breasts. “Wait up a second. I don’t even know your name, Pixie.”
Emmy stopped trying to grab his shirt and scowled. “I am not a pixie. I’m a full-blooded Workshop Elf, thank you very much.” She sniffed for emphasis. “And my name is Emmy.”
“Nice to meet you, Emmy. I’m Trey --”
“Hi, Trey. Now, how do you get your shirt off?”
Trey sat up suddenly, forcing Emmy to grab onto his shoulders to keep from flying off his lap. Oh, my. He dwarfed her. No offense to the real beings, she silently amended, but this guy was huge. Easily six feet, if not more.
Trey twisted into a sitting position on the couch, holding onto Emmy’s waist to take her with him. She stretched up and licked and nibbled along his neck.
“I love what you’re doing to me, Emmy, but before anything happens, I want to be clear.” He pulled her away from him a few inches to look into her eyes. “You asked Santa for me. Do you know me?”
“Oh, no. I’ve asked Santa for a couple Christmases now to send me a big man.” She wiggled on his cock. “All the Workshop Elves are so ordinary and small. I wanted to know what it was like to go big. This year I even amended it to one day, thinking the shorter timeframe would work in my favor. It must have, because you’re here!”
“I don’t know whether to be insulted or complimented.”
“Trust me, it’s the best compliment,” she whispered. “Especially when I get you inside me.”
Trey sucked in his breath. “So, I’m to be your sex toy for the day?”
“Exactly!” She pulled back, set her hands on his knees behind her and thrust her tiny breasts forward. “Like ‘em? They’ve wanted you as much as I have.”
Trey’s gaze locked on her chest. Although small, Emmy showed off her breasts with pride. She was an Elf, after all, and small was part of her package. She was especially proud of her nipples. Pale pink in color, they would tighten up, like right now, and stand out in two perfectly formed tips.
Trey’s hands covered her breasts, made them disappear actually, and she smiled so big she thought the grin would split her face. He squeezed the flesh and shifted his hands until each nipple peeked through his fingers. Oh, man, that pretty pink against his darker skin looked erotic as anything. He slid his hands to her waist, dipped his head and ran his tongue over one peak.
“Let the games begin,” he announced in a hushed whisper.
“Oh, yes. I’m ready.”
“I know. My cock is already wet.”
She frowned at him. “I didn’t know your cock could get wet.”
He chuckled, and she shivered as it rumbled through her body. “You are so wet…”
She bit her lip and raised her eyebrows. “Yeah. That’s a good thing, then.”
“Don’t I know it.”
“Now, get naked.”
“Anything you want.” He stared into her eyes, then appeared to shimmer and waver in front of her. She’d seen this effect before and knew it to be a kind of Elven magic. No more than two seconds passed, and when the magic faded he sat beneath her stark naked. She sucked in a quick breath as her pussy met his erection, skin for skin. She wiggled over his length and her eyes opened wide. “My God, you are huge!”
The corner of his mouth tilted up. “I’m not even in you yet.”
“I know!”
Emmy raised her hips, intending to find out exactly how big he’d feel inside her right this moment, but he held her waist and wouldn’t let her move. Pulling her up and toward him once more, he licked and nibbled at her breasts.
“So what’s going to happen after today?” he asked.
What’s with all the questions?
He continued, “If you have me only for today, you’ll become addicted. Then you’ll be stuck with all your average-sized Elves after I leave.”
“I hadn’t really thought about that, Trey.” She threaded her fingers through his hair. “I don’t want to think about that right now, either. It’ll spoil my day, okay? Just keep doing what you’re doing.”
He lifted her higher, then stopped, distracted.
“Now what?” she asked.
“I like the beams up there. Looks sturdy,” he commented. “You have the same thing in your bedroom?”
Puzzled, she glanced up and realized he must be talking about the large beams running above their heads. “All through the house,” she answered. “Why?”
“It should be able to hold you.”
“What do you mean?”
Trey set her off him and leaned over to rummage through a huge bag she’d only now noticed. “You want to play, right?”
“Yes, but, what’s that?” she asked, indicating his strange looking bag.
“This is one of my work bags. When Uncle told me a girl wanted to play, I brought along several items.” He looked over his shoulder at her. “Little did I know my girl would want to play different versions of the games I’d first imagined.”
He found what he was looking for and stood up. A thin length of rope clasped in one hand, he reached out for her with the other. Curious, Emmy set her slender fingers against the width of his palm. When she quirked an eyebrow toward the rope, he explained, “I do a lot of mountain climbing and thought my ‘play date’ might want to climb up some of the small hills nearby.”
“Oh,” was all she could think to say.
“Don’t worry. We’re not climbing any hills today.”
“Good. Not that I’d mind,” she added quickly, not wanting to offend him, “but what’s the rope for now?”
He winked at her. “You’ll see. Where’s the bedroom?”
Curiosity, as always, getting the better of her, Emmy smiled and tilted her head. “Back that way.”
He returned her smile. “Lead on.”
Emmy restrained herself from skipping as she led Trey to her bedroom.
“Smells like the outside,” he commented.
“I know. Don’t you love it?” Craving an outdoor scent, Emmy had strung evergreen boughs throughout her room.
“Since where I work I’m not often around trees, yes. I do like it.”
She turned and saw his eyes pointed up to her rafters again. “What are you planning?”
He grinned without looking down. “You’ll see.” He unwound the rope, and she raised her brow at the three-pronged hook dangled from one end. Spreading his stance, and with little effort, Trey swung the hook up and over a rafter. The hook swung around the rafter three times before stopping and digging into the beam. He tugged to secure it. It didn’t escape her notice that he’d placed the rope to drop dead center over her bed.
Chapter Two
“I want you to get up on the bed, on your knees,” Trey ordered softly.
“Oooh, hands and knees?” Emmy asked as she hopped up on the sheets.
“No, baby. Sit on your knees and raise your hands over your head.”
“Okay, like this?” she imitated the pose he wanted.
“Yeah. You are one beautiful Elf, Emmy.”
She blushed. “Thanks.”
He stood at the side of the bed, easily reaching the rope, and wrapped it around her upturned wrists. As he tied it off, he held his hands over the knots, said a few musical words under his breath, and the thin strands turned to thick, soft, padded straps. She wrapped her fingers around the rope running between her hands and was pleased that he’d softened this part as well.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” h
e explained, even though he didn’t have to. She had absolutely no fear when it came to Trey. He was her Christmas present, and what harm could come from such a delicious gift?
He continued with his soft words, and she tilted her head up to see him running his hands farther up the rope. The rope grew taut and pulled her until her spread knees barely touched the bed.
Behind her now, Trey finished his spell and ran those hands back down the rope, engulfed hers, then continued down her arms and tickled her underarms gently, making her wobble in her restraints. He resumed his downward trail, coasting his hands over her breasts where he rubbed her stiff nipples. Leaving them sooner than she would have liked, he spanned her waist easily and caressed her hips before he trailed his fingertips down her legs. When he reached her knees, he ran his fingertips to the inside of her thighs. By now he’d climbed onto the bed behind her, and the heat from his body burned her back. He licked behind her ear and she shot away from him.
“Sensitive much?” he whispered.
“You know the backs of an Elf’s ears are highly, um, erogenous.”
“I do,” he agreed and swiped his tongue against that delicate spot once more. This time, he wound his hands around the front of her thighs and when she jumped he clamped down, keeping her in place against him. As his kisses moved to her neck, he slid a hand up and boldly cupped her.
“Trey, Trey, Trey,” she chanted, her head resting against one of her arms. His hand was so big over her that the heel of his palm rubbed her clit, his fingers pushed between her swollen lips and his fingertips rested at her anus.
“I like your size,” he told her and rubbed his hand against her pussy. “I can touch you everywhere. Everything is in easy, delightful reach.”
“Um-hmm,” she agreed.
“Now don’t move. I’ll be right back.”
“Huh?”
She twisted around but he’d already left. Guessing he’d gone to get more toys from his bag, she turned back to face the wall over her headboard. She brought her knees together and squeezed, remembering how well his hand fit over her. Excitement sent a fresh flood of wetness between her legs.
It wasn’t long before he returned on silent feet. The only way she knew he was back was by the cool, crisp, icy mountain air scent of him.
“Before I take you, Emmy, before I bury my cock into your tight, sweet pussy, I want to push you. I might be your wish, but I’m not inanimate. I’m not a toy like you make in your shop. I’m real, and I want to know how much of me you can take.”
She shuddered at his words, spoken right against her ear, tickling and stimulating her at the same time. “You can push me as far as you want, Trey.”
“Can I?”
He reached around her body, and she yelped when an icy cold sensation swiped over a nipple. She dropped her head to see an icicle in his hand. “Where’d you get that?”
“We’re at the North Pole, baby. Where do you think I got it? Your eaves are full of them.” He brushed the cold, skinny cone across the other breast. The intense cold made her little peaks shoot out even more, and after a few more breathtaking swipes, turned them from pale pink to candy apple red.
“Aren’t your hands cold?” she asked as her teeth began to chatter. He hadn’t touched her anywhere else except for the ice on her breasts.
“I live in this stuff. This is nothing. Now open wide.”
He raised the icicle and she opened her mouth, allowing him to slide the blunt point over her bottom lip.
“Now close your mouth and hold this for me a minute. Don’t bite it off. Do you understand?”
She nodded and sucked on the spear in her mouth. It started to slip so she set her teeth down, but carefully so as not to cause a break.
His hands fiddled at the back of her neck, and the ribbon holding her bell loosened. He dropped the beribboned bell to her waist, refastened the ties, and twisted it so the bell now rested at the top of her ass.
“I plan to make these hips shake, Emmy. I like your bell, and I want to hear that thing ring like crazy, got me?”
She nodded.
“Now, where did I leave that… oh, yeah.”
He slipped the icicle from her mouth, explaining, “Don’t worry if we go through this one fast. You’ve plenty more.”
She groaned, not sure if she was pleased or scared at this announcement.
Settling behind her, he pressed his hand against her stomach, pulling her tight against his chest. The bell, squeezed between her ass and his stomach, made a small, muffled ding. He teased her tight nipples with the icicle again, then ran the tip down the valley between her breasts and to her belly. He continued the cold trail until he reached the top of her pubic hair. She looked down, watched the cold play, held her breath, and wondered if he’d dare go lower.
Yep, he’d dare.
She cried out as he ran the impossibly cold rod over her pussy and teased her clit with the tip.
“It’s only making her shrink up, Trey, not come out to play,” she told him with a shiver.
“Don’t worry. I’ll make it want to play.”
He pulled away, and a second later she felt the soft brush of hair against her inner thighs. He pushed himself through her open stance until she straddled his neck, and with the restraints taut, she was kept up and away from him.
“Are you holding on tight, Emmy?”
She grabbed the rope with her fingers. “Yeah.”
“Remember, I want to hear that bell.”
Emmy nodded. Trey pulled back until his hot breath fanned her heated flesh, and she wanted to melt right on top of his face. She jumped and cried when, instead of a hot tongue as she’d expected, he pushed that damn icicle against her entire pussy, lengthwise. The bell at her ass jingled loudly. He kept that frozen spear pressed against her while whispering words that must be a spell. Then her body lowered. He swiped his tongue over the ice and because his tongue was so broad, his wet heat bathed her labia.
He rubbed the spear back and forth and proceeded to lick every part of her he could reach. The icicle melted as he lapped at the coolness, and she twisted and bounced at the painful yet addictive sensations.
When he removed the icicle and kissed her cold flesh with his hot mouth, she wiggled so much the music from the bell hitting her ass became hypnotic. He touched his tongue directly to her clit for the first time, and the little nub shot out, no doubt deep red and caught between hot and cold sensations. She came hard on his face and cried his name, over and over.
Instead of easing away from her, Trey continued to lick and suck at her. The sweet euphoria of her orgasm came to a crashing halt though when he fit the rounded tip of the icicle to her opening and pushed it straight in.
Her inner walls clenched in shock. Such coldness on the heels of a hot orgasm was almost explosive. Her body tightened up, and squeezed the cold stick inside her even more when Trey covered her with his mouth again.
He’d shoved the icicle so deep it only took one of his thick fingers to hold the end, right at her entrance, to keep it inside. Then, with his mouth over her and the ice inside her, he played. He’d let the ice slide out a fraction, then push it back while he bathed her with his tongue. Hot -- warm -- cold. The sensations hit her simultaneously, over and over, making her dizzy with need.
Suddenly, the rope above her head tightened, and she was lifted up slightly.
“Ohhh!” She groaned. Having been worked up again, she didn’t want to leave.
“Got a question for you.”
“Now?” she snapped. “Can’t you ask me later, or ask me while you were doing what you were doing?”
“Oh, Emmy. You are a delight. Why don’t I hear bells?”
She wiggled her hips and a bright sound jingled through the room.
“Do you feel pushed now, Emmy?”
The sound of her bell ringing made her smile. “No. Is that all you’ve got?” Why she teased him, she had no idea. Yes, he’d pushed her with just this little bit of play. If he had more in stor
e, she both wanted and was afraid. Knowing she only had this day, however, made her want to go after more.
He chuckled, and the warmth of his sweet breath traveled up her body. She noticed the icicle had melted completely and wondered what he planned next.
“Hold on then, my little Elf,” he told her.
He whispered another spell, and a cool whoosh swept by her back.
“What was that?”
“Just getting another icicle.”
“More?”
“I wasn’t done with the first one. You’re so hot it melted before I could even put it where I wanted.”
“Where, exactly, do you want it?” she asked, nervous now.
“Right. Here,” he said, just as the tip poked against her asshole.
“Whoa.” She jumped away from the tip and clenched her butt.
“You said you wanted to be pushed, baby. Is this too much for you?”
He’d taken his left hand and wrapped it at her waist, pulling her back down and settling the tip of the ice at her tight hole again.
“I… I don’t know.”
“Emmy, you know I want you happy.”
She nodded.
“Good. You’ll be happy if you let me have all of you.” He worked the melting tip past the tight rim of her anus as he spoke. She gripped the rope above her head and squeezed her eyes shut. That ice was so fucking cold, but it did seem to be melting fast.
“Relax, baby. Let it go in.”
She took a deep breath and let her knees sink down. Once she did, the press of the ice wasn’t as uncomfortable. It was still cold, but damn if it wasn’t turning her on again.
He forced the icicle deeper into her ass, said his spell again, and she lowered to his mouth. With the cold spear melting in her backside and his tongue flicking her swollen clit, the sensations overwhelmed her. Her hips bucked and she pushed down, her asshole opening to him now, despite the cold. His finger followed the path of the melted ice, sliding in easily. She ground her hips against him, wanting more, so he pulled her down farther, smashed her pussy against his face and wiggled his finger in her ass.
Her bell rang loudly, constantly, and the sound gave what was going on an otherworldly feel.
