Adults Books: “The New Clause” Two Sexy Romance Stories

by Skye, J. C.

  She was so flustered by the thought that she blurted out, “Is the door locked?”

  That did it. Annie felt Max’s small, yet strong, hand pressing against her back. He was bending her over the kitchen counter and he had not answered her very important question. Her body melted under his touch and she bent against the cold surface, which touched her nipples making them tauter. Annie felt her panties riding up between her cheeks as she leaned forward. The anticipation was becoming unbearable as she thought of his next move, which sent a fresh spout of moisture between her thighs. What he did next was quite unexpected. He had disappeared.

  Annie was still bent over the counter where her breasts rested on the cold surface. She didn’t dare move lest she be punished by Max once more, which she desperately wanted. She was just pondering if he had gone to lock the door when she heard a strange noise. It almost sounded like jingling. Her heart jumped into her throat and started beating hard and fast. Who is that? She asked herself a few times. The unanswered questions filling her mind were sending her senses into overdrive. She was so tempted to look behind her that she could hardly stand it. Annie was just about to sneak a peek when she felt her hair being lifted off her neck and clipped to the back of her head. She felt Max take her right arm, then her left, and crossed them behind her. She could hear the clinking noise again and felt cold metal being clamped around her wrists. The cuffs he used were soft and wouldn’t leave marks on her skin. She remembered them fondly.

  Annie’s body was on fire, which she thought was a bit odd considering it was being caused by all the cool things touching her bare skin. Max knelt down at her feet and she could feel him clasping more cold restraints around her ankles. When he had finished cuffing her he stood back to admire his work. He had her pressed, mostly nude, against the counter with her pink butt fully exposed by her underwear. Her hands were loosely cuffed at the small of her back and her feet were spread about two feet and restrained with cuffs on a long chain. Since he was a bit shorter she could not see him over her shoulders and this made the anticipation even more thrilling as she wondered what he was planning.

  She loved the difference in their height. It made things more interesting. Even with her bent all the way over like this, he was only just barely taller than her. He many have been short but he was still sexy as hell. He was thick, well proportioned, and muscular. She could feel his hands reach out and caress the pink marks on her behind. Her skin was so sensitive from being hit that his fingers made her skin tingle. The warm, moist spot between her thighs was emitting such heat there was no way Max did not feel it. In fact it seemed to fuel his desire and push him over the edge. Practically losing his control he violently ripped her panties down and kicked her legs open as far as the chain would allow. Even in his intensity, he was careful not to hurt her or leave marks.

  The sensation of the cold air on her warm and very wet spot was too much for her to handle. She could feel an explosion building between her thighs. She moaned aloud as she felt herself lose control. In a matter of seconds she felt him thrust something in her mouth and she tasted plastic. Her mouth was stretched around what felt like a ball. She ran her tongue around the smooth plastic and she lost it. Her orgasm was intense and fluid ran down her inner thighs as her tension was released. The gentle force of him gagging her had pushed her past the brink.

  “Did I tell you to cum,” he teased her. She knew he had done that to her on purpose and that he was trying to see how much she could handle.

  Unable to speak with the ball in her mouth and still breathing heavy from her orgasm, she didn’t even attempt to answer him. It was early in the night and she had already cum. She was in for an amazing Christmas this year. Whenever Chris left to deliver presents it gave the two of them at least twelve free hours, which Max took complete advantage of. He ran his fingers across her secret place and then licked them clean, moaning inwardly.

  “You always taste so sweet Annie,” he said more to himself than to her.

  Before she knew he had parted her cheeks and plunged his tongue inside her. He licked up every last drop of her orgasmic fluid and was letting her know how pleased he was by the noises he made. Annie tried to brace herself on the counter, with her feet now spread about five feet apart and his tongue inside her, it was hard to remain standing. For a man with such a small stature he had such long and thick parts. Even his tongue was long and thick. She felt him moving it in and out of her. Once he’d licked her clean, he moved his tongue down to her clit and started flicking it quickly. It almost caused her knees to buckle. She could feel that familiar sensation building in her female depth. He pushed three of his fingers inside her and she released all over them. Annie moaned against the plastic ball still wedged in her mouth. She must have sounded like some kind of animal.

  She knew she was in for it when he did not even slow down. He pulled his three fingers out of her licked them clean again and began cleaning her off once more with his tongue. Her thoughts were confirmed when he told her, “I’ve got a real sweet tooth tonight, and you are the only sugar here.” His words made her glow from the inside out.

  The Night Before Christmas

  As usual, once the dining room was emptied of all the diners, the huge mess was left for Annie. She began dutifully clearing each place setting and taking them to the sink. She spent at least fifteen minutes gathering everything except the leftovers. She had planned to take them out to the reindeer after she’d finished cleaning the dinner mess. Annie was only about three plates into her washing process when she heard footsteps behind her and a voice speaking to her.

  “I took the leftovers out to the reindeer,” Max said kindly.

  He knew she really did not want to brave the cold, especially not at night. That was why she was putting it off. She was grateful for his thoughtfulness. This man is an enigma, she thought smiling to herself.

  “How’d you sneak away,” she asked Max, honestly surprised to see him. After all, it was not often that he was able to help clean up after dinner, especially this close to Christmas.

  “Everyone else is so preoccupied I don’t think they will even notice I am missing,” Max told her nonchalantly. Once upon a time he had been so worried about his absence being noticed or he and Annie being seen together too often. He used to be so paranoid. Now he acted almost as if he wanted to be caught, which turned Annie on even more. Her bad boy desired her more than maintaining their secret. On the other hand, she knew what his work meant to him and could not bear it if she caused him to lose it.

  “Thank you for feeding the reindeer but I can handle all of this,” Annie spoke the words automatically.

  “Now that wouldn’t be very gentlemanly,” he said. He was already right next to her, towel in hand. Seeing the towel in his hands turned her on so quickly. The memories of last Christmas were dancing in her head. His speed getting to her side led her to believe that he had anticipated her comment and she could see in his eyes what she was thinking. He played with the end of the towel a little, smirking all the while. Saying nothing, he picked up the first cleansed dish and dried it without taking his gaze away from her. Annie, trying hard not to smile, continued washing as he dried. Max had a tendency of staring at her and she loved it. She wanted to look right back at him, though did not dare. She just basked in the way he made her feel like the only woman on Earth and cleaned the dishes with him in silence.

  They’d made it about half way through the dishes without uttering a word. Max just watched Annie intently as she tried her best not to look back at him. Every time she did steal a glance their eyes would meet and she quickly looked away blushing. How does he make me blush so easily, she asked herself. She knew he would not punish her now, not with the entire household and her husband here. She wasn’t afraid to look at him because of what he might do. She feared getting lost in his eyes. It wouldn’t have been the first time. It was a good thing she’d remained strong since at that moment her husband appeared in the kitchen heading to the icebox. He seemed
not to notice how quickly Max jerked his blazing gaze away from Annie. Instead, the fat man was more worried about finding the leftovers, which he had asked to be given to the reindeer.

  “Annie, where is the dinner leftovers?” Chris asked his wife with his head still in the fridge.

  Much to Chris’s surprise it was Max that answered him saying, “I already took them out to the reindeer, Sir.”

  Annie always noticed the utter disdain in Max’s voice when he says the word ‘sir’. He obviously despised having to call anyone sir. In fact that was what he preferred Annie to call him. She figured Chris’s choice of address request had something to do with it, and she was not complaining. Her husband never seemed to notice the change in Max’s tone when he spoke to him, and she really couldn’t see how. It was blatantly obvious.

  Annie could tell Chris was caught off guard by Max, as well as genuinely upset that there was no food left for him to gobble down. Chris stared at them blankly for a minute and was noticeably less chipper when he spoke.

  “Shouldn’t you be in the workshop Max?” Chris asked, but it was not a question.

  “Yes, but when I saw Mrs. Claus here, buried beneath our dishes, I couldn’t resist lending her a hand,” Max pointedly retorted.

  Seemingly unaffected by Max’s words or tone Chris replied, “She can handle all this. Now scurry back to the workshop. That is where you are needed.”

  Max looked dangerously close to snapping, but he did as he was told. The way Chris spoke to all of the elves bothered Annie so badly. He treated them like children, which they were not. They looked small, but they were, by no means, children. Annie stole one last look at Max, who was now frowning, and kept washing without a word. She could feel Chris watching her now and she wondered what he was thinking. It didn’t take long for him to tell her.

  “I’m exhausted. I’m going to go to bed early tonight. I need plenty of rest before tomorrow,” he told her. “I need you to go to the workshop once you finish this and get the elves all caught up and finished too.”

  “Okay,” she said quietly without looking at him. His request may have sounded simple enough, but it was really a few hours of work. She would be up all night helping the elves finish.

  Her answer seemed to be all he’d been waiting for because once he got it, he vanished through the door. After she was left alone, she tried to enjoy the solitude. Unfortunately, she wished Max was still there helping her. She had a sneaking suspicion that her husband purposely separated them. Then again, he also asked her to spend all night in the same room with him. Granted, they would not be alone in the workshop. There would be fifteen pairs of eyes there to serve as their chaperones.

  She finished cleaning the kitchen within the hour and anxiously hurried to the workshop, glad to get to see Max again. Seeing him was the only reason she was so agreeable to staying up all night working after she had worked all day. Somehow, just the sight of seeing her lover sitting on his stool at the wrapping table made her feel suddenly awake. There was an open stool next to Max, and she wanted to sit in it very badly. At the wrapping station there were five stools in a row a close together. Max was sitting on the far left, the seat to his right was empty, and Billy sat in the next one over. Annie fought the urge to sit by him and took the empty seat between Billy and Jack instead.

  The two elves merely nodded, acknowledging her and continued with their work. The cheery Christmas music in the background was only just audible over the sounds of tiny hammers and crinkling wrapping paper. Annie shot a quick glance in Max’s direction and saw him looking slightly hurt with his eyes on his work. She figured he wanted her to sit beside him, but she didn’t think it was a good idea. She tried not to think about the sad look on his face and started working too. She actually enjoyed wrapping the presents, which she was good at and did quickly. She had the others racing, encouraging them to keep up with her.

  Less than an hour later, she had them working within schedule. As Billy and Jack ran out of things to wrap they both headed back to the worktable to assemble more toys. Max was down to his last couple as well. He looked at Annie who was just finishing her last one and scooted one stool closer. He had been dying to ask her a question since she sat down.

  “Why didn’t you sit by me,” he asked in a hushed voice. No one in the room noticed, the noise was loud enough to drown out his whispers.

  “You know why,” she whispered back to him.

  “He’s not even in here to see us,” Max argued, clearly wanting to move even closer.

  Annie opened her mouth to argue but realized she did not want to. Why I am I fighting him? I want him to sit beside me too! Her thoughts settled the inner conflict and she moved to the seat right beside him. As soon as she did his face cracked a big smile that he couldn’t have stopped if he tried. She reached across him grabbing one of the toys he hadn’t done yet. As she sat back down on her stool, her skin brushed against his. In his eyes she could see the passion blazing and a fire growing. He was having a hard time not clearing the table in front of them and throwing her over it. The look in his eye told her exactly what he was thinking. They spent the evening working side by side, discreetly flirting.

  By the time two o’clock rolled around, everything was complete. With Annie and Max wrapping the toys faster than fifteen elves could make them, they finished in record time. The work being over, unfortunately, meant it was time for Annie and Max to go to their separate beds. Neither of them could be truly sad, at least not with Christmas Eve to look forward to.

  And The Party Begins

  Annie awoke the following day, feeling like a kid from the anticipation of things to come. This was her favorite day of the whole year. It used to be Christmas Day because she really loved the giving spirit of the holiday, and Chris was always home for most of Christmas. Now she liked the time he spent away, which did not come very often. She realized she must have slept in a little longer than usual since Chris was no longer in the bed. There was no reason to get up early since they’d finished everything the night before. Chris is probably just prepping his sleigh before it’s time for him to leave, she thought happily.

  Surprisingly she wasn’t sluggish at all that morning and practically jumped out of bed. She was particularly more selective in picking out her outfit and chose a matching red velvet bra and thong set. She slid herself into them and crossed the room to the closet. There were numerous outfits to choose from but she decided on a tight fitting red skirt that hung just below her knees and a white, button-up blouse that was made out of the softest material she’d ever felt. She looked at herself in the mirror and smiled. She always left her hair down because she knew that Max liked to put it up.

  The living room was empty when she entered and there was a fire roaring in the fireplace. It was very warm and cozy in this room. When she looked at the clock, she quickly realized where everyone was. It was almost time for Santa to go and everyone was probably outside. She grabbed a coat from the hook on the wall, threw it on, and hurried outside. I can’t believe he let me sleep so long, she thought. Sure enough, when she walked out the front door, she found everyone helping or watching Santa load up his sleigh. She looked around for Max and when she did not see him, she began to get worried. No, no, no! Where is he? Her thoughts were so loud in her head she swore everyone could hear them. Is that why Chris let me sleep? So he could get rid of Max? How would he have known? Did one of the elves say something to him?

  The thoughts flooding her mind with negativity were overwhelming. She was finding it hard to breath and her vision blurred from the tears welling in her eyes. Trying to keep her cool, she took three deep breaths, swallowed and fought back the tears. Annie didn’t want to panic for no reason and believed she was just jumping to conclusions out of paranoia. She had no real reason to suspect that her husband knew or did anything so she tried to relax.

  Annie pulled her coat tightly around her as she scanned the crowd for Max. She knew he wasn’t out there, or she would have seen him by then.
It was almost time for Santa to leave to deliver the world’s presents and he still had not even acknowledged her, which made her fearful for her lover’s well-being. The elves had finished loading up the sleigh and it was time for takeoff. Santa looked around the crowd for his wife; when he saw her, he smiled at her, waved goodbye, and called to the reindeer for lift off. Santa’s send-off was random, but not necessarily out of the ordinary. Though it was rare that he left this early in the day, it was not at all unusual. Therefore, Annie still had no reason to believe she and Max had been found out.

  Annie was getting cold and decided she could get to the bottom of Max’s disappearance just as easily from inside the cozy warmth of the living room. Chris was lifting off when she made it to the door. She had barely made it inside when she felt a cloth bag being pulled over her head, then a strong hand covered her mouth. Max, she thought happily. Annie knew it was him, but the fact that she could not be one hundred percent sure had her soaking through her thong already. The hand pushed her to her knees and pulled her forward. She put her hands on the floor to balance herself and let the person lead her. We’re in my room, she thought to herself. She was judging by the direction and lack of turns that they were in the room she and her husband shared.

  Annie remained on all fours expectantly. She heard a door shut and a lock turning. The excitement was growing fast and she was dripping from her honeypot already. Hands reached around to her front and unbuttoned her shirt slowly, one by one. Those same hands slid the shirt off her shoulders. Her skin was tingling with anticipation. She could see nothing due to the dark cloth material covering her face. Her breathing was becoming loud and the moans from heightening excitement, then the man stuck a familiar round, plastic object in her mouth. The same ball gag as last year, she thought fondly.