by Skye Warren
“What do you mean, you’re meeting Santa tomorrow?” she asks. “We have that dinner party we have to go to, remember? You promised you’d come!”
“Don’t worry,” I tell her. “I’ll be there.”
“How?” she asks, flabbergasted. “You can’t go on a date with some guy and make the party. That’s impossible.”
“I told you,” I sigh. “I’m meeting Santa Claus. Where he lives, time doesn’t exist. I’ll be back before then. Shit, I’ll even bring him to the damn party, if you want.”
“I would love that,” she bursts out laughing. “Seriously, bring the guy.”
“I will,” I say, turning red in the face. I’m actually starting to get really annoyed at Trisha. It’s one thing to not believe me. It’s another to make fun of me for my beliefs.
“Alright, then. But if you bring some third rate male stripper over to my friend’s house, I’ll kill you,” she says. “Seriously, don’t pull any of that crap. This party is classy.”
I roll my eyes. This woman has a surprise in store for her. “I’m meeting with the elf around 4:00 p.m.,” I admit. “You’ll see.”
We exit the restaurant, but she looks confused. “Did you say you’re meeting with an elf?” she laughs, but now looks actually concerned for my mental health.
“Yes,” I say, my heart sinking. For whatever reason, I turn to look at the guy at the table and I notice he’s gone. In fact, all of his shots are gone with him. The table is clean and set up nicely, as if no one was ever sitting there in the first place.
“Look,” she sighs and reaches into her purse, pulling out a card, a pen, and a piece of scrap paper. “I’m going to give you the number to my therapist. Don’t argue with me. She’s good. She’s helped me out a lot. I think you’ll like her.”
She writes down the number and name of her therapist and I’m fuming. She hands me the piece of paper and smiles. “Seriously? An elf?”
Bitch.
Chapter 8
Santa
I watch her at the bar. I stare at her. I look her up and down and without touching her, I’m already hooked. I want to grab her right here and take her. Shot after shot, I begin to want her more. It gets so bad that I have to disappear.
I open my eyes and I’m in her house. This woman is going to be mine if it’s the last thing I do. I’m going to make her the new Mrs. Claus. I walk into her room and glance at her closet. Inside there’s at least a full row of lingerie and sex toys. This is one kinky woman, perfectly naughty.
When I hear her unlock the door, I hide inside the closet. She’s humming some Christmas tune, completely oblivious. She knows she’s going to meet Santa. What she doesn’t know is how. I wait until she comes inside her room. She undresses and I peer through a crack in her closet door as she reaches for the handle.
She never had a chance. She opens the door and I pounce on her. I throw my magical bag over her and tie the ends tight. She screams out of fear. That’s to be expected. The last Mrs. Claus did the same thing. They all do. When I bring her up to the North Pole, I know she’s going to have a change of heart.
“Help!” she yells, punching against the bag. I don’t say a word. I want to keep the suspense going. It makes it all that much more fun.
I drag the bag up through the chimney, until I’m situated on the roof. I check my watch. The damned elf is late. He was supposed to be here ten minutes ago.
Finally, after twenty minutes of waiting, I see him pummel out of the sky. He lands harshly against her roof, sending tiles flying. I jump in angrily, swinging the bag inside the sled. “Dammit, Ernest. Where the fuck were you?”
“Sorry, sir. I got a little lost,” he says, hiccupping.
“Are you drunk?” I ask him.
“Maybe, sir,” he says, smiling a little.
“Well, what the hell. Give me some of what you’re drinking,” I say, searching the sled for a bottle. I find the bottle of whiskey and down it. “Let’s get the hell out of here,” I sigh.
Ernest pulls on the reins of the reindeer and we take off into the sky. Within an hour, we’re back home in the snow.
“What’re you going to do with her, sir?” Ernest the Elf asks me eagerly.
“What do you think?” I laugh. “No, I’m kidding. Throw her in the Naughty cell. I’ll deal with her later.”
“Yes, sir,” he says.
I head back to the viewing room and lock the door. Ernest throws the bag inside the cell and unties it, running out before she gets a look at him. “Who are you?” she screams, only to find herself alone.
Her naked body glistens against the light. Her teardrop tits drive me fucking crazy. So crazy that I realize I can’t contain myself. I can’t let her alone. I need her now.
“Hello?” she says, looking at the camera in the corner of the room. “Is that you? Is that who I think it is?”
She sits down on the porcelain floor, covering her body. However, after a few minutes of playing shy, she slowly removes her hands. She lets it all out for me. “Is this what you want?” she asks the camera. “Santa, baby?”
My cock twitches against my red velvet pants. “How about this?” she asks, spreading her legs open. She runs her hand over her pussy, driving me out of my mind. “Or this?” she slides in two fingers, completely tempting me. She knows exactly what I want, what I desire. She knows how dirty Santa really is.
I walk out of the room and head toward her cell. It’s going against my own orders. Normally, I wait a week. I like to let them sit and wonder where they could be. This woman, Noel, is different. She’s been thinking about this day for decades. She’s been dreaming of the day she could fall to her knees and suck my fat cock.
I walk into the room and all the Elves are staring at me inside the hallway. “Out!” I demand. “Everybody out!”
I knock on the cell door and I hear her sweet, innocent voice. “Yes? Who’s there?” she says.
“It’s me,” I tell her. “It’s Santa.”
Chapter 9
Noel
“Bullshit,” I mutter. “If you’re Santa, prove it.”
The door slides open and there’s a familiar man standing in front of me. He’s tall, incredible muscular, and he looks almost frightening and totally bad. That’s when I realize; it’s the man from the bar, the one drinking the shots.
“It’s you,” I smile. “It’s really you.”
He nods and walks forward, eyeing my whole body. “I’ve been watching you since you were a little girl,” he says. I gulp down.
“You have?” I whisper. He walks closer, until our lips are almost touching.
“I’ve seen all the naughty things you’ve done. You’ve been naughty since birth, haven’t you?” he smiles.
“I know,” I look down at the center of his velvet pants. I swallow down hard and have to take a quick breath. “I’ve been bad. I’m so sorry. I couldn’t help myself.”
“Some women are just born naughty,” he says. “There’s no helping them.”
“I’m sorry,” I plead.
“You need to be punished for being naughty,” he says, taking off his shiny black belt.
I look at him with a slight fear in my eyes. This is not the man I was expecting. He’s bad. He’s frightening. He sends shivers down my spine. Yet, he’s a hot hunk, completely ready to give me everything I’ve ever dreamed of.
“I do,” I whisper. “I need punishment. I need to learn the error of my ways.”
“What have you done?” he asks me. “I need you to tell me in your own words, what wrongs have you committed?”
“I’ve thought about men,” I whisper. In between my legs, I feel the warmth increase. I grow wetter by the second, as he moves around me in circles.
“Yes, you have,” he says. “I knew it.”
The fear in me grows, but so does my confidence. “Lots of men, actually. I’ve had dreams where multiple men take me.”
“Keep talking,” he says.
“All my holes are filled. I�
�m immersed in a zone of pure pleasure,” I find myself saying. “I have to admit, I like it too. I like fantasizing about bad things.”
“What other bad things?” he asks me, stopping dead in his tracks.
“I’ve thought about… well, I’ve lusted after you,” I tell him. “In fact, after all these fantasies, you’re the only one I’ve wanted this much.”
“You don’t even know me,” he says. “You’ve been raised on a lie. I’m not the man you expected. I’m not jolly. I’m not old looking. I’m a prick. A bastard.”
“I know you,” I repeat. “I’ve always known you weren’t how they portray you on TV. I’ve been waiting for this moment for so long.”
He pauses, unsure as to what to say. He turns around, holding his belt out in front of him. “Didn’t you get my letters?” I ask him. “Didn’t you read what I wrote?”
“You think I read any of those things on Christmas? I get millions of them. No, billions of letters. I don’t have time for that shit,” he says.
“Well, my words meant a lot to me,” I look down at his cock. “I want you, Santa. I need you.”
I place my head underneath his belt and tighten it around my neck. “Make me yours,” I whisper. “Make me understand what it’s like to be Santa’s woman.”
He looks at me carefully and then he smiles. “Maybe I was wrong about you,” he says.
His hand moves forward and he cups each breast lightly. He squeezes and runs his fingers down to my nipples. I feel goosebumps shoot across my body. My face grows warm and I’m completely ready for him, ready to do anything for him. I feel myself grabbing at the top of his pants.
I unzip and I’m face to face with the biggest cock I’ve ever fucking seen in my entire life. I grab it, feeling the warm piece of flesh. “Good girl,” he whispers. I open my mouth and feel his head push inside, against my tongue. He slides all the way back, toward my throat and I gag slightly.
He pulls himself out and strokes his shaft, circling my saliva around the flesh. He lowers his body to his knees and smiles, kissing me deeply. Our lips crush against one another and I’m in pure heaven.
I feel his hand lower and he places it around my pussy, spreading my wetness across my lips and clit. He lies down in front of me and says, “Be a good girl and sit on Santa’s face.”
“You want me to—”
He nods. “Sit on my face, woman,” he says, sternly.
I stand over him and lower my ass on top of his face. I instantly feel his warm, wet mouth around my aching pussy. I groan loudly when I feel his tongue slide over my clit gently, warming me up. He moans as he begins to eat me. His tongue slides in me, around me, and he sucks on each lip.
“Fuck,” I moan. I slide my pussy back and forth over his slick tongue. He smacks my ass hard and I push my body down harder against his face. “Yes, just like that!” I say, when he slides two fingers inside of me.
He lifts me up and sets me down on my back. He slowly spreads my legs and begins to devour me from the top down. His tongue drags and massages against me. My toes curl when my whole entire core is in his mouth. He sucks, he licks, and he forces me to the point of no return. My body goes upright and I feel that strange tingle shoot across my body.
There’s a sudden quiet before the storm and then, boom. I’m fully exploding. “Cum for me,” he moans, forcing in three fingers. He presses hard against my g-spot. I grab around his body, holding on for dear life. I’ve never been eaten this good. I’ve never had a man put in this much effort. I’m totally gone. I’ve lost all sense of self and pleasure has flooded my senses.
Everything fades within minutes of me writhing against him. “Holy shit,” I utter, trying to figure out what just happened. “That was, that was—”
“Magical,” he says. “I know.”
He strips naked and I’m face to face with his perfectly chiseled body, his ripped abs and muscular chest. The “V” around his pelvic muscles sends chills down my spine. He’s so fucking perfect and I’m no match for him. I wonder how the hell I’m ever going to be good enough to be Mrs. Claus. How? I’m just some mortal human with an obsession.
I’m forced not to think about it as he grabs the leather belt that was around my neck and uses it like a leash. He leads me around until I’m on my knees and facing the other way. Before he fucks me, he bends over and gets one more taste. “You’re gorgeous, baby,” he mutters.
And then I feel it. I feel his thick head press against my lips, taunting and teasing me. I’m so turned on that I find myself pressing back against him. His cock slides in, but not without some effort. He’s so big and thick that it takes some work, but when he gets it in, we both feel that initial pleasure one feels on first penetration.
He wraps his big, strong hands around my waist and holds me steady, using it as leverage. “Now,” he says, “you’re finally mine. You’re all Santa’s.”
“Yes,” I moan, feeling all of his strength push into me.
Leaning forward, he thrusts with ease now, and wraps his hands around my chest. He squeezes my tits that are now hanging against the floor and kisses the top of my head. “Sweetie,” he says. “Let’s take a ride.”
Suddenly, we’re taken out of this blank, white room and into a sex dungeon put together from all of my fantasies. This is what I’ve been dreaming of since I was a little girl.
“This is what I’ve been asking for, for all these years,” I say.
I look down and notice that I’m not riding him. I can feel every last rigid inch of him inside me and I’m losing control once more. I place my hands against his chest and feel his muscular tone, and I just fucking lose it. I cum harder than before, louder than ever, and I get him soaking wet.
The room is velvety-satin and there’s a giant, circular bed in the center. All around us are whips, paddles, chains, and of course sex toys to choose from. As I’m coming, he holds a Hitachi to my clit and I lose all touch with reality. I shake, wild and aggressive. My whole body quakes to the point of no return. I’m his. Forever.
He spins me around, so that my ass is facing him. I fall into the role of the submissive, and each time he lifts me up, I crash down harder than ever. He grabs a paddleboard and holds it against the front of my throat. I scream, “Yes! Show me who’s boss.”
He does. He pushes me off him, so that I struggle against the bed. I fall onto its pillowy comfort and he grabs me, holding in position. He spanks me. Once. Twice. Three times a charm. I’m dripping against the bed as I clench the bed sheets within my fists.
“You’re so good to me,” he confesses.
“Am I?” I smile, feeling the weight of the paddle smack against my ripe flesh.
He runs his hands down my body and smiles. “You have no fucking idea,” he says. “After this, I’m going to give you everything. I’m going to spoil you, take you out to lavish restaurants, and fuck you daily. I’m going to give you everything you’ve ever dreamed of.”
The pulse of my heart quickens and there’s no denying it: I’m hooked. Not that I already wasn’t… But this is more than I imagined.
He slams the paddle against my skin once more, before throwing it off to the side. I feel the burn travel up my body, but quickly dissipate into a guilty pleasure. It turns my body cold to hot within seconds.
“But you’ve already given me all a girl could dream of,” I tell him. “You’ve given me the gift of your cock.”
“The life of a Mrs. Claus doesn’t stop with that,” he says. “I want you obedient. I want you present. I want you here with me, always. I’ll do whatever it takes to get you to do that.”
I fall across the bed. I’ve already promised my life with him. It’s already what I want. If he wants to keep me in a cage for the rest of my life, I’d be happy. But he knows that. He knows all. And just like that, I realized that I’m essentially taking the cock of the most powerful man on earth. He’s not a jolly man who gives the children toys. He’s an emperor. He’s a ruler, a ruler of all men. And now, he’s a rule
r of me.
Chapter 10
Santa
She’s practically fucking salivating out of her mouth when she looks at me with those glossy eyes. I’m like a drug to her. I can see that now. And when I smack her ass as hard as I can, a single tear rolls out. She looks all the more beautiful because she’s enjoying it. This has been her “thing” since she first got her big girl panties. And now, I’m breaking her in. I’m giving her everything she’s pleaded to get. Finally, she’s on the good girl list.
I stuff her panties in her mouth so she can taste how sweet she really is. I kiss her cheeks and whisper in her ear, “As long as you’re with me, everything’s going to be okay.” Truth be told, she’s had a hard life and I see it just by looking at her. She’s been an outcast since birth. This whole Santa thing? Fuck, she looks like an insane person talking about that shit. But that’s just the way these things go. If you want to dance with the devil, you have to fully commit. You have to realize, “your old life is now over. You are with me now.”
She backs up against the velvet backing of the bed and instinctually opens her legs. Her wet cunt stares back at me, young and perfect. I still have her taste lingering and when I swallow, my cocks gets harder. Things start to turn serious. I start to lose the bad boy façade. I start to fall in love with her.
Her cute pussy, after all, is what I’ve been waiting for all these lonely, cold years. Shut away in my castle, at the top of the world, the rest of the population is too stupid to know that I have nothing up here, that I’m just an old king who’s lost everything. They think I’m a fat, pathetic man. They’ve been sold the image of my demise. That’s when I realize that without Noel, I’m nothing.
I need her just as much as she needs me.
“I love you, Noel,” I whisper. And suddenly, everything changes inside of me. I fall into a deep rhythm of thrusting. In and out, I become one with her.
