Mischief Under The Mistletoe

by Maren Smith

  “Yes, daddy.”

  “Good. Now, if you behave yourself tomorrow, you finally get to come. Otherwise...”

  The threat was left in the air, and as she watched him walk out the door, leaving her standing alone in the room. Pussy still wet, and still horny as hell, she told herself there was no way she was going to listen to him and wait until tomorrow to ease the ache between her legs. She stood cursing for a few minutes, then went and cleared the table like he had ordered, before striding into her bedroom and spending the whole night tossing and turning. Needless to say, she woke up hornier, more frustrated and even more determined to get the orgasm he promised her. And even though she would probably murder him afterwards, Jenny knew that it would be worth the wait when she finally got his mouth between her legs, and his cock balls deep in her pussy.

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  JENNY SMILED AS SHE led the child off Santa’s lap and back to his mother. It was almost lunchtime already, which meant that for the last few hours, she had endured walking around in an elf’s outfit and being on her best behavior, all so she could get the big bad Santa sitting in front of her to give her Christmas gift. And while the tension between her legs seemed to grow with each passing minute, Jenny could not deny that she had enjoyed herself far better than she had thought she would. Being on her best behavior meant she had to be polite to the parents, smile with the kids and be as gentle with them as possible. It also meant that she ended up having fun with them; the easy banter between Santa, his elves and the kids was the cause of many waves of laughter. Before now, if she was asked how she felt about kids, she would have said without thinking that she didn’t care for them much, mostly because she rarely had to deal with them. She was the foster child of adoptive parents who were only too happy to see her gone as soon as the government checks stopped clearing. But playing with these kids today, all of them eager to please the man in a red suit handing out gifts, she realized that maybe she did like kids after all. Of course, it may just be that she felt some kind of solidarity with them, since they all were trying to please the man in the red suit.

  The moment they broke for lunch, she immediately looked up to Jason, her eyes seeking his and hoping he was impressed enough by her behavior to finally put her out of her misery. He just smiled at her, then looked away to greet one of the kids’ mothers. Jenny stood with her fist clenched in her hands, wondering if he were ever at all planning on making her come like he promised. Then she strode off toward the back of the mall without acknowledging him again.

  She could feel smoke billowing out of her ears, and she was thinking of heading for the sports section and getting herself a baseball bat.

  “Hey Jenny,” Debbie said, Jimmy standing beside her. For a moment, Jenny noticed how closely both of them stood, and how Debbie seemed to lean into her coworker. But she had too much on her mind to start worrying about her roommate’s love life.

  “Are you coming with us for lunch?”

  “No,” Jenny replied immediately. She had unfinished business to take care of. “You go ahead, I’ll catch up with you later.”

  She watched as a short look of relief crossed Debbie’s face and wanted to congratulate the both of them. Jimmy seemed like a decent guy, and her friend was long overdue for a relationship. As soon as they were out of sight, she quickly made her way to the back, where she knew Jason must have an office. Two wrong turns, and finally with the help of one of the workers, she located his door. Now that she was here, she suddenly felt butterflies dancing in her belly, and took a deep breath to calm herself down. What if he didn’t want her again, she asked herself, or what if he didn’t want her to come and she was going to get punished? She unconsciously tugged down the skirt of her outfit, then lifted her hand and knocked twice. Her hand was a little bit unsteady and didn’t hit the door right, so she knocked again, harder.

  “Come in,” his voice came from inside, and she pushed the door open and walked inside to see him sitting down just waiting for her. He had taken off the hat and hair, but was still wearing the suit. Far from looking ridiculous, he looked like a very sexy Santa. She on the other hand knew she was the poster picture of a nervous elf.

  “Took you long enough,” he finally said, and then she knew he had been waiting for her, something she could not have guessed from how casually he dismissed her.

  “I was a good girl today,” she said, looking at him with a pleading twinkle in her eyes. There was no way she could walk out of the room without him taking the edge off, even if only once. “Please,” she added, when he remained silent and just looked at her.

  “If I asked you to choose between my cock in your mouth or my mouth between your legs, which would you go for?”

  The question was so simple, the answer so obvious, and yet not as simple as that. Finally, she told him the truth as she knew it to be.

  “I don’t care about me, just that I do what you want me to do.”

  “Good girl,” he commended her. Then in a deep voice, commanded, “Strip.”

  The order startled Jenny. The windows were not transparent, and the office was at the back of the mall. But she had not locked the door behind her, and not everyone was cautious enough to knock before entering like she did. She glanced at the door, silently reminding him of this fact. His smile told her he was well aware of it.

  Nervously, she reached for the waistband of her skirt and began to take off her clothes. Her motions were jerky compared to the day before when she had done it in the privacy of her home. Jason said nothing, just watched her until she was done. Each article of clothing she took off, she folded on the chair in front of her, until she dropped the hot pink panties she had on under her outfit, leaving her naked except for a pair of sheer stockings.

  Her nerves were not enough to stop the arousal still combing through her body, and the more Jason’s gaze swept over her body, focusing on her hardened nipples and the small brush of hair just visible between her legs, the wetter she got.

  She gasped slightly when he suddenly surged to his feet and walked toward her. Grabbing her face, he kissed her hard and violently, his tongue spearing into her mouth as he ravaged her. One hand reached between her legs to tug at the small strands of hair above her clit, the stimulus enough to have her moaning into his mouth. The fabric of his suit rubbed against her sensitive nipples, and she rocked into his hand. Then he tore his mouth from hers, and Jenny cried in protest.

  “Seeing you walking up and down that mall, knowing you were wet for me was more torture than I have ever had in my life. The things I want to do to you, you can’t even begin to imagine. But this is not the time or the place, so first thing tomorrow, you are coming to my house. Then I’ll show you exactly how good I can make it for you.”

  “But tomorrow is...”

  “Christmas day? I know. Do you have any plans?”

  She shook her head. “No, no I don’t.”

  “Good,” he said, then swept her into his hands and carried her the few steps to his table. Dropping her on the suspiciously empty surface, he placed a hand on both her knees, then looked up, his nostrils flaring as the scent of her arousal hit him.

  “Look how wet you are for me, how much your pussy weeps for my touch.”

  Jenny moaned at his words, getting even wetter at the sensations they provoked in her. Then he was leaning down and finally his tongue was gliding through her cunt. Jenny came, her screams of orgasm loud enough that they would have easily been heard around the mall if Jason had not wisely covered her mouth with hand.

  She had barely settled her legs back again, when he was at her pussy once more, licking and sucking, his finger teasing the hard nub on top of it. It was all she could do not to moan out loud. His tongue flicked at her clit, even as two fingers speared into her pussy and began to glide in and out. Her ass rocked against the table, pushing into his mouth, and when she felt her orgasm approach, she let him know, in silent mews and moans. Just before she came, she felt him shove something into her mouth, and clampe
d hard on it so she would not scream like she knew she was about to. It was her damp panties. Was it the scent or taste of her arousal, or his finger and tongue? Maybe it was the combination of all of these, but when that spine-bending sensation finally engulfed Jenny, her world went dark, before exploding in a burst of fireworks that threatened to blind her. And he was there through everything, his hand teasing out every last bit of pleasure from her.

  “What do you say, now?” he asked with a teasing smile.

  “Thank you, daddy,” she said, her voice thick with satiated pleasure. “Thank you for making me come.”

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  JENNY SWALLOWED DEEPLY as she exited the limousine Jason had sent to pick her up, nodding slightly at the valet. That and the fact that she was standing in a discreetly gated mansion that clearly screamed money would have been enough to alarm her, if she had not spoken with Debbie the night before and gotten the full account of who Jason Dawson really was. Turns out the supermarket was the least of Jason’s business ventures, which was saying a lot since it was a local franchise with about five other stores in the state. He also had a vineyard, a tech development company and a million other things that Debbie had no idea of. Summary of it was that the finger that had driven her to an explosive orgasm could also cut a check for a billion dollars. That information was enough to make Jenny freak out, and she was considering pulling out of going to see him.

  Then a package had arrived that night, along with a note that warned her of the consequences of reneging on her promises. After reading the note, written in what she knew was Jason’s beautiful handwriting, she wanted to disobey that explicit order just to see if he really could do and make her do all the things he had outline in the note. In the end, she had followed the instructions in the note to the letter, almost. Luckily, Debbie had gone off to join Jimmy in celebrating the holiday, her effort to convince Jenny to do the same falling on deaf ears. Jenny did not tell her what she had planned for the day, only that she was going out, but it seemed like her friend was too excited about her budding relationship with Jimmy to notice Jenny’s evasiveness.

  So here she was now, in a knee-length overcoat and thigh-high boots, being led toward an ornate silver door with Christmas decorations hanging on it. The valet opened the door, and waved her in with a flourish of his hands, bowing his head slightly. Taking a deep breath, Jenny walked into the house and discovered it was even more impressive than the outside. A gigantic Christmas tree stood to one corner of the room, numerous Christmas gifts on it, and she wondered who they were for. The room itself was large, gigantic chandeliers with their bulbs dimmed dropped from the roof high above, providing the only lighting, and leaving the room partially dark at the corners. A spiral staircase led to the second floor of the house, and fancy artwork decorated the walls. The room décor was clearly expensive and beautiful, but Jenny could see that it lacked a feminine touch. For a brief moment, she wondered if Jason had ever been in a long-term relationship with anyone. That he had never been married before had come as a shock to her, but then, she rationalized that considering what turned him on, it was possible he had not found someone who wanted to share that kind of life with him. She stopped herself before she could ask if she would be willing to. That was one door she was not ready to open anytime soon.

  Already, she was getting impatient as she waited for him. She thought about taking her seat, but didn’t know how that would look like to him when he came in. So, she remained standing, with her hands crossed demurely in front of her.

  After five minutes of standing and doing nothing, her nerves were already on edge. She found her breathing getting heavier with every passing second, anticipation building in her gut until she wanted to scream and beg him to stop this mental torture. Then she heard footsteps descending the stairs, and she lifted her head to catch her first glimpse of him for the day. He quite simply took her breath away. The dress shirt and slacks he wore would have been considered casual. On him, they were the perfect combination of regal and relaxed. Silver studs glinted on his cuffs and she realized they matched the silver earrings that adorned her ear. These, along with the silver choker around her neck and bangles on her wrists had come with the package delivered the night before.

  Her eyes followed him down the stairs, watching him come closer and closer until he was standing so near to her she could have drowned in the scent of his cologne. It was powerful, but not overbearing. Just enough that Jenny knew it was more his proximity to her than his scent that was causing her to go lightheaded. He reached for the hair she had spent hours working on, arranging and finally holding in place with an oriental hair clip. With one flick of his wrist, he had it tumbling down her neck across her shoulders and down to her chest.

  Then he said his first words. “I thought I was very clear in my instructions.”

  His tone showed he was disappointed in her, and Jenny dropped her head down. “I couldn’t do it. I swear I wanted to, but then your chauffeur knocked at the door, and I could not stand him to see me like that.” She lifted her head, and a brazen look crossed them. “And if you liked me as much as you say you do, you wouldn’t want any man to see me that way.”

  He said nothing at first, then suddenly fisted his hand in her hair, yanking hard until she yelped in pain. “What I want is your obedience; total and complete obedience. I told you to come to me dressed like that because I wanted it. I wanted you to walk out of your house and down to the car looking like that, so that anyone who saw you would know you belong to someone else; to me. I wanted you to walk down those steps, with your head down as I knew you would, unable to see the hungry and jealous gaze in all the eyes that you passed. This is not about what you think, it is about what you are ready to do to satisfy me, and I know you want to satisfy. Don’t you, Jenny?”

  “Yes, daddy, I want to satisfy you,” she said, ashamed as a tear slipped from her eyes. She would have gone to her knees and pleaded for mercy, but his hand in her hair stopped her.

  “Take it off,” he finally ordered, letting go off her hair.

  Jenny reached for the belt that held the coat together, and pulled the knot to unravel it. The coat fell open, and a small shift of her shoulders had it falling even lower, until Jason reached out and pulled it off. The sharp intake of his breath, the flaring of his nose, the lust and appreciation in his gaze, all of this made her wish she had done as he had instructed and worn the outfit without the coat.

  She wore a cream-colored corset, made of lace and bunching at all the right places until her breasts sat on top of it, and her waist was tightly cinched beneath it. It barely covered her breasts, rising just enough to hide her nipples, and living a generous amount of her cleavage in plain view. A garter belt of the same color connected the corset to her boots, and under this she wore a lace thong.

  “You look so good, I’m thinking I should let your earlier offense slide,” he said, his hand staying by his side but his eyes dancing all over. She gave a sigh of relief, when his lips curved in a wicked smile. “But what is the fun in that?”

  She stared at him, wondering what he was going to do to her. “Kneel over there.” he pointed to the low table in the middle of the room. “And place your forehead against it.”

  She walked slowly as she did, kneeling down in front of the table and dropping her head until it was resting lightly against the table. The table was very low, and her ass was pushed high into the hair.

  Jenny heard the sound of nylon being ripped, and guessed Jason was opening one of the presents. When the sound of a whip crackled through the air, she wondered if that was what was in all the presents under the tree. A cold breeze blew across her ass, and she waited with bated breath for him to commence her punishment. It was not the first time a whip had been used on her. But Barry had a heavy hand, and she always waited for the inevitable push of his cock into her cunt that indicated the end of the whipping session. She was not expecting to get any pleasure in this either, but if it would make Jason happy with her, she
was more than ready.

  “Are you scared?” he asked, his gentle tone at contrasting with the tension in the room. She wondered how he always managed to read her so perfectly. “Don’t be; I’ll always be here for you.”

  She didn’t move, just was still, as she waited for the first lash. Then she moaned when she felt his finger stroke her cunt through the material of her panties, taking his sweet time to make sure every single cell in her pussy was up and roaring. His thumb flicked her clit to life, and the essence that spilled out from her was collected in his fingers. She heard him suck and her stomach clenched.

  “What do you want, Jenny?” he asked her, stepping close enough that he cast a faint shadow over her.

  “To please you, sir,” she answered honestly, want and desire thick in her voice.

  “Good,” he said, moving the whip across her ass. Jenny felt leather, and she also knew it had more than one tail. Still, she was unprepared when the first lash fell across her ass, creating a red welt she could not see. But she felt it, and yelped in pain, stopping herself at the last minute.

  “Don’t worry,” he said, “You have my permission to scream as loud as you want.” And as if to make sure she complied, the whip fell on the other cheek, creating a similar mark to the first. She cried out, her eyes stinging. The third stroke landed dangerously close to her clit. It had all the whip of the first two, but was not as painful and in the haze of arousal that shot up Jenny’s cunt, she realized he had pulled the whip at the last moment, stimulating rather than hurting her there. But she was not allowed to dwell on that for much longer, as the whip landed painfully just below the curve of her ass, making her cry.

  Jason went like that for a while, a couple of painful whips that had her crying out, and then his touched teased and stimulated her cunt. By the time he got to the thirtieth stroke, tears of pain and pleasure were pouring out of Jenny’s eyes. Her ass was red all over, and the inside of her thighs were wet with her juices. Her pussy was so sensitive, even the air that flowed around her was enough to make her moan and gasp.