Page 10 of The Elf’s Naughty Toy

My dick erupts, ejaculating into thin air without me even having a grip on myself. I quickly grab ahold of my shaft to stop from making a mess all over her, but when I look down, I see I’m too late. My cum is all over her pretty plush mounds, and that’s when another wave of that incredibly intense feeling comes rocking through me.

“Oh my God. I’m so sorry, Brawn.” Her eyes finally flutter open, looking absolutely panicked. “I shouldn’t have asked you to come. I don’t want you to get into trouble.”

Reality brutally barrels in, reminding me that my actions are questionable. But I did not touch her. I only did as she requested. And I did not intend to make a mess of her. I still think I behaved according to the code, but this will be the very last time I can visit with her. I will not be able to come to her tomorrow night. I will have to wait until after Christmas.

“It’s okay, little dove. Our intentions were pure. I do not wish for you to worry. We did not cross a physical line, so all is well. But…” I hate the words about to come from my mouth. “I will not be able to see you again until after Christmas.”

The disappointment burns bright in her eyes, matching the feeling inside my gut, making my chest pound hard.

“Well, can you at least stay and talk to me again?”

“Of course, little dove. Just let me get us cleaned up.”

10

Millie

He snuggles back in next to me, tucking me into his huge frame, and I feel absolutely content. It feels like this is exactly where I’m supposed to be. Like everything is right in the world.

“So, why did you get banned from being one of Santa’s Earth Helpers?”

He told me that when he was younger, he was like an investigator and would study kids to find out exactly what they wanted for Christmas. But for some reason he was banned from the viewing room and has been on the naughty list ever since.

“I never quite understood why,” he says. “All I did was give the girl what she truly wanted. And the next thing I knew, Santa said I stole the Christmas spirit from an entire family.”

I’m still trying to wrap my head around the fact that Santa is real and magic truly exists. All of this sounds crazy to me, but in his world, it is very real. “What did you give her?” I feel like it would’ve had to have been a dead dog or something really bad.

“This girl asked Santa for her very own sleigh.” Yeah, that does sound like a farfetched request. Although, the year I learned about my dad’s affair, that’s exactly what I asked Santa for. I wanted to be able to see my dad whenever I wanted. He was gone all the time. Supposedly traveling for work, but come Christmas morning, I learned that wasn’t the case.

“Obviously, this was not a wish Santa could grant or else all the boys and girls would want one,” he continues. “So, I was told to study the girl and find out exactly what her heart truly desired that Christmas. After watching her for a few days, I realized that what she truly wanted was for her dad to stop traveling so much for work.”

Wow. I guess I wasn’t the only little girl in the world longing to spend more time with their father.

“I knew it was a stretch,” he continues, “but I looked to see if there was something I could give them that would allow them to spend more time together. But that’s when I discovered that her dad wasn’t traveling for work. He wasn’t in another state or another country like he’d told her he was. He was literally two blocks away.”

My shoulders tighten and I sit up on my forearm, a sick feeling creeping into my stomach as the memory floods back in.

“Mom, if Dad can’t be with us for Christmas, can we go be with him?”

Mom squeezes my hand tighter as we continue to walk down the block to our favorite diner. I found a coupon for a free slice of pie in my stocking this morning, and since Dad couldn’t be with us, Mom decided to take me to get a piece of my favorite pie for breakfast. We’re going to wait to open presents when Dad gets home, so today is going to be filled with fun treats and games, followed by a marathon of all theHome Alonemovies.

“I wish we could, sweetheart…” She reaches for the door handle of Manilla’s Diner. “But hopefully we’ll get to see himtomorrow. Just know that Daddy wanted to be here with us, but he can’t control the weather in Montana.”

Apparently, a big winter storm moved in, and all the flights were cancelled. If he’s lucky, he’ll get to come home tomorrow. But that’s still to be determined. But he told me the snow already stopped falling and he’s super optimistic that he’ll be back.

“He promised me that he’ll never travel around the holidays again after this,” Mom assures.

I step inside the diner and come to a halting stop, nearly squealing when I see my father sitting at a table. It was all just a joke. He did come home. He’s here. I rush right to him, and nearly launch myself into his arms.

“You made it! Oh my goodness, Daddy, you’re here. You guys tricked me.” I pull back from my tight squeeze and turn towards my mom. “You had me completely fooled. That was a good one.”

I expect her to be beaming with happiness, giggling along with me, but for some reason it looks like my mom has just seen a ghost. Her face has blanched white and there are tears in her eyes. She looks upset for some reason.

“Mommy,” I say, wondering what’s wrong. But then I see her eyes shift, and I look over, noticing for the first time that my dad isn’t alone. Margot, his new paralegal, is here with him. Maybe Mommy is upset that he brought her along for their special surprise. Maybe she’s worried that he’s going to be working during breakfast. But as my mother begins to speak, slowly the truth comes to light.

“I knew it,” Mom says, shaking her head. “You just couldn’t keep your claws off him.” She points her accusation at Dad’s new secretary. “I saw the look in your eyes at the holiday party. I almost followed you both out when you went to go get the‘bonus’ envelopes for the staff. I’m positive I would’ve learned the truth that night.”

I don’t understand. What truth?

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