Page 19 of Her Secret Santa

I slip my shoes off at the door, walking around Clara to take a seat on the edge of the bed.

“Come here, princess.”

Her breath hitches in her chest, but she doesn’t hesitate to obey. She folds down to her knees between my thighs without instruction.

Negotiations are going to be agonizing at this rate.

“Look at you, pretty little thing. Give me your arm.” She lifts her arm and lets me take it so I can twist the bracelets aroundand get a good look. Christ, I’m going to have so much fun with her. “Let’s go through these.”

I know what the colors mean, of course, but I have a hunch that she’s going to blush like a fire truck hearing it all out loud.

She doesn’t disappoint, immediately flushing red and moving to pull her arm back. I tighten my grip on her wrist, refusing to let her go.

“Let’s start here,” I say, sliding my thumb over the pink strip of leather. “Submission. You’re already proving yourself there.”

She takes a steadying breath, her lips twitching into a smile that she can’t seem to fight back. Her nerves are obvious in the way she looks at me, but she’s leaning into every touch.

“Thank you, Sir,” she says.

“Good girl. Praise is easy, as long as you earn it,” I say, thumbing the lavender band. “You’re going to be good for me, right?”

She nods emphatically, looking up with those sweet, almost painfully genuine eyes.

“Yes, Sir,” she promises.

“If not…” I let the threat hang as I pluck at the crimson bracelet—discipline.“Don’t have the space to hunt you down,” I continue with a quick tap to the forest green bracelet, “but you won’t be able to run away from me tonight.”

I trace over the remaining bracelets, my mind whirling with desire.

“Are you going to tie me up, Sir?”

I lean down with a grin, close enough to feel her shaky breaths puff out against my lips. She smells like vanilla and spice, the same perfume she wears at the mall. She’s got so much spunk to her at work, it’s almost hard to reconcile this sweet little thing with the girl who has no problem mouthing off to me even dressed in a ridiculous elf costume. Her attitude when we’re at the mall gets on my nerves to no end, but I can’t denythat she caught my eye from the moment I walked in. Maybe it’s because I want to put her in her place, or maybe it’s just because she’s so completely unaware of just how fucking stunning she is that it makes me want to leave her shivering and begging for more.

“I’m going to cuff your hands behind your back and make you take every inch of my cock,” I tell her. “I'm going to spank that pretty little ass red so I can feel you clench around me, and I'm going to make you cum until you can’t think. How’s that sound, pretty girl?”

Her eyes go glassy with lust and she nods her head feverishly, leaning forward, attempting to steal a kiss.

“What do we say?” I ask, stopping Clara with a hand in her hair.

“Yes, Sir.” She groans at the tug on her hair, lashes fluttering in pleasure. “Please, Sir, I want it.”

“There you go,” I say with a grin. “Good girls get what they ask for.”

She whines when I pull my hands away and lean back.

“Stand. Take that pretty dress off for me.”

It doesn't hide much, but I want to see every inch of creamy, flawless skin. I want to cover her in marks. She doesn't make eye contact with me as she strips, which is cute. She won't have enough brain cells to be shy by the time I'm through with her.

Her body is even more perfect bare, all soft skin and slight curves that make me want to toss her around like a ragdoll. She’s dotted with freckles down to her shoulders, a cute little mole sitting just above her hip. Her skin is so fair that she blushes all the way down to her chest, and I want to see just how red I can get her.

I beckon her closer, standing as she closes the distance between us. Her heels make her a little taller, but I still have to bend to take her mouth. She tastes like the same whiskey I wassipping earlier and lip gloss, and she melts against me instantly. I can’t wait to see how she reacts when I really get her going.

She offers no resistance as I spin her around, letting me push her down onto the mattress with a soft sound of surprise.

She looks edible.

“Are you on the pill?” I ask, raking my eyes over her body.

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