Page 39 of Her Secret Santa

I’ve overthought this plenty for now. It’s time to find the break room.

I still have to figure out something for lunch and finish the rest of my onboarding for the day, and I do have plans for the evening. Heidi has kept me so busy with introductions and onboarding that my mind has hardly had time to wander, but thoughts of my Elite seem to always be in the back of my mind these days. It’ll be soothing to see him tonight and have a chance to let go of all the stress of my first day.

The rest of the day after lunch flies by in a haze of paperwork and introductions. By the time I'm maneuvering the streets out of Manhattan and heading back home toward the Bronx, my head feels stuffed full to the brim. I always knew Hawthorne Enterprises was a big company, but I swear I met at least a million people today. Heidi handled all of them with ease and grace, solving paperwork issues and scheduling errors without batting an eye.

I can't imagine being as good at her job as she is.

The relief of my invitation back to Eternity is like a siren song, a promise of relaxation and a moment to breathe in the quiet of my own submission. My Elite is so good at getting me out of my head, clearing every thought from my mind and just setting me off to float in bliss.

I could definitely use that after the hectic exhaustion of today.

My apartment building is finally completely decked out in Christmas decor, lights twinkling in every window, a fake tree sitting outside the laundry room. I pay all of it little mind as I rush up the stairs toward my front door. Usually, I like to take it all in, soak in the charm of it, but tonight, I just want to be in my Elite’s arms.

I take a quick shower as soon as I get home, careful to keep my hair dry. It just takes too long to dry and style for me to bother with right now. My work clothes lay strewn across my bedroom floor carelessly as I bustle to get all dolled up in the red lingerie and glittery silver dress that was sent along with my invitation.

I'll clean them up tomorrow.

Right now, I just need to get to the club and let my Elite work all of the stress, both good and bad, out of my body.

I take a cab there, vibrating in anticipation as I go through all the steps of entering Eternity. The cool metal of the mask on my face settles me a little, as do the bracelets I stack on my arm, but I don't properly relax until the Floor Master leads me down the stairs and toward my Elite.

He's waiting for me, broad shouldered and grinning as he pulls me into his arms.

The kiss he gives me is blistering, possessive,demanding. I let him take everything he wants, drinking down the taste of lemon liqueur that coats his wicked tongue. The scent of his aftershave is crisp, the familiarity of it making my head go fuzzy.He leads me to a room wordlessly, pinning me to the door and kissing me breathless before he even punches in the code.

We tumble inside together like something out of a racy movie, all grasping hands and muffled moans. His desperation and need for me tonight seem to match my own, and feeling sowantedmakes me lightheaded.

He kicks the door shut behind us and lifts me up into his arms like I weigh nothing. I wrap my legs around his waist with a thrilled gasp, arching into his hands as he shoves my dress up to my hips.

The world blurs as he tosses me down on the bed, pinning me against the sheets with a hand around my throat. He looms between my thighs, a dark shadow above me, and I spread my legs further in a pleading invitation. I want him, all of him.

“Safeword,” he prompts, his voice rough with need.

“Red, Sir.” The words come out without me having to think about them, and I wrap my fingers around his wrist, pressing his hand more firmly against my throat. “Please, I need you. I've been thinking about this all day.”

Something in him seems to snap at that, and his fingers crush down over my carotid. My world immediately goes hazy and soft, and I melt beneath his touch. His other hand rips at the panties he bought me, tearing them down my legs and tossing them aside carelessly. I'm already soaking wet by the time he drags his fingers up over my clit, and I nearly sob in pleasure.

“Good girl,” he groans, bending to take my mouth in a quick kiss. “You don't need to think anymore. I'll take care of you.”

He gives me no time to respond before he gets to work on torturing my body. The restricted blood flow to my brain makes everything feel both sluggish and overwhelming, every slick slide of his fingers over my clit world shattering.

My dress never makes it all the way off, bunched up over my hips and shoved down my shoulders to bare my breasts to his mouth.

He lays mean bites beneath my collarbones, bruises blooming immediately. As soon as I get used to that, he switches to my nipples, teasing them relentlessly with lips and teeth and tongue. I can hardly breathe through the pleasure, and he pulls my first orgasm out of me before I even get his fingers inside me.

“That’s it, pretty girl,” he croons as I toss my head back on a wail. “Cum for me, that’s a good girl.”

I get no reprieve, no chance to catch my breath. As soon as my orgasm abates, he slides down to replace his finger with his mouth. His hands hold my thighs open as he eats at me like he's starving.

My spine arches at the pressure of his tongue, the perfect scratch of his stubble against my inner thighs.

“Sir,fuck,” I sob.

I can't stay still, thrashing against the unceasing pleasure coursing through my veins.

“We’ll get there, baby,” he promises with a chuckle.

He doesn't let up for a second, laughing smugly as he pulls another orgasm out of me with his tongue. His fingers slide into my cunt while I'm still shaking, and it's almost enough to make me cum again on its own. The taste of myself on his tongue when he leans up to kiss me again doesn't help me keep my head on straight.

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