Page 4 of He Sees You When You're Sleeping

I wonder what she’ll look like when she wakes up in a few hours, confused, and a little scared. But I know she’ll be excited. I know that little pussy will be weeping, begging to be stretched and pumped full of cum.

But I’m getting ahead of myself.

I take a deep breath, wishing for the blood to flow away from my cock for once. Of course, it doesn’t. It all stays there, keeping me hard and ready.

“I don’t feel—” Her words come out slurred together, her eyes drooping slightly. There’s a brief moment of panic, her cheeks flushing rosy, then her body relaxes. She doesn’t quite pass out, not yet. “Santa?”

“It’s okay, little elf,” I tell her. I reach out, running my finger over her smooth cheek. “Just give in. Let it happen.”

Her mouth opens like she wants to say something else, but nothing comes out. Another smile curves my lips as I scoot to the edge of the bench seat. My head tilts to the side as her knees buckle. She nearly falls, but I catch her under the arms, dragging her to me and settling her on my lap.

“Have you been a good girl this year?” I laugh, forcing her legs apart so she’s straddling my thigh. “Show Santa how good you’ve been.” I grip her hips, pulling her back and forth. A small, breathy whine leaves her, and her head falls back against my shoulder. Her glassy eyes lift to meet mine, and I press a gentle kiss to her forehead. “Doesn’t that feel good, little elf?”

I lift her skirt and slip my fingers into her green tights. Her breath catches, and she weakly reaches for my wrist. “What?—”

“Tell me you want me to touch you,” I say, pressing my lips against her ear. “Tell Santa your wish is to have his fingers inside you.”

I move my hand lower, stroking my fingers over the smoothness of her pubic bone. Her breathing is harsh and shallow, but her gaze stays on mine. “All I want for Christmas is you, Santa.”

Her words are barely out of her mouth before I move lower, finding her cunt already slick with her arousal. I hum low in my throat, the sound guttural, like an animal growling. Goosebumps ripple over her arms, and I take a moment to allow myself toinhale her sweet scent, the muskiness of her pussy mixing with it.

“I’m going to fucking destroy your cunt tonight,” I tell her. It’s not like she can change her mind or run away—the drugs have already worked their magic. “I’m going to stretch you, and fuck you, and fill you up until you’re drowning in my cum.”

She whimpers, and the sound goes straight to my cock. Her clit is swollen and hard as I work it with my fingers. Slowly, I slide them lower, finding her entrance soaking wet, just like I knew it would be.

I press two fingers in, groaning at the feel of her body stretching to accommodate me. “You’re so tight,” I murmur. “I need to stretch you out before I fuck you. Otherwise, I might hurt you. And we don’t want that, do we?”

Another whimper from her, and I smile.

“Oh, you would like that?” I ask, slamming my fingers all the way in. I know if she wasn’t drugged right now, she’d scream. “You want the pain, don’t you? You crave it. You need it. I’ve seen the way Robbie hits you, the way he chokes you.” I drag my nose along her throat, inhaling deeply. “I’ll do all of that, too, but better. I’ll ruin every other man for you, little elf. And when I’m done with you tonight, when you’re nothing but a mess of tears, cum, and running mascara, you’ll thank me for every depraved thing I’ve done to you.” I move my lips to her ear. “And the best part? You’ll beg me for more.”

When I pull away, her eyes are shut, and her mouth is slightly open. Her pussy contracts around my fingers as I slide them out, wiping her wetness off on her elf skirt. I only have an hour before she wakes, so I need to hurry and get everything ready.

My pretty little elf has no idea what’s in store for her tonight.

noelle

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Ifeel a breeze first, a barely-there rush of air over exposed skin. The first thought I have is that I’ve fallen asleep naked again. It wouldn’t be the first time that had happened after an intense solo session, but then I taste the lingering sweetness on my tongue, and something nags at the back of my mind.

What happened?

My mind whirls as I try to cling to a memory, but they’re all rushing by too quickly to latch onto. I remember washing my shirt in the sink earlier, then I came to Santa’s Village for my bag.

Oh my god. Santa’s Village! Everything comes rushing back like a tidal wave, and my eyes fly open, but all that greets me is darkness.

My eyelashes press against the silky fabric blindfolding me. Thankfully, light peeks in around the edges. I strain to hear, but there’s nothing. No one. Not a whisper of breath, a creak of footsteps, a groan of furniture.

I try to move, but something digs into my wrists. That’s when I notice bindings around my ankles and wrists, and the breeze suddenly makes more sense. My legs are spread apart, my feetresting against something hard, and my arms are extended on either side of me. The cool air pricks my nipples and teases my bare pussy, and I can’t help the wetness I feel gathering there.

God, I wish I was normal.

Instead, I’m getting wet at the idea of being drugged, stripped, and bound.

“Hello?” My voice comes out hoarse from disuse. How much time has passed? The thought of being exposed for however long makes me lift my hips into the air, silently searching for my captor.

It’s sick and fucked up, and I know I should be scared, yet a part of me doesn’t fully believe this is even happening. A part of me, the irrational part, thinks this is a dream. I’ve had wet dreams like this before—tied up and helpless and at the mercy of whoever stole me away in the dead of night.

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