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I couldn’t decide if I wanted to giggle or moan as Master started rocking the chair so he could tongue kiss me. “Sir… that’s…”

So good.

“It… it was a good surprise, though.” Very good. “You… you looked so sexy, Sir.”

Best Santa ever.

Even Conner had said so, but I wasn’t sure I should tell Master that Conner had been drooling over his ass.

“I liked looking sexy for my naughty elf.” Master nibbled on my other cheek as he spread his fingers wide on my hips so he could almost caress my dick. Somehow it was almost as good as actually touching my cock and it sent sparks through me. “My cheeky elf who called me old.”

I wasn’t going to laugh.

No. I was his good boy.

But then he creaked.

He just kept getting naughtier because as I laughed, he rocked me back against him again and his tongue was very wicked… and it felt very long.

And as I moaned and shivered, he made a pleased sound and kissed me deeper until it felt like he was going to make me explode.

The way he was kneading my cheeks just made it worse or better or something.

My spanking had been so good and made me so achy even before he’d turned my emotions inside out. Now all I felt was the wonderful tenderness and the little sparks of pain that fired through me every time he squeezed my cheeks.

Kisses.

Nibbles.

Sparks.

The motion of the chair had pleasure and subspace sneaking up on me, and right as the fuzzy-brain feeling was ready to suck me under, Master spanked me one more time and my orgasm crashed over me. The first wave drowned me in pleasure, but it just kept coming as his hands stroked over me and his mouth teased me.

When I finally collapsed against the back of the chair, he chuckled and gave me one last kiss. “I love getting to reward my sexy elf.”

Me too.

“Do you think Conner will let us keep the costumes?” I hadn’t gotten to sit on Santa’s lap yet. “I need to tell Santa I was a good boy.”

Rhett sat beside me on the chair, pulling me into his arms as he did his best to avoid my mess. “You want to sit on Santa’s lap and tell him how good you’ve been.”

He should’ve looked silly saying that but he looked wonderfully serious and understanding when I nodded. “Then that’s what we’re going to do.”

Rhett was always so confident and somehow it was sexy and scary at the same time. He walked through life knowing he could do anything, and when we’d started dating, he’d decided I could do anything too.

Yeah, happy Doms were kind of scary… especially when they loved their subs lots and lots.

Chapter Three

Rhett

The drama queen had grinned a bit too maniacally when he’d said we could have the costumes, but I wasn’t going to question his imagination or our good fortune.

Especially when Stirling was bouncing between ecstatically horny and so exhausted he was falling asleep every time he sat down.

“I need… You were…” Pausing as we walked in the front door, Stirling blinked and looked down at his clothes. “I need to put my costume back on. I was going to be a good helper and blow my Santa.”

That was a fantasy I could support… once he was more awake.

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