Page 5 of Santa Has Tentacles

Yep, because I was the type to close down the office Christmas party.

He had every right to be confused, but before he could start asking questions he really didn’t want me to answer, we were both saved by Janet.

Three cheers for HR.

“Oh, Jim.” Her predator-like smile gave me the willies, but Jim lit up like, well, it was Christmas. “I shouldn’t ask this, but I was wondering if you would give me a ride home. I know it’s terribly—”

“Of course.” He cut off whatever fake pushback she was going to give, but she clearly didn’t mind being interrupted judging by her widening grin. “I’d be glad to take you home.”

Yep, there went another bad decision…but it wasn’t mine, so I wasn’t going to worry about it.

Mine was going to be much more fun and end much more erotically as long as I was reading Santa right.

Fingers crossed I was reading Santa right.

But I had to be patient to figure that out, so I mingled a bit more and I pretended to be a good little helper and start putting things away. When the countdown hit zero and I could stop stalking the time on my phone, I decided I’d stacked enough chairs and headed toward the conference room with my fingers and toes crossed, and with my jacket in hand, so there was nothing to slow us down.

“My human.” Santa was wearing a beaming smile and what looked like pieces of a nice suit as he stood just in the doorway. “You have arrived at the correct time. I am very proud of your prompt behavior.”

Fuck.

That was hot too.

Especially the way he ran a smaller tentacle over my head before easing it back.

Words.

Fuck.

I couldn’t just stand there looking stupid.

“Thank you, Sir.” I wasn’t sure if he’d understand the significance of the title, but he puffed up and looked pleased as fuck.

He got it.

Thank God.

The chances of him understanding dates were romantic and should end with subs getting rewards were getting better and better.

“Have you decided to continue submitting to food and communication with me, my human?” Santa’s tentacles were inches from me, but it seemed like he was waiting for consent before he went further.

Someone had explained domination to him.

Yay.

“Yes, Sir. I would like to go on a date with you or schedule when we’re going on it or whatever you were planning.” What had he been planning?

Nope.

Didn’t matter.

“Your options are to consume food with me this evening so we may continue exploring conversation now, or we will schedule a time within seven days to have ourdate.” He gave me a curious look before I could respond. “Human attention spans are…abbreviated.”

There was no way I’d forget Santa…short attention span or not.

The first thing that wanted to come out was to promise to do whatever he wanted, but if he was an actual Dom, that would not get me what I wanted. So I had to think.

That required oxygen.

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