Page 3 of Santa Has Tentacles

Mostly.

There certainly weren’t any sexual shenanigans lately I needed to apologize for, so I decided my dry spell had been going on long enough to declare me good.

“I am very glad to hear that, little one. What can Santa provide to you for being well-behaved?” He paused and patted my back. “What would you like from Santa?”

Oh, that was a terrible question to ask a sub with what was quickly turning into a tentacle kink.

The only things that popped into my mind for several long seconds were from the scenes I’d just read, but I managed toswallow those inappropriate answers back and remember to ask for my slightly less inappropriate one. “A date, Santa. I haven’t met any men lately that appreciate me and I would like a man for Christmas.”

This had been a spectacularly bad idea…but at least I was at the end of the line?

His limbs pulsed around me.

Fuck.

How had he made me even harder?

I really should’ve worn looser pants…or tighter underwear.

Better decisions definitely should’ve been made on several fronts.

A few of the smaller tentacles pulsed and tightened around me again, but I was betting that no one could tell from the way his larger ones were arranged. I really hoped no one could tell if they walked in and surprised us, because it made me moan and I was more focused on hiding that than I was in hiding Santa’s happy tentacles.

Santa’s smile got wider. “Submissive humans are delightful.”

So they really knew about BDSM?

There was something else I should’ve said but one of his tentacles inched higher on my thigh and he turned off my brain.

Santa didn’t mind, though.

He looked very pleased with how the situation was turning out. “Good boy. Yes, you are a very good boy and should be rewarded.”

For moaning?

For encouraging him to feel me up?

For being honest?

“Thank you, Santa.” I moaned out the words, but it just made Santa happier. “I…I’m a sub.”

Another thing I shouldn’t have said at work, but I couldn’t find enough common sense to care.

“Yes. I am aware based on your physical responses.” A smaller limb came up and patted my head. “However, I approve of your clear communication, so thank you. Humans do not always excel in communication.”

Understatement of the year right there.

“You’re welcome, Santa.” I was still brain-dead and just stared stupidly at him. “I like communicating.”

Somehow that came out dumber than I’d expected, but Santa patted my back approvingly. “Then I will expect a clear answer to my question, submissive human. Would you like to be taken out for food and additional communication?”

Food and communication?

Oh.

A date.

“Yes, Santa. Thank you.” Santa really knew how to fulfill Christmas wishes. “A date, right?”

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