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Probably should clarify that before I started humping Santa…but god, he was so close to my dick.

“Yes, my human.” He seemed proud of me for having figured that out because it got me another pat. “We shall have a date. Once my scheduled performance is complete, we will expoundon our schedules. You will remain at the party until that time unless you have a pressing matter that you will presently explain.”

I was going to stay put unless I had something really important to do…got it.

“Yes, Santa. I’ll come back in here when your time as Santa is over and I won’t leave the party.” Why would I?

“Good boy, my human.” Another pat had me wanting to melt, but Santa started loosening his tentacles, so I had to find my brain. “I must entertain other humans, but do not worry, my interest lies with you.”

Santa was only going to grope me.

Deal.

“Thank you, Santa.” There was probably a list of things I was grateful for, but I could hear people coming closer, so it wasn’t the time to explain them all.

“You are welcome.” Lifting me off his lap like I weighed nothing, Santa set me on my feet. “One hour and then you will attend me, my human.”

“One hour.” Yes, I could remember that. “I’ll be back.”

Because I had a date with a Santa with wandering limbs and a big smile…and one who seemed to understand submission and domination.

But as I forced my legs to move me away from Santa and the line of my coworkers that wanted to play along, I realized I had a lot of questions.

Did Santa understand about spankings?

Did Santa understand how sexy hisyou’ll obey metone was?

Had he understood how turned on I was?

Did Santa have a name?

Had I told Santa my name?

What was our date going to look like?

How long did we have to date before he’d move those wandering limbs higher?

How far could he carry me?

Maybe a first date with a focus on food and communication wasn’t a bad idea. But there were still a lot of other bad ideas I could find on a first date with Santa.

Fingers crossed he understood dating was romantic in nature and wasn’t a confused straight guy who didn’t understand the signals he’d been sending.

Having that happen twice would just suck.

Chapter 2

Colby

“No. It was fine.” Better than fine, but telling Jim that didn’t seem like a good idea. “He’s a good Santa.”

No injuries.

No questionable alcohol consumption.

And I’d gotten a date.

“It was fine.” Jim was heading out, so keeping the date part to myself seemed like a good idea. “You head on. I’ll be fine.”

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