Page 6 of Santa's Knotty Workshop

“It’s all in here.” I tapped my temple and winked again, hoping to elicit another sexy reaction. I was not disappointed.

His blush deepened, and he fidgeted. He was going to be so responsive in bed. I could hardly wait.

“Of course.” A wide smile crossed his face, and I vowed to make that happen often. “You’re Santa. You know where all these need to go?”

“I do.”

We settled into a nice routine, where Percy worked on untangling the floggers and whips from the other pieces of equipment. Each one had been carefully crafted for a specific Dom or sub who needed them—or the occasional vanilla person who wanted to walk on the wild side for a night. Some were personalized, others were basic, but they were all especially made in my naughty workshop and none of them were meant to be all tossed together the way these were.

Percy picked up an exceptionally fine flogger, turning it over carefully. The braided leather handle was large in his small hands.

“See something you like?” I let a bit of teasing enter my voice. If he looked at all uncomfortable, I’d stop, but so far, he seemed to enjoy his one-on-one time with me.

“All of your creations are nice.”

His praise was like a caress.

“Thank you. Is there something about that flogger that interests you?” It was one of those items that piqued curiosity in many. But curiosity and the desire to feel its kiss weren’t the same thing.

“No... I mean, they’re gorgeous, but I’m not sure I would like that sort of thing.”

“Oh yeah?” I asked, raising an eyebrow. “Are there other things in the workshop you might like? The ropes, perhaps, maybe the handcuffs?”

He wrinkled his nose.

“Alright, so bondage isn’t for you?”

I didn’t even care if none of the naughty toys were for him. I’d make sure to be enough for him. The toys were simply a catalyst for discussion. If he said he never wanted to try a single one, I’d be fine with that, despite my career.

“The pillows,” he said. “The special ones for the service subs. I think that’s a beautiful gift to give someone—something they can cherish and know they can be comfortable while serving their partner. The satin restraints are nice. I love satin and silk.” His face blushed deeper than a red stripe on a candy cane. The blush swept down his neck and underneath the silk pajamas he wore.

“You’re right,” I said. “A pillow is a very special gift to give someone.”

“And the plugs and the cages... those are pretty nice, too.”

I had a feeling he would not say much more than that. I tucked that information away for the future.

“So, are you excited about the big day? Or, after doing this for so long, is it not that special?”

Usually people asked me if I was ready, or how I managed to do it all. This was the first time in my memory someone asked about the big day in relation to my feelings. Percy was wonderful in so many ways.

“Christmas is always special,” I said. “I wouldn’t care if I did it every day for a century, giving gifts to people who appreciate them and will find happiness and joy in their use—that’s my favorite. That’s what I love about giving gifts. Also, not that I have many people to give to, but when I do, I like it.”

This position attracted me partly because of that. I was giving gifts to people who had historically stopped getting presents from up here. How wonderful to be able to bring back that part of Christmas magic to them.

“You have a very kind heart, Nick.”

“You do as well. That’s what makes you such a good elf.”

He beamed at my praise.

“Thank you, Santa.” He looked at me from under his lowered lashes, and I really just wanted to take him right then. This omega, this perfect little omega, was all mine, and I couldn’t wait to lay my claim.

Chapter 5

Percy

Six Days Until Christmas Eve

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