Page 5 of Santa's Little Helpers

“When I’m in a car, I drive, little squirrel.”

“But, this is my car,” she squeaked.

I bent down into a squat, bringing us eye to eye. She worried her bottom lip, running her finger over the leather of the steering wheel. “Did you just lie to me, little squirrel?”

Her eyes snapped to mine, and her head shook wildly.

“You didn’t? Well then, maybe I misunderstood you because what I thought you said was this is your car, but see I know for a fact this is one of Derek’s harem, so that would have been a lie now, wouldn’t it?” I kept my voice low and level and watched as her eyes dilated and she slid deep into her submissive mindset.

“Y-yes, Sir,” she mumbled.

“Good girl. We don’t want to start my trip off on the wrong foot now, do we?”

“N-no, Sir.”

I smiled gently, letting her off the hook just a bit. “Okay, little squirrel.” Leaning over her, I unbuckled her seat belt and offered her my hand once again. She took it automatically this time and allowed me to guide her to the passenger side, jumping in the second I had the door open.

Shaking my head in mirth, I closed her door and inhaled the brisk winter air. Yes, this trip is exactly what I need.

It was a quiet ride back to the ranch despite all my best efforts to engage Erika in a conversation. Her soft-spoken one-word answers gave me little to nothing to work with. Still, she intrigued me, and I took every possible opportunity to unapologetically take stock of her charms. Her gaze remained glued to the windshield, and I took the moment to appreciate her stunning profile. Her short black hair brushed the tops of her shoulders. I had always preferred long hair on women, but I was beginning to think my tastes were changing. Each time I had been in her presence, her hair was various lengths but always short, and no matter what length it was, I wanted to wrap my fingers around the soft tendrils as I took my fill of her mouth. Her pale-pink lips sparkled in the darkness of the car, and I imagined those pillowy lips surrounding my cock as I thrust deep into her throat, forcing her to take my length. Shaking my head, I pulled myself from my improper thoughts. The poor girl was scared to death of me, not to mention twenty years my junior, yet her aura called to me like a Siren, luring me in with her intoxicating song.

Get it together, man,I chided, turning my attention back to the road. I always enjoyed Montana in the winter. The vast difference between here and back home in California gave the actual feel of Christmas in the air, and my spirit lightened about my future role as St. Nick. Seeing the little ones light up as each received her special gift would be worth the torture of dressing up and playing the part of an overweight elf with overgrown facial hair. I considered recruiting Erika to play Santa’s Little helper, envisioning her in a green miniskirt, bending to retrieve each gift.

“God dammit!” I cursed under my breath.

Erika jumped, clutching her chest. “What happened?”

“Nothing, little squirrel, everything is fine.”

“A-are you sure?” she asked, her voice trembling.

Reaching over, I patted her knee in a pathetic attempt at calming her. As soon as my hand grazed her skin, an electric shock traveled through my body, and I snapped my gaze in her direction. Our eyes locked, and her mouth formed a tiny O in surprise. She felt it.

A horn sounded beside us, and I realized I was drifting out of my lane. Pulling my hand away, I again turned my attention back to driving.

“I’m sorry, honey. That was irresponsible of me,” I apologized with as much sincerity as possible. This girl had me so flustered, I’d almost killed us both.

A tiny giggle escaped from the passenger side, putting me at ease.

“Something funny about us almost getting into an accident?” I raised an eyebrow but did not take my eyes off the road.

“A little.”

I could hear the smile in her voice.

“You should really pay better attention when you are driving, Sir. Subbie safety 101.”

My face broke into a huge grin at hearing her give back some of the teasing I always tossed at her. “You are correct, which was why I apologized.”

Her sigh spoke volumes, and I knew exactly what she was thinking. Using this as a chance to connect with her, I poked. “Is that not good enough? Should I make it up to you another way?”

I knew the ways I wanted to make an apology, but they were strictly selfish. Her gasp made me laugh, but her quick wit came through. “Well, if I was unsafe like that, Master Derek would tan my hide.”

“As he should. Which is why it’s good to be the Dom.” I winked, taking the opportunity to turn the heat back on her. “Tell me, little squirrel, did you obey all the traffic rules on your long drive to the airport?”

Out of the corner of my eye, I watched her body slouch and clicked my tongue against my teeth. “That’s very naughty,” I continued. “Master Derek will be less than pleased.”

“A-are you going to tell him?”

“It’s not my job to confess for you, little squirrel, but you will confess. Do we understand each other?”

Her silence was all I needed to know she did indeed understand. Her guilt would have gotten to her sooner or later, and she would have told him. My hand tingled, and jealousy reared its head at the idea of my longtime friend being the one to discipline her luscious little ass instead of me. But she was not mine, nor did I have any sort of permission to deal with her dangerous behavior. The realization halted all thoughts of Erika, and silence filled the car for the remainder of our journey.

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