Page 9 of Santa's Candy

“I don’t know. How should you? I mean, Santa, don’t you bring presents? Maybe don’t give me any if I’m on the naughty list. But please let me have your big package.”

“Oh, you’re getting the big package… Denying you that, would be denying me. The corner seems too cold without the heat going. But I have any idea. Turn over.”

My buttocks clenched, as I thought maybe he’d renege on the no-spanking promise, and I scrambled onto my belly, just vaguely considering my change of attitude from an hour ago.

Pax did not in fact smack my ass. Instead, he roughly pulled my wrists together at the small of my back and tied them with what felt like my lacy panties. Then he rolled me over again with myhands and arms trapped beneath me. The position made my back arch and my breasts push upward.

“Now where were we,” he said as he resettled between my splayed thighs. He lapped over my needy center, sending tremors rocking through me. I jerked against him, moaning as I squeezed my eyes shut, the pleasure curling my toes.

“Oh right,” he said. “Punishment.”

“Punishment?” I echoed in confusion. How was any of this punishment? Funishment, maybe, but not a discipline of any sort.

“That’s right. I’m going to eat up all this deliciousness while you’re helpless to do anything but let me.” He emphasized his words with another lap along my seam, pausing to nip at my clit. “And you… You’re not going to come.”

“What? I… I can’t.”

“That’s the rules, Candy Cane. Santa says so.”

Oh…Santa.I was in trouble.

Seven

Pax

Candy’s bound hands nicely propped up her hips for me while I licked up my favorite new treat. My tongue curled along her secret place, dipping in to sample her arousal closest to the source. I couldn’t contain my moan when she clenched, trying to drag me in, and the memory of that sensation on my dick almost had me spending on the sheets.

Little cries and whimpers lifted like a symphony from her lips while she writhed against me, so aroused that I had to clamp open her bent legs with my hands.

“Pax, oh… I… Oh, God,” she wailed, tossing back her head.

“Oh,who?” I rasped, lightly biting her inner thigh right above where my fingers held her open. Both my grasp and my mouth would probably leave a mark, but the way Candy jerked told me she probably wouldn’t care, though she might be a little bit uncomfortable for our road trip tomorrow. If we could even get out by then. If we couldn’t, all the better.

“Oh…oh…Santa,” she replied. “Oh, please, Santa. I don’t know if I can…stop…from…” Her pitch lifted with every word, and I knew she was close.

“I don’t think you’ve learned your lesson yet.”

“I have! I have!” she gasped. “I’ll be good. I promise. I promise, Santa.”

How on earth had I been so lucky to get this perfect woman, who matched my kinks and played along so flawlessly?

“No more holding back then, little elf.” I sucked hard on her clit, letting go of one of her legs so I could thrust two fingers inside her already clenching walls. Candy cried out, her heels digging into to the mattress and her pelvis arcing into me. I pushed her back down, pinning her there while she tumbled into her orgasm. Lifting my gaze, I watched her shake, commanded for me, bound for me, and it was the most gorgeous sight I’d ever beheld.

Power rising through me, I crawled over her body and grasped her chin, bringing her dazed stare to mine while I nocked my glans to her opening, stretching her open with the wide tip.

“You’re mine, Candy Cane. All mine. From this day until forever.” I didn’t give her a chance to respond. My hips thrust forward, lodging me within her slick, pulsing folds with one solid drive. This was home. This was where I belonged. Holding her rapt, I kept her captive, locked onto my stare while I pumped in and out of her, feeling triumphant as I claimed her and forced her to show me every ounce of vulnerability as it played across her face.

There was no hiding from me. No running from me. She was right where she needed to be, riding my cock and taking it deep like the good girl she was. As if knowing what I silently demanded, her eyes never wavered, her lids never dropping to hide her emotions from me.

“Harder,” she gasped, though I was already giving it to her in jarring drives. “Please. I need… Own me. Own me, Pax.”

She lifted her knees around my waist, meeting me thrust for thrust. I understand what she craved. The bed shook as I made sure she’d feel me in the morning. We made up for the time we’d missed and fucked as if we truly hated each other but needed the sex to live.

And I did. Candy was the breath in my lungs, and at long last, I finally had air.

I was the one who broke the stare binding us together. I needed my mouth on hers, and when she screamed, tumbling over the edge to her orgasm, I sealed my lips over her, capturing her cries, and moans and the very spirit leaving her body as she spasmed with the little death that accompanied utter bliss. My release chased immediately after, my cum bursting from me to bath her womb and mark her as mine. Mine.Mine.

As if by some strange sex magic, the lights flickered on and the heater clanked, seeming to shake to life, just as my climax waned. Candy still tremored lightly beneath me, her eyes glossy with emotion.

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