Page 15 of Santa's Candy

My teeth ground because what could I say? I had promised that.

“But, yes,” she went on, peppering kisses across my face. “I want to live together. And your place is bigger—and a corner unit, too. I toured it when I was going to move into the complex, but you got it first, jerk.”

I chuckled. “I knew you’d like it. Now, it’ll be ours.” My hands slid along her tight-clad legs. “I want you, but we’re stuck here until the end of the party when the road reopens. So how difficult is it to get you out of these things?”

“Not too bad.” She shimmied around, freeing one leg, while I opened my pants and shoved them down just enough to be outof the way. I pulled her back over me, and her full skirt mostly hid the way I pushed into her. Her warm, tight grip welcomed me home with her silky embrace.

“Mmm,” I hummed. “My Candy. All mine.”

“And you’re all mine Pax Kane.”

“You’re going to be my Candy Kane for real.”

“Oh my God,” she groaned into my neck, but I wasn’t sure if it was from my words and from my hard upward thrust. Her nails dug into my shoulders through my clothes. “How did I not think of that? I change my mind.”

“No take backs.” Grasping her wrists, I brought them behind her, holding them at the small of her back while my other hand gripped her hip and guided her to ride me harder. She shuddered, always so aroused by my control.

I leaned in, my lips to the soft flesh near her ear. “You already gave yourself to me,” I whispered. “And I’m not letting you go.”

“You never did,” she groaned, rocking faster. “You never let go.”

“And I never will. I’m tying you up, all for me. I love you, my naughty little elf.”

“I love you, too.” Her back arched, her thready breathing growing agitated. “Oh…I’m… Please, Santa, I need to come.”

I growled, satisfaction rolling through me. She was mine and looking to me for her ultimate pleasure, accepting the control I couldn’t contain when we had sex. This was us, dominant and submissive, even if we didn’t put formal labels on it, even if wemight not delve too far into the kink. I owned her pleasure and I took care of her. Me. Only me.

Intent, I pulled her off my lap. Before she could do more than whine her displeasure, I flipped her to bend over the seat where I’d found her, then pushed back inside her, one hand on the small of her back. The other smacked her delectable ass.

Candy cried out into the cushion beneath her, muffling the sound from anyone who might have ventured inside from the party. The scenario reminded me of the coat room at my sister’s wedding, only this time, I no longer worried my sweet Candy would escape into the crowd and leave me behind. Again.

Now, I had my woman, and she was clinging to me as tightly as I would to her. There would be no more running. This time, we would have our happy ever after.

Epilogue

Candace Kane

Three Years Later

“Hey, Santa, you ready to hit the road?” I asked my husband after I’d escorted away the last child who’d visited the mall’s Christmas village. I returned to where my husband sat in Santa’s big comfy chair, decked out in his white beard and very padded red velvet suit.

Of course, we still taught at the elementary school, but we’d continued to work the mall gig for the holidays. It was more out of tradition for us than anything else, but I thought this might be the last time. The extra income for holiday shopping wasn’t a downside, but it always rushed us on Christmas Eve, delaying our trip back in our hometown.

Pax pulled me onto his lap. “Come sit on Santa’s lap first and tell me if you were a good girl this year.”

“People can see,” I hissed, half-heartedly pushing against his chest.

“Who cares?” He raised an eyebrow at me, though I could barely see it shrouded behind his white wig and red hat.

“Uh, management?” I offered.

“Eh, fuck ‘em.”

“Santa!” I exclaimed both to the curse and his hand sliding up my leg clad in green and white striped tights. His palm headed for the edge of my short green velvet skirt, ready to sneak under the white fake fur trim.

“Have you been a good girl?” he asked, clamping his fingers on my thigh.

“I think you’d have to ask my husband that. He hasn’t spanked me too many times this year.” My core clenched at that confession and his resulting leer. Since he’d freed up the kinky girl I’d kept bound tight inside me, I’d quite enjoyed the things we did together. I loved when he held me down, tied me up or engaged in a little bit of rough and demanding sex. Or seduced me with gentle but equally commanding lovemaking.

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