Page 8 of Santa's Candy

“Yeah,” I breathed, my whole body melting with relief and pleasure. Anticipation simmered through me, warming and softening and readying for him. And for the first time, I didn’t have to battle away that nasty inner hag heckling me for being weak. I actually felt strong as I peered up at him and gave him the power to bring me pleasure. “Yeah, exactly like this.”

Six

Candace

I pulled my hands down so our fingers could link while I gazed up at him and offered my trust. I wasn’t foolish enough to think my past issues had evaporated with one conversation. I’d have to fight this battle again. But I decided right then and there, I wouldn’t run away from Pax. I wouldn’t push him away, either.

“Be patient with me,” I pleaded.

“Always, but you have to know, baby girl, if you run, I’m sticking to what I said. I’m done letting that happen. I will chase you. If we have to put that into the negotiation, to establish it as an expected response…there it is. Do you understand?”

I swallowed, the question at the end filled with so much authority, it immediately plunged me back into the turbulent waters that would careen me into one of the soul-destroying orgasms only he could give me. Due to my own actions in the past, I’d always been left alone to remake myself. I wondered what would happen if I put myself in his care from now on.

My fingers flexed where they were laced with his. “I understand.”

“Good.” He leaned in for a kiss, easy, slow, and I was afraid he meant to be gentle with me, that the wildness was in the past. Then his lips met mine and it was anything but gentleas he plundered my mouth, exploring hungrily and devouring every taste. I arched under him, trying to get closer and already struggling with the hold on my hands that kept me captive. Struggling yet so completely turned on that I felt myself turning to liquid for him.

His cock was thick against my thigh while we moved together, and I wanted him to plunge into me, to fill me up. When I was with him, I realized how empty I’d been without him. Was that what it was to have a soul mate, to have another half, and I’d been pushing him away, over and over?

I wiggled to get him closer to my center, but he wasn’t cooperating.

“No topping from the bottom, baby,” he told me, kneeling up over me. He looked like a god in the diffused light from the cell phone light that was somewhere nearby, but I couldn’t say where it was. I didn’t care. I was more taken by the shadows and dips and peaks of his torso.

I reached for him since he’d released my hands, but he shook his head, looking toward the wall. “No real headboard. Fold your arms behind your head, under the pillow. No touching while I get busy.”

Busy…?

He started kissing down my body, apparently trusting I’d do exactly what he’d commanded. And of course, I did. I trembled as he lingered at my breasts, lavishing attention on one taut nipple and then the other, heating them with his mouth, getting them all wet then abandoning one for its sister. The knots chilled in the room’s cool air, getting achier and tighter until Icould barely keep myself from attending to the problem myself. I wondered what he’d do if I disobeyed and moved my hands.

The thought had barely crossed my mind when he pinched one chilled nipple and chuckled around the other that was in his mouth. “We might need to get some cuffs. What do you think about that?”

“Um…” I liked the idea. It triggered crazy flutters in my middle, and I wanted to demand he go get them right now. In a blizzard. Late, late on Christmas eve. “We could try them.”

“Good,” he murmured, kissing down my belly toward the place I wanted him most. “Because I think I’m going to want to tie you up and have my way with this pretty little pussy for as long as I want.”

“Oh, God,” I breathed, images of the scene floating through my mind’s eye like a graphic movie. “You’re like everything I ever wanted from Santa, but didn’t know enough to ask for.”

“I am Santa, remember? Santa knows all. Ho, ho, ho.” His thumbs parted me, his shoulders pushing my thighs wide. I shuddered from the cold on my heated folds, but then his warm breath bathed over the wetness to inflame me. “And you, little elf, are my sweet Candy Cane. I’m gonna eat you all up, until you’re screaming for mercy.”

“Oh, God…”

“Uh-uh. That’sOh, Santa,” he corrected. My cry pierced the air as his tongue lapped over me, and my hips bucked into him. My hand flew free of the makeshift bondage of being under my pillow and I grabbed for his hair.

I moaned when he pulled away.

“You…” he growled, climbing off the bed, “are a bad, bad girl. You know what bad little girls get from Santa?”

“Coal?” I squeaked.

“No, Candy Cane, they get punished.”

“Punished,” I echoed, but I wasn’t at all afraid. My teeth sank into my lip while I watched him bend to get something from beside the bed. “Punished how?”

“We’ve already established no spankings tonight—”

“Did we?” I asked.

“We did. So how, oh how, should I handle this?” Eyes boring into me, he studied me with his hands on his hips and his long, thick cock jutting toward me. The stare was enough to make me squirm, and I widened my legs to invite him back.

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