Page 35 of Santa Daddy, I'm Not the One

“Yeah?” Nils placed his hands around my waist. “Are you saying you want to be my doll?”

“Yes, please.”

He glanced around the room. “Right here? Right now?”

I swallowed and nodded, the heat from his gaze making my heart pound. I could barely breathe, but this had nothing at all to do with my illness from the last time. It was all him, stealing my breath and making me ache.

“Just so we’re clear.” He pressed his lips to mine. I made to kiss him back, but he withdrew. “As a doll, you don’t move. You may moan, but otherwise, you lie there on the table and let me do to you whatever I want.”

I’d never played this game, but it sounded exciting. “Yes.”

“Good doll.”

He kissed me again and fed me his tongue. I moaned and he stopped me again when I tried to kiss him.

“If you react any other way, I’ll immediately stop. Do you get that, Landon? This is for my pleasure. I will spread your body open to cater to me and make me come. You lie there like an object and let me fuck you.”

“Okay, Daddy.”

“Good, boy. Let me help you out of your clothes.”

Nils set me on my feet and discarded my clothes quickly. His joined mine on the floor. He cleared off the desk, pushing everything aside.

“I’m going to use your pretty little mouth first.” He gripped my cheek. I swallowed hard. “On your knees.”

He helped me to kneel on his shirt to protect my knees against the rough floor. He squeezed my jaw until he had my lips open, then fed me his cock.

“No sucking,” he said. “Just keep your lips wrapped around my cock, just like that.”

He slipped a hand into my hair, gripping the strands and working his cock into my mouth. He thrust slowly, each movement sending shivers through me, every inch of his hardness brushing against my tongue and filling my mouth. Icould only stay there, kneeling beneath him, taking everything he served.

I was his doll. An object waiting to be played with, explored and loved by its master.

Nils wasn’t always gentle. As his arousal heightened, his thrusts turned rough, and he forced his way down my throat, making me gag. His breathing grew shallow, and I felt the passion in his frantic movements. Tears filled my eyes and spilled down my cheeks, but my nipples tightened, and my cock pulsed with arousal as he continued his relentless thrusting.

Oh God, I never expected being used like an object could feel so good.

A groan echoed through the workshop as Nils pulled out of my mouth. “That’s a good little doll.” He patted my cheek with a slightly trembling hand. I breathed deeply, trying to make up for the lack of air.

Nils gripped me beneath the arms and hoisted me onto the table gently. He applied soft kisses to my legs, moving upward at a tortoise pace that left me shivering in anticipation by the time he raised my legs and licked between my cheeks.

I was dying to scream, to cry out, and to beg him for more, but I was just a doll with no will of my own, so I bit the insides of my cheeks and only allowed myself a whimper.

Nils glanced up at me, his eyes dark. “I forgot to mention… dolls can’t close their legs on their own.” His voice was a growl, one that sent shivers down my spine. He spread my legs wider, revealing my most private part to him. He appreciated what he saw with a low guttural groan.

And then his tongue was there again, delving into me with a sort of desperate hunger that made me want to writhe in ecstasy. But I couldn’t move. The sensation became unbearable, the heat radiating through my whole body, but I could only clenchmy fists around the edge of the table while he continued his ministrations.

As if he felt I was going to blow, he stopped his torture. My chest rose and fell rapidly, my heart pounding against my ribcage. Nils rose and moved back to his worktable, leaving me panting and bare on the makeshift bed. He returned with a bottle of oil in his hand.

“You’re going to glisten like a shiny brand-new doll.” He uncapped the bottle and poured the oil into his palms. He spread it over his hands, then moved over to me and glided his hands effortlessly down my chest, circling my nipples, which were still hard from arousal. The sensation was overwhelming, but I bit back a moan and obeyed his rules.

His hands traveled lower, spreading oil over my stomach and down to my throbbing cock. As he wrapped a hand around me, I gasped but didn’t move. My eyes fluttered shut, and I whimpered as he repeated the action with his other hand, leaving every part of me coated in a slick sheen.

He moved away again, and I might have passed out for a few minutes. When his fingertips slid inside my hole, I opened my eyes again. Nils brandished a small dildo—one I’d seen in his bag in his room. Had I really passed out with need before? I hadn’t heard him leave the room. Next to me on the table was an even bigger one.

“Gotta work that ass loose,” he said. “Your hole should never be empty when you’re my doll.”

He positioned the dildo at my entrance. A shiver ran through me, anticipation building at what was about to come.

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