Page 2 of Unwrap Me

Santa Claus, is that you?

Does Mrs. Claus know you’re on a kinky dating app?

I chuckle at my own joke, poking fun at how the red of his suit and the gray of his beard resemble the old man who floats down chimneys to deliver presents each year.

He responds almost immediately.

Chris

Is that your opening line? Comparing me to St. Nick? Try again.

Heat sizzles in my core.Try again?So demanding…

Noelle

I’m sorry, Father Christmas. Did I offend you?

Once again, a smile tugs at the corner of my lips as I watch the three dots dance in the bottom corner of my screen and wait for his reply.

Chris

Oh, so you’re a brat, hmm?

A brat. That word again…the app gives you a questionnaire to complete before you can even begin to browse profiles. Mine came back with a high score next to brat. I’d never practiced BDSM, only read about it online, but I can’t deny that the quiz might be just a pinch right about its application of the brat label on me.

Noelle

Oh no, don’t be mad Santa!

I promise I’ve been good this year!

Chris

I’m pretty sure I saw your name on the naughty list.

Why don’t you start being a good girl and tell me what your dirtiest fantasy is?

My dirtiest fantasy.I skipped that question when setting up my profile. Lots of ideas swarm through my head when my vibrator is attached to my clit, but actually writing any of those down? I cringe at the thought. Even worse is admitting them to the guy I’ve only shared a few sassy messages with.

Noelle

I’ll only tell if I get to sit on your lap.

I grin at my response, finding myself quite funny. But Chris ignores it, moving on instead.

Chris

Shouldn’t you be with a boy your own age?

Noelle

I don’t want a boy my own age.

I need a man who knows how to fuck me.

Chris

You need someone who knows what they’re doing. Who can handle that attitude of yours.

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