Page 11 of Subbing For Santa

“Of course you would think that.”

“Hell, yeah I do. We are gonna play that game.” Ben beams and Shane’s eyes widen in panic.

“There’s no fucking way I’m walking around with a toy inside me thatyouhave control over.”

“Chicken?” Ben teases and I can’t help but laugh as I address Ben.

“Why don’t you pass the power over to Shane? You wear the toy inside you and let him have the control.”

Ben’s smile drops from his face. “Not in public.” He points a stern finger at Shane, who just sits back in the seat, crossing his arms over his chest wearing a shit-eating grin.

“Fine.” Shane shrugs. “At the next party.”

Shane and Ben stare at each other silently for a few beats, like they’re having a conversation with their eyes or something, and then Ben nods.

"Deal."

I feel lighter after admitting I have a vibrator inside me. I didn’t tell them the truth, so I didn’t break the rules, but it’s nice to share a little of the excitement between me and Santa with my friends.

As the night progresses, the dinner patrons leave and the place fills with people who want extra drinks to celebrate Christmas. An old Irish pub never used to be my idea of a fun night out, but I’ve had to adapt now that I moved myself away from Fox Pines.

I leave early, not interested in dancing, my mind desperate to indulge in the memory of Santa watching me come earlier.

I only drank one glass of wine tonight, so driving back to my rental is no problem. The night is clear and balmy as I pull up to the house and see the porch light on, and I can’t hold back my grin, knowing Santa was true to his word. He’s turned my power back on, which means I can use the air conditioner.

Back inside my house, I turn some lights on, loving the sense of calm the illumination brings, and I head to my bedroom, taking my dress off as I go.

The egg-shaped device is still inside me, and I consider taking it out but realise Santa hasn’t instructed me to do so. It could be an oversight on his end, or a test to see how well I follow instructions, so I leave it in and take a shower.

The hot water on my skin is a welcome relief compared to the cold showers I had to take earlier today, but given today’s heat, I’m only able to bear it for a few minutes before needing to add more cold to the stream.

As I wash my hair, my thoughts fall to the shadowed figure in my peripheral beside my car earlier. He was right there, watching through the window.

From what I could make out, he didn’t seem like he was overweight. He wasn’t jacking off as far as I could tell, his body standing still as he watched me come undone. One might think this whole thing is a little too twisted, but fuck, it turned me on knowing he was right there.

As I soap over my tits, the familiar sensation of the toy inside me starts up again, and I bite my lower lip as I grin. It’s like he knew I was thinking about him, bringing the toy to life so I can enjoy the pleasure in the privacy of my shower where no one can see.

Leaning back against the tiles, water cascades over my body as my hips slowly gyrate in time with the pulsing inside me. I release a loud moan, revelling in the way it bounces off the tiled walls, surrounding me like a blanket of arousal, fuelling me on.

My hands press flat against the tiles as I writhe, not needing to touch myself while the toy is doing all the work.

“Yes.” I pant, enjoying the new pulsing action of the toy as it increases in speed. I arch my back as the pleasure builds, my head tipping back against the tiles, and I give in to the sensations building inside me.

I come fast and hard, my cries loud as I let down my walls and let it consume me. The toy doesn’t stop, and I consider tugging it free, but I can’t make myself end the pleasure and let it quickly do its thing again. Greedily, I add my fingers to work over my clit as I seek more from this moment, and it doesn’t take long before a scream rips from me and a stream of clear fluid bursts from between my legs.

The toy stops then, and my heaving pants are loud in the small space as I try to catch my breath. For a moment I enjoy the blissful feeling of the high I just reached, but with every high, comes a crash, and as my lonely existence creeps in again, so too does the realisation that I’m still alone right now. Santa may be playing with me, but he’s not here with me.

Feeling the burn of tears, I step under the spray, letting the water cascade over my face as I let myself cry just a little. I’m not normally so pathetic in my loneliness. It’s because of stupid Christmas. I’m sure it must be fun for those who have families to celebrate with. I just have to suck it up and deal with the next week and a bit, and then I can focus on New Year’s events that are more suited to my lifestyle.

When I eventually get out of the shower, I dry myself off and hang the towel over the rail before the loud ring of the phone startles me. I slap my hand over my heart in an attempt to stop it from leaping through my ribcage, but then I realise the incoming call is from the phone Santa gave me.

I leap forward, remembering the rules. I can’t let it ring more than three times.

“Hello.” My voice is breathy as my heart races.

“Did you enjoy your shower?”

His deep voice is so incredibly soothing, working like a drug to calm my turmoil. That is until I comprehend what he just asked.

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