Page 16 of Subbing For Santa

“Tantra is about energy. Building the pleasure for a full body experience.” I try to explain, and he hums for a moment.

“Does it work the same for men?”

“Kind of.” I grin. “A goal with men is to learn how to achieve orgasm without ejaculating.”

“Why the fuck would anyone want to do that?” He scoffs and I giggle, loving how casual he is with me right now. Like two friends talking.

“Well, for one, a man can struggle with achieving an erection again for a decent period of time after ejaculating. By learning how to orgasm without ejaculation, it offers the possibility of multiple orgasms.”

“Shit. Ok, then.” He truly sounds amazed.

I grin, biting my lower lip. This is a new side of Santa.

“Did you enjoy watching, Santa?” I ask, hoping he won’t be annoyed with me asking questions while he’s not acting so dominant.

“Yes. But I think I enjoy watching you come more.” He states. “Go to your laptop, little elf. Turn on your webcam.”

My brows shoot up.

“You want me to go on cam? Can’t you already see me?” My voice raises in pitch at my confusion, but the low rumble of a growl that comes through the line tells me Santa is getting annoyed.

“Little elf, when Santa gives you an order, you’d best not question it and instead do what you’re told.”

I roll my eyes.

“I saw that.” He growls, and hell, I think I like annoying him.

Sighing, I drag myself up off my couch and move to the study nook where I have my laptop and cam set up. If I’m having a slow tantric week, I do some camming to make up the rest of the money I need. I don’t particularly like it, but again, I use what I have and know to help me get by.

While I get set up, I let curiosity get the better of me, and risk asking another question.

“Santa, have we cammed before?”

“No.” He grumbles. “And the next question you ask will result in a punishment.”

FML!

I huff, still stumped as to how this guy even found me. I get that he has cameras set up, which is obviously how he knows my sex club name, but how on earth did he find me? And how did he get cameras in here in the first place? Is he an old tenant?

“I’ve just sent you a link to your email. Open it and let me see you, little elf.”

With everything he says, I have more and more questions, but unless I can be guaranteed that my punishment is going to be a good spanking, and not cutting my power again, I decide to remain quiet.

I open the link, and a few clicks later my cam is live. Santa disconnects our phone call, and his voice comes through the speakers next to my laptop instead.

“Pleasure yourself for me, my little elf.”

My brows shoot up at his command before a frown settles over my face.

I can’t see him. He hasn’t turned his camera on.

When will I get to see my Santa?

I focus on what he said, slipping out of my robe and getting comfy in the chair.

“Can you see me properly?” I ask, and he answers quickly.

“Yes.”

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