Page 21 of Subbing For Santa

He’s here, in the flesh, with his hands on me. Touching me.

I moan and relax back into him, feeling his hard bulge at my backside as his spicy scent wraps around me. I fight the urge to disobey him and turn so I can finally see him. Instead, I keep my eyes trained on the room below.

“Santa?”

“Yes, little elf. Is your pussy still aching?” The rasp of his voice against my ear has me ready to explode.

“Yes,” I pant as my heart thrashes in wild excitement.

“How badly do you want to come?”

I moan and breathe, “So badly.”

“Lift the front of your skirt.”

Shit. I have to mentally stop myself from rushing this. I try to calm my pounding heart, taking in slower breaths. It doesn’t help, so I quickly tug up the fabric of my skirt, bunching it in my hands.

“Whatever you do,do nottake your eyes off the people below. Understand?”

I nod. “Yes.”

The speed of the toy increases deep inside me, and I whimper right before his large warm hand reaches around and glides up the front of my thigh. I jolt under the sear of his hand, but melt into him when his strong body presses firmer against my back.

His hands and fingers move torturously slowly as they sear a path higher, and as soon as his fingers brush the soaking lace of my panties, I jerk, releasing a gasping moan.

“Don’t come until I say.” He breathes against my ear. “You are a tantra specialist after all. I know you can hold on to it.”

I whimper again, but nod and he presses his fingers to my needy lace covered bud.

My breathing quickens as the thrill of this situation races my heart so fast that I fear it might explode. But I remember my tantra training and suck in slower breaths, taking control, and slowing it down as I let myself feel the pleasure.

“You smell so good.” He mumbles against my ear. “And youfeeleven better.”

I moan again as the friction of his fingers increases.

“I want to touch you.” I whimper, desperate for him.

“No, little elf. Today isn’tthatday. TodayItouchyou.”

I want to scream at his refusal, but the way he’s touching between my legs, finally making contact with me, is something I’ve been longing for in the short time we have been playing this game. I almost fear that he’s going to stop touching me at any moment and disappear.

The toy’s intensity hasn’t let up, and his friction over my clit is making it impossible to hold back what my body truly wants. He must sense this, because he brushes my blonde hair off my shoulder and presses his lips to my neck before rasping against my ear.

“Come now, beautiful.”

I crash hard, slapping my hand over my mouth to muffle any sound as I explode, the force spraying into my panties and quickly seeping through to run down my legs and drip to the floor.

“Fuck, that’s hot, Aggie.”

My legs shake and turn to jelly, which he notices, tightening his grip on me to help hold me up as I sink back against him. His erection is straining hard against my back, and I desperately want to touch it, but I’m pretty sure I don’t even know my own name right now. Moving to do anything is not a good idea.

As my hearing returns, I wonder if I was loud when I came. Did I catch anyone’s attention? I glance over the railing, but all seems to be normal in the reading room below.

“Are you alright?” he asks, and I nod, too scared to speak yet. “I need to go, little elf. Do not, I repeat, do not turn to look at me, or go in search of me. I want you to remain here for another five minutes before leaving.”

I nod even though my heart sinks a little. I don’t want him to leave. I want him to stay.

“I need to hear you acknowledge it.” He rasps quietly against my ear.

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