Page 28 of Subbing For Santa

“Ok.” I say breathlessly, feeling his warm touch disappear. My ears pick up his movement in my kitchen, and my fingers twitch to tug my mask free and reveal his identity.

“Sit back and relax, little elf.” His deep rasp causes me to jump, not realising he is as close as he is.

Nodding, I relax back in the chair, dropping my shoulders to help ease the building tension inside me. My ears pick up a few sounds. It sounds like he is placing items on the surface of the table before I hear the scrape of another chair. At first, I think he must be taking a seat too, but then the press of his denim clad knee sliding between mine tells me he is still standing.

“Open your mouth.” His voice is quiet, but no less demanding, so I do as he asks. “Stick out your greedy little tongue.”

Again, I do as he commands while my heart just about breaks my rib cage, it’s beating so hard.

“Taste this and tell me what it is. Think carefully before answering, because a wrong answer will mean a punishment.”

My brows shoot up in surprise, and then I pout.

This doesn’t seem very fair, but his chuckle keeps me compliant, and I wait for him to give me a taste. The flavour of salt bursts my tastebuds to life as what I can only imagine is a potato chip is placed on my tongue. I close my lips, sucking off the salt before crunching on the chip. Enjoying the texture and flavour.

“Potato chip,” I say, licking my lips after swallowing the chip.

“Good girl. Let’s try another one.” He rasps, sounding pleased. “Open.”

Again, I open my mouth, sticking out my tongue. The moment the cool, wet, sour food is placed on my tongue, I cringe, the citrus of a lemon turning my expression into a cringe.

“Lemon,” I balk, darting my tongue out to spit it free. It falls to my lap, and Santa chuckles, low and deep and panty-meltingly hot.

“You don’t like that one, little elf?”

“Ew. No.” I shake my head, wishing I could have a drink to wash away the sourness.

Santa chuckles again. “Fair enough. Let’s try another one. Open.”

I smirk before obeying. Parting my lips and sticking out my tongue. Something cold is placed on it, and I draw it in my mouth. Running my tongue along it. It tastes familiar, so I bite down, feeling the crunch before the sweeter flavour explodes on my taste buds.

“Red capsicum.” I rasp, enjoying the flavour.

“Good girl. You’re good at this.”

I grin. “I like things in my mouth.”

“Hmmm. I bet you do.” He chuckles, and I feel his legs shifting against mine again. “Open.”

This time the unmistakable taste of mayonnaise hits me, and I swallow it down quickly. “Mayonnaise.”

“Well done. Let’s see if this one fools you.”

I can tell he wants me to slip up so he can punish me, and shit, I find myself wanting his punishment just as bad even though I may not like it, which makes no damn sense, so when I taste Coca-Cola drip into my mouth, I answer quickly, deliberately saying the wrong thing.

“Pepsi.”

He growls, and a moment later, his hands fist in the top of my dress before it’s forcefully ripped down the front. I gasp at the loud tearing sound, and the way my tits spill free as the cooling of the air conditioner pebbles my nipples.

“That was Coca-Cola, little elf. Why do I get the feeling you deliberately said the wrong thing?”

“I don’t know,” I lie, my chest rising and falling with my excitement.

“Hmmm. Do you want me to punish you, little elf? Be honest now.”

I lick my lips before answering. “Maybe.”

He growls again. “Open.”

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