Page 30 of Subbing For Santa

I briefly worry that he is well groomed because he is taken care of by a girlfriend or wife.

The thought makes my heart sink.

“Santa?” I ask, biting my lips in worry.

“Yes, little elf.”

“Can I please ask you a question?”

He’s quiet for a beat, and I brace myself for a new punishment, but it never comes.

“One question.” His voice is calm. Not angry, but firm.

“Are you married? Or in a relationship of some sort with another woman… or man.”

He chuckles. “Definitely no man relationship going on.”

I release a small smile.

“And no Aggie. I’m not married or in a relationship with another woman.”

I’m sure he can see how I visibly relax at hearing that news. I don’t know why I’m even affected by it at all. This is just a game we are playing. A sex game. Nothing more. I know that, yet somehow, my heart is grasping for more from this man. Which is ridiculous right? I don’t know him. How can I even consider something more with someone I don’t know and have never seen?

Again, I put my emotional rollercoaster of feelings down to it being Christmas. It’s the most obvious conclusion. It has to be. I’m not normally this needy and emotional.

Santa cleans up our lunch, and I sit back and relax, still completely naked, while I wait patiently for him to return to my side. After a few minutes, soft music meets my ears before I hear Santa’s feet on the timber floors as he returns to me on the couch.

“Time for round two, little elf.”

My heart races at his words, and when I feel his hand slip into mine, I let him tug me up to stand and lead me somewhere else. My arse falls to my bed when Santa gives me a little nudge, and he presses his hand to my chest, easing me back onto the mattress.

Just like last night, my wrists and ankles are bound as I’m spread wide for him.

“We played ‘guess the taste’ earlier. Now you need to guess what is penetrating you.”

My brows shoot high as a gasp escapes me when his words sink in, and heat instantly pools between my legs.

“I see you like the idea of that.” Santa chuckles. “It’s why you’re perfect for my games, little elf.”

I don’t have a second to respond before I feel something cold nudging at my entrance.

“Tell me what this is.”

Slowly, the object eases inside me, and I relax, welcoming it. It’s not as thick as my Santa is, but it’s long, and still cold, so it must have come from my fridge.

“Are you fucking me with food?” I ask, even as I feel arousal flutter deep inside me.

“Yes. What food is it, little elf?” He slides it slowly out and eases it back in.

“Can I have a clue?” I pant before biting my lip at how good it feels.

“No.” He growls. “Now what is it?”

“I don’t know, but it feels good.” I admit as my hips rise off the mattress to meet the thrusts. Then he pulls it free.

“Open your mouth.”

I do as I’m told before the object meets my tongue, and all I can taste is myself.

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