Page 35 of Subbing For Santa

My bottom lip trembles, and I suck in a deep breath as I try to get my emotions under control.

“Shit.” He murmurs quietly, his hands moving to my wrist to undo the cuff.

“No.” I blurt and his hands still. “Don’t undo it. Don’t stop.”

I feel his hand fall away, and for a long beat, everything is quiet. Then, his warm fingers wipe over my cheeks, and I realise a tear must have escaped past the mask.

“Are you scared of me, little elf?”

I don’t answer him.

“You should be.” He whispers impossibly close to me. “You’re right with what you said earlier. You don’t know me. I could be anyone. So why would you let me do this to you? Why don’t you want me to stop?”

“We need to finish the game.” I whisper, hoping it’s enough.

“You realise tonight’s game is punishing you for being a brat, right?” He deadpans.

“Yes.” I nod, and his fingers grip my chin roughly.

“You’re at my mercy right now. I could doanythingto you, and you wouldn’t be able to stop me.”

“Y-yes. I know.” Fuck, why won’t my body stop trembling?

“Why would you let me do that?” He growls, and I’d shrug if my arms weren’t tied above my head.

“I-I don’t know.”

He shoves my chin away, and a moment later his hand slaps my right arse cheek hard. I cry out, feeling the sting of his palm before I feel him move in front of me again, his hands coming up to caress my tits.

“Youdon’tknow why you would let a complete stranger have their way with you?” His teeth sink into my nipple, just hard enough to cause a bite of pain, but also a ton of pleasure.

“No.” I cry out, the tremble in my voice disappearing as lust begins to consume me.

“What if I call a friend to join us? Another person youdon’tknow. Would you like that?”

My heart stutters at the thought, and I shake my head. “No.”

“Why? You let multiple guys fuck you at the parties you go to. Girls too. Why wouldn’t you like it if I invited someone to join us?”

I shake my head, knowing the answer, but not wanting to admit to it.

He runs his hands down over the curve of my hips before searing a path to my weeping core, where he begins to circle my clit.

“Why, Agatha?”

Again, I shake my head, and he hisses before sinking three fingers deep inside me while this thumb plays my clit like the strings of an instrument. His curling digits work at the sacred spot inside me, building pleasure quickly in combination with his thumb, sending a flush of heat over my skin. Then he stops, pulling his hand away.

“Why, little elf?”

When I clamp my mouth shut, the bite of cold fluid jars me as it’s poured over my chest. Then he inserts his fingers again and fucks me with them, slow and soft, curling and stretching, building me back up until I’m sure I’m going to explode.

That’s when he backs off.

I grin as I realise what he’s doing. “I’m the queen of edging, Santa.” I pant and he clucks.

“Is that so?”

“Yes.” I nod.

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