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“Then let’s see how long we can drag this out. But just so you know, the safe word is answering my question.”

Fuck.

He’s too damn smart for his own good.

Sinking his fingers back in, he works me over, his lips trailing over the sensitive flesh on my neck, ears, and breasts, dragging it out for what seems like hours but is probably only minutes.

“Tell me why, Aggie. Why would you let me do this to you and not someone else?”

I shake my head vigorously, my emotions building with my pleasure as my body writhes, covered in sweat and filled with frustration as I try to beat him at his own game.

“Why me?” He whispers in my ear, and I whimper and beg.

“Please, Santa.”

He chuckles. “Do you want to come, little elf?”

“Yes.”

“Are you going to be disobedient again?”

Since tomorrow is the last day of this game, I figure I can handle that part. It’s the other part I’m struggling with. The part where this ends.

“No, Santa. I’ll be good.” I rasp before begging. “Please.”

“All you have to do,” he says against my lips this time, “is tell me why you would let me do this. Say it, and I’ll let you come.”

Hot tears burst free as my punishment becomes unbearable.

“Because I only want you.”

“Atta girl,” he says before falling to his knees and replacing his thumb with his tongue.

I crash hard, like a bolt of lightning ripping through me and consuming me for a long, thrashing beat. Ripples of ecstasy hum through my body over and over, and when I finally come down from my high, my legs give out, leaving me to hang from my arms, wherever it is I am.

“This isn’t over, little elf.” Santa’s rasp is next to my ear as he leans down to me. “I’m furious at your display of disobedience. And even more angry that you refused to answer my question for so long. When I ask you something, you answer, always, with the absolute truth.” He moves away, his heat instantly vanishing. “Stand up.”

I plant my feet on the floor, forcing my trembling legs to obey. As soon as I’m standing, he releases my wrist cuffs, and I nearly fall to the floor as my legs fight to keep me upright in the awkward position from the spreader bar.

Then he leaves, his footsteps fading as he lets himself out, slamming the door without another word.

Santa

I’mfuckingfurious.Notabout her cancelling the party. That was a test. But her attitude and disobedience, combined with her lack of self-respect, has me fucking fuming.

Agatha Fiera better be fucking prepared, because if she isn’t, she may not survive our last game.

Chapter ten

Run!

Agatha

I’matwarwithmyself. On one hand, I’m still angry at Santa or whoever the fuck he is for the way he treated me last night. First, he assumed he had a right to control my sex party side hustle. Then he punished me, which, yes, I guess was called for, but then forced me to admit something I didn’t want him to know. Then he said,‘When I ask you something, you answer, always, with the absolute truth.’

What a fucking hypocrite. He knows so damn much about me and still I know jack shit about him. He expects me to tell him the truth, yet doesn’t give me anything in return.

My head is messed up about this guy. Like crazily so. I should hate him for his behaviour, yet my core clenches with need every time I think about the punishment he dealt me. Even though it was brutal, I was totally there for it, loving the experience.

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