Page 39 of Subbing For Santa

As I burst through the thick scrub, out onto the grassy bank of Redfield Lake, the sound of heavy feet and snapping twigs behind me tells me he’s nearly caught up. With my eyes trained on the water, I charge forward, desperate to escape, but I don’t make it. Something heavy slams into my back and I fly forward, hitting the grassy ground hard, the wind flying from my lungs as he tackles me.

I try to scream again, but pain slices through my ribcage, the air trapped in my lungs as I fight to breathe. Clawing at the grass in front of me, I try to escape his heavy weight, but even as it lifts off me, my dress is torn from my body like it’s made of nothing but paper, and a second later my panties are gone too.

Tears stream from my eyes, blurring what I can see of the lake, which is so close ahead, as a sob finally escapes me. I try to roll over. I try to kick. I try to swing a punch backwards, but his hands are too strong, fighting off my attempts easily, overpowering me as his mostly naked, heavy weight pushes me face first into the grass.

He growls like a wild animal as he manages to get my legs spread by using his feet and weight, while one of his hands wraps around both of my wrists, trapping them at the small of my back as he presses down, pinning me in place from behind.

Then I feel him pressing his dick between my legs.

“You’re mine now, Aggie. I’m never letting you go.”

With a single thrust, he impales himself inside me, and my gasp lodges in my throat as arousal slams into me. Years of rough play, pushing the boundaries, and ignoring my fears has conditioned my body to respond this way, thinking this is a game I want to play. Even as he releases my wrists and snakes his hand under the front of my hips, the moment he presses them to my clit, my body betrays me even more.

“Let’s juice up this cunt some more, little elf. I promise it will feel good.”

His words are confusing, my body already on board with what he’s doing while my brain is screaming at me to run.

“That’s it.” He rasps, his voice as feral as a wild animal as he starts to thrust hard inside me from behind. “Give in to me, little elf. Let me claim you.”

I don’t know what comes over me, but I figure if he is having one last fill before he kills me, I may as well enjoy it. At least, that’s what my body is saying, softening to accommodate his girth, and grinding against his fingers.

“Fuck, yes.” He hisses, rising up to brace himself on one hand as he starts slamming hard into me. He forgets about my clit, but it doesn’t matter. The way he’s pressing me into the ground causes friction between my clit and the grass, and the way his dick hits the right spot so deep inside me causes an animalistic need of my own to take over.

Instead of fighting it, I accept his claiming while I fuck him right back.

His teeth latch onto my shoulder, and it’s all it takes for me to explode, my body’s reaction milking him of his orgasm too.

He roars up into the night like a possessed beast before collapsing over me again.

Our panting breaths are loud amongst the chirping crickets that have come out to enjoy the warm summer night air. As my heart starts to calm from the intensity of what we just did, it begins to pick up again, as my memory kicks in.

He was shooting at me. Or throwing something. He meant me harm.

This isn’t over.

I need to get away.

Even as I think it, his weight lifts off me and his rough hands flip me over to face him. The moonlight is better here. It beams like a spotlight down on us, and I come face to face with my Santa for the first time.

I gasp as I take him in, his face not at all familiar to me, still leaving me with a thousand questions. His hair is dark, possibly a deep brown or nearly black shade. His eyes are dark too, most likely brown. Even in this dull light, I can tell his skin is tanned naturally, probably from a Greek or Italian heritage. The stubble I felt between my legs a couple of days ago is dark, running over a chiselled jawline, and once again my body betrays me as I remember how it feels to have his face buried in between my thighs.

If this man does mean me harm, showing me his face is probably the last thing I will see before he kills me.

“Who are you?” I whisper, and he smirks, a dimple caving in below his right cheek.

He doesn’t speak, his dark eyes dropping from my face to my pebbled nipples before travelling down lower.

Then he growls. “I’m hungry.”

Before I can even fathom what he’s going on about, he shifts back to his knees before dropping his head between my legs. His tongue is searing as it licks from my arse to my clit, and my eyes widen as my brain finally kicks in.

With a hunger I’ve only recognised in myself, I watch his dark eyes remain locked on mine as he devours my pussy, eating me so thoroughly that there’s no way he’s left any traces of his cum behind.

Once again, I give in to this dominating man and I reach out, fisting my fingers into his dark hair as I grind and fuck his face. The noises that come from me are just as animalistic as the ones that came from him only minutes ago, and when my eyes fall shut as the pleasure takes over, he pulls back.

“Eyes on mine!”

My lids snap open, going wide at his command, but once they are on his, he returns to his task, devouring me completely.

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