Page 77 of Subbing For Santa

Hurrying out of my bathroom, I rush through my house to the back end and into the laundry, quietly closing the internal door just as his heavy feet pound up the steps at my front door.

My heart leaps in my chest with the thrill of what I’m doing, and I quickly and quietly open the back laundry door right before I hear the front door click open.

“Where are you, little elf?” Griffin’s voice is a deep rasp, filled with determination.

I slip out through the back laundry door and close it as quietly as I can before I run. I dart past the clothesline and through the scrub towards Griffin’s house as his heavy feet pound through my rental in search of me.

By the time my feet carry me past his car, his voice bellows from outside my rental.

“Agatha!”

The fierceness in his tone causes me to jump in fright and a squeal escapes me, giving away my location.

He chuckles loudly. “You’d better run fast, woman! I’m going to fucking punish you when I get my hands on you!”

I grin even as I squeak, in fear that he’s going to catch me too soon.

Griffin’s front door is up ahead, and I push my legs harder as I climb the steps two at a time but instead of trying the door, I dart along the path that leads to the waterfront and round the corner, the long rectangular pool coming into view.

I’m hoping to put the pool between me and Griffin, but I’m not fast enough, and strong arms wrap around my waist, catapulting us into the cold water with a splash. Griffin’s grip on me doesn’t ease up while we are under the water, and he pushes us to the surface, both of us gasping for air.

“When are you going to learn that I’ll always catch you, little elf? You can’t run from me.” He nips at my ear as we wrestle, and before I know what’s happening, he’s turned me to face him, with my wrists pinned behind my back.

“But running from you is fun.” I grin with satisfaction, and he growls, baring his teeth.

“Yes, it fucking is, especially the part where I catch you and punish you.”

Using his other hand, he fists my hair and tugs my head back before slamming his lips into mine. His tongue forces my lips apart and he invades my mouth in the best way, my body igniting with heat even though I’m immersed in cold water. The moment I moan, he breaks the kiss.

“Where’s the key?”

I smirk, my head still pulled back by his grip. “Somewhere safe.”

“Do I have to drag you back to your house and punish you until you show me where you hid it?” He hisses and my smirk grows wider.

“No need to drag me back there. You can punish me right here.” I urge, loving the feel of his heated body against mine and the cold silk of my nightgown clinging to my skin.

Griffin’s face contorts into a grin as he studies my expression. “What aren’t you telling me, little elf?”

I grin wickedly. “I have the key right now, Santa. You just need to find it.”

His dark eyes drop from my face to my cleavage, and he chuckles. “Oh, you have been a naughty elf.” He releases my wrists but not my hair as he wades through the water to the edge of the pool. “You are fucking perfect for me, little elf. I’m never letting you go.”

Before I can respond, he releases my hair and lifts me out of the water onto the ledge of the pool, parting my legs as his eyes scan over my nightgown. It’s clinging to me like a second skin, and he licks his lips as his hands join the action, cupping my breasts and rolling my pebbled nipples through the fabric.

“The key doesn’t seem to be here.” He rasps before tugging the fabric down and releasing my breast. It strains painfully as the air hits it, but a moment later, Griffin’s hot mouth closes over it and I tip my head back, moaning.

I’m well aware that we are outside right now and anyone walking along the shore front or in boats on the lake nearby probably has a great view, but I don’t care. I love the thought of being caught. I love the thought of someone stumbling upon us and not having the willpower to turn away. I love the idea that they will get turned on and perhaps pleasure themselves as they watch.

“Fuck, Aggie. These tits are the most perfect tits I’ve ever come across.” His voice is a deep rumble as he pulls back, looking further down my body. “I want to eat every fucking inch of you.”

I catch his dark eyes for a brief moment before a sinister smirk lifts his lips, and a moment later, he flips me roughly over. The movement jolts me, and I catch myself just before my face slams into the warm, paved ground.

“What are you doing?” I squeak as he reefs up my nightgown to bare my panty clad arse. Then, the thin fabric is torn from my flesh.

“I’m punishing you.” He growls loudly before the sharp sting of his palm comes down hard on my arse cheek.

I squeal from the pain, and don’t realise until it’s too late that he has my legs spread wide, their lower half immersed in the cold water. Griffin is still in the pool, gripping my legs in place so I can’t get up and run, where he continues his teasing assault on me.

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