Page 8 of Subbing For Santa

Onlycertainpeople knowthatname. It’s my club name. My sex club name. And only someone from Vixen’s Lodge, or the parties I’ve held lately, would know I usethatname.

“What?!” I shriek loudly. “How do you know that name?”

“I know a lot about you.” The vibrations increase. “Now, go to your car and get in the passenger seat.”

“But…” I pant and he growls.

“If you want the electricity back on when you get home, go to your car, Agatha.”

Shit. His voice! While sexy, is demandingly scary. Even if I wanted to disobey him with all my heart, I don’t think I could.

I do as he orders and dash to the car, getting in the passenger side.

“Put me on speaker.” He demands, and I hit the loud speaker icon on my phone before placing the phone on the dashboard inside my car.

“I’m going to step up to the side of your car and watch you through the window. Do not turn your head and look at me, or you will receive a bigger punishment than losing electricity.”

Holy shit.

He really is here.

“Ok.” I nod, my heart thrashing in my chest as moisture pools between my legs.

“Eyes cast forward and down, little elf.” His voice is so sensual as he speaks softly, and I do as he says, finally letting myself feel the sensations building inside me.

In my peripheral, I see the shadow of a man standing outside my door. I’m tempted to turn and look at him, but I’m also extremely compelled to do exactly as he says.

Since my car is parked under a streetlamp, it illuminates my car and where I sit, giving him a perfect view.

“Pull your dress up, little elf. Bunch it around your waist.”

I release a moan as I move, doing as he asks, excited that he’s finally near.

“Panties off.” He demands and I obey, nothing but his puppet.

“Atta girl.” He rumbles and fuck me, that is so hot.

Atta girl.I’ll do anything he wants if he keeps saying that to me.

“Spread your legs for me. Nice and wide.”

I do as he asks, shuffling my arse forward a little while I move the seat back and part my legs, opening myself. The vibrations start to increase again, and I moan, palming my tits over the top of my dress.

This feels amazing.

“You’re a squirter, aren’t you, little elf?”

Shit!

How does he know that?

He must be from the sex parties. It’s the only way he can know.

“Y-yes.” I stutter, trying to think, but my body's rising heat shoots fog to my brain.

“Make sure you spray for me. I’ll arrange for your car to be detailed after Christmas.”

Fuck. His voice. His words. They are too much combined with the toy inside me working at my core.

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