Page 19 of Subbing For Santa

“I’m sorry. The traffic was crazy.”

“You should have allowed extra time. You will receive your punishment when you get home later today.”

I could argue my case, but that may mean an extra punishment, and if it’s anything like being deprived of the luxury of electricity again, I’m happy to avoid it.

“Yes, Santa.” I pout, feeling a bit pissy that he’s being all dominant and shit, even though that’s his role. He was more playful yesterday during the cam session. I enjoyed that side of him.

“Check your bank account, please.”

I frown at his words, but do as he asks, opening my banking app and logging in. Then my brows lift off my head all together.

Holy shit. There’s a grand in there that wasn’t there earlier. I press the phone back to my ear, about to protest, when his voice cuts me off before I can even speak.

“Go shopping. Buy whatever you want. I’ll be watching.”

He hangs up before I can ask how he got my bank account details, and I’m left baffled, staring at the phone for a moment before my head kicks in.

He’ll be watching. Is he nearby, or is he watching through the camera embedded in the choker he insisted I wear again today?

I feel like I’ll never know for sure if this man is in my vicinity or not, so I give up stewing on it, and do as he demanded. I go shopping.

I don’t normally indulge in a lot of new clothes. I typically shop at opportunity shops most of the time, scoring some amazing finds, and I keep the purchase of new things to a minimum. I’m more likely to buy sex toys and lingerie with my money than new clothes.

By the time I’ve spent some money in a couple of stores, and a huge chunk in Mecca, I feel the soft vibrations of the toy deep inside me start up.

I can’t hold back my grin, suddenly not feeling so alone in my shopping spree. I have no idea where my Santa is, but through this wireless toy deep inside me, we are connected.

I continue to shop, and each time I enter a new store, the vibrations get stronger. It works quickly to send heat prickling over my skin from head to toe, building pleasure as I try to keep a straight face.

I take my phone out of my pocket numerous times, checking to see if he’s called or messaged, and basically having to talk myself down off the ledge and stop myself from calling him. That’s a big no no.

When I take the phone out once again, it starts to ring in my hand, so I quickly answer it.

“What do you want, little elf?” His voice is calm and almost seductive and adds to the lubrication surrounding the toy inside me.

“What do you mean? You called me.”

He chuckles. “Yes, because you keep checking the phone. Were you tempted to call me?”

“Yes.” I say quietly, hoping it won’t bother him.

“Why?”

“Because I need you.” I admit, and he hums.

“And?”

“And I want to come.” I whisper into the phone.

“No.” He hangs up.

What?

No?

I stop walking, nearly causing the group of people behind me to crash into me. I mutter an apology and ignore their glares as they pass.

My eyes dart around me as hordes of people brush past in a hurry to get to their destinations. The centre of my chest aches as the reality of my lonely existence creeps in, and suddenly, I feel like crying.

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