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It’s not. Not even close.

“You’ve gone quiet, little elf.” Santa states as he uses a white cloth to clean up the mess he made over his rippling abs. “What’s going on inside your head?”

I consider giving him the truth, but think better of it. I don’t know this man. The game we are playing is about nothing more than sex. Emotions aren’t welcome here.

But I need to answer him, so I go with a partial truth.

“I’m just feeling a little needy. That’s all.”

“How so?” he asks quickly, and I bite my lower lip before answering in a near whisper.

“I want to touch you.”

The rumble that comes through the speakers isn’t a growl of frustration or anger. It’s a growl of arousal.

“I want to touch you, too.” He rasps. “All in good time.”

I nod, knowing he’s not going to give me anything else, so I slip back into my robe.

“Do you like exhibitionism, little elf?” He asks, and my eyes widen, my mood perking up as I nod and shrug at the same time. “Do you like public sex where there’s a big chance you’ll get caught?”

I nod again. This time without the shrug.

He chuckles. “Good. Tomorrow, I want you to drive to the city. Wear the toy I got you, and the choker as well. Go to the La Trobe Street entrance at Melbourne Central by 12pm and wait for my call.”

And just like that, I’m ready for today to be over so tomorrow can begin.

Santa

I’vebeenwatchingmylittle elf service her clients for a few weeks now, but from the position of the camera, it doesn’t show what exactly is going on very well. So asking her to wear a camera so I could get a better look worked well. I could see just about everything she could see.

I didn’t enjoy watching her client, but I loved seeing my little elf’s hands and fingers at work, stimulating the woman until she came undone. I can’t fucking wait to have Aggie’s hands on me.

Suggesting she go on webcam wasn’t planned. I have meetings to attend, and emails to respond to, yet I wasn’t ready to leave my little elf. Not until I watched her come.

During my time studying her through the cameras installed in her rental, I noticed that she occasionally goes online and does sessions, which is why I knew to send her to her laptop so I could see her better.

I have one monitor picking up the live feed from her choker, and another monitor linked up with her laptop, so it was weird when I agreed to go online with her, and I saw what my little elf saw.

My hard dick.

It does look pretty fucking enticing, if I do say so myself. And fuck, the way her eyes lit up, growing wider when her eyes studied my manhood, made me feel like beating my chest like an alpha gorilla.

Coming by my own hand is not the same as sinking inside the hot damp heat of a cunt, but hell, I’m willing to wait. I’m not done playing with my food yet. By the time I sink into my little elf, she will be quivering with need… and fear.

Chapter six

Public Play

Agatha

Predictingtrafficwhenyougo into the city is virtually impossible. Even though I give myself extra time by leaving half an hour earlier than I needed to, I’m still late by the time I arrive at the rendezvous point.

There are people everywhere, and my eyes dart to man after man, wondering if my Santa is here. No one looks at me expectantly, or with any familiarity, and I worry that my tardiness means Santa has already left.

Then my phone rings.

“You’re late.” His voice is gruff and laced with annoyance through the phone.

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