Page 12 of Slaying for Santa
I peer in, only all I find is Bell’s suitcase sitting unopened on the end of the bed.
Where the fuck is she?
Glancing at the open bathroom door, I notice the light inside is off, which means she’s not in there… And there’s no light coming from under Tillie’s door… so where is she?
My eyes drift to the second staircase that goes up to my private quarters. My home office is up there, plus a small living area and my bedroom with an attached bathroom and dressing room.
Is it extravagant? Yep, it sure the fuck is, but considering we grew up with nothing, and I’ve worked fucking hard toprovide, not just for my daughter, but my little sister, and unbeknownst to Bell, her too, I think I fucking deserve some luxury.
Moving up to the third floor, I find my office door wide open, but the room empty, so I check the living room, and then my bedroom, where I find Bell opening my bedside drawer.
“What are you doing?” I snap, but she doesn’t even flinch at the sudden sound of my voice.
“Snooping. Obviously.”
“Obviously,” I snap, rushing in, because I know what’s in that fucking drawer, but it’s too fucking late.
Bell turns to face me with the fucking thing in her hand before I make it another step.
“Does this get much action?”
“Put it down,” I growl, storming towards her, but she simply shakes her head.
“I’d like a demonstration.”
“I’m not demonstrating anything. If you want to see my cock slide into a set of lips, you can fucking volunteer and watch in the mirror.” I gesture to the floor to ceiling mirror running along the wall next to one side of my bed, and, fuck me, but her brow quirks up, a look of curiosity flicking over her expression.
“How far down do you like to go?”
Jesus… does she mean…
“Down the throat?” I ask, and she nods.
“I need to know if we’re compatible. If I’m going to open my mouth for someone, then it’d better be worth it.”
“How far do you want me to go?” I step closer and snatch the silicone mouth from her, and the fucking thing starts talking.
“Ohhh yes, Santa. Just like that. Choke me with your big cock, Santa.”
Bell sucks in her lips, trying not to laugh, which I might fucking add, is a hard feat to make her do. I flip the damn switch off and toss the fucker back into the drawer.
“Uh, uh, Santa. I asked you first.” Her lips kick up in a smirk as she presses one of her sharp red claws into the centre of my chest. “How do you like to fuck a mouth? Because there are a few different ways, and I want to know exactly what you picture in your head when you fuck that thing… are those lips meant to belong to Mrs Clause?”
She bobs her head in the direction of the fuck toy, not an ounce of fear or shame on her face about this fucking conversation or the fact I have a silicone mouth that sucks and talks to Santa.
Fuck my life.
Sighing, I try to focus on what the fuck is happening here.
“You want to know what I imagine?” I ask, pushing the drawer shut in case the fucking thing starts talking again. “Or what I do with other women?”
There goes that fucking dark brow again.
“I want to know exactly what youwishyou could do with women, but don’t, for whatever reasons… usually fear of rejection… so instead you imagine it when you fuck Mrs Clause’s mouth.”
I fucking smirk, biting back a laugh.
“No one’s ever asked me this before.” I clear my throat… fuck, is it getting hot in here?
