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“Well, I was thinking, we gear up for round two, then afterward we curl up under the Christmas tree in our coziest jammies and watch a movie while we eat some of the cookies you made earlier. Oooh, with hot cocoa.”
I stifled an eyeroll. Every time Yule made a plan, cookies and cocoa were involved. “Round two, huh?” I leaned up and rolled till I could reach his lips, pressing a quick kiss to his mouth. “Okay, I’m game. Let me use the restroom and I’ll be back for the bonus round.”
“Sounds good.” He smiled wider, stretching to fold his arms behind his head. “I’ll be waiting,” he said as his eyes drifted closed.
I used the restroom, washed my hands, ran my fingers through my hair and pinched my cheeks to bring out their natural flush. When I came out of the restroom five minutes later, he was curled on his side, snoring softly and I didn’t have the heart to wake him up.
So instead of round two, cookies and cocoa, and movies under the Christmas tree, I cleaned up the kitchen, put on pajamas and climbed in bed beside him. I barely slept.
I knew things were going to get worse before they got better.
Chapter Three
December 20th
Crystal
The instant the first bird chirped outside our window, beating the morning sun, I popped my eyes open. As usual lately, I’d barely slept. My husband on the other hand, was sleeping soundly still, having come home after I was already asleep. Most of the time these days, I didn’t even get a goodnight kiss. The last time I’d gotten any real attention other than a grunted thank you for dinner was almost two weeks ago, on our anniversary.
For a moment, I considered closing my eyes, going back to sleep, letting Yule get his own breakfast and ignoring my duties, wifely and otherwise. But I knew I couldn’t. Christmas was only a few days away.
“Naughty list,” Yule muttered in his sleep beside me. “No, wait, nice list.”
And just like that, the damn list was at the forefront of my brain again. I didn’t know it was possible to harbor so much resentment toward a mostly inanimate object, but apparently it was and I did.
Grumbling to myself, I sat up, swung my legs over the side of the bed, magicked myself out of pajamas and into my Mrs. Claus uniform, and headed downstairs, even as I came up with a plan that had my stomach flip-flopping with a nervous excitement I hadn’t experienced in a long time.
Yule
My little elf was not in the bed when I woke to the sun bouncing off the snowbanks and straight into our bedroom window. A fact that I was not happy about, but was probably for the better. There was only a couple more days until Christmas and there was still way too much work to be done. If she’d have been there, I likely would not have wanted to get out of bed and that wouldn’t have been good for anyone. Christmas was only a few days away and nobody had time for that, least of all me. Soon, I promised myself with a smile. Rolling to the side of the bed, I sat up and stretched. A smile formed on my lips as I thought about my little wife and how hard she’d come for me the last time we’d been together, on our anniversary. Had it really been ten days ago? It didn’t seem like it, but it definitely had. And I’d barely seen her since then. Oh well. I appeased myself with the thought that in another ten days, it would be just me and her for a whole month. I couldn’t wait to take my time with her. Make her beg for her Daddy’s cock and then give her so many orgasms that she was begging me to stop. January was going to be a fruitcaking wild ride. Just us. No elves, No Mama and Papa Claus, no reindeer, and best of all, no naughty and nice list.
The list, AKA the bane of my existence, made me think about my massive to-do list, and I realized I couldn’t just keep sitting in bed, dreaming about January. I had to get up and get moving. Such was life as Santa.
A sweet smell wafted through the air and my stomach growled. Had I eaten dinner the night before? If I had, I couldn’t remember what. I’d been dead on my feet when I got home at nearly midnight, and Crystal had already been asleep. I was, I realized, as my stomach growled again, louder and more insistent this time, starving.
Snagging my candy-cane-striped boxers off the floor I slid them on and went to investigate the yummy smells coming from the kitchen. Crystal had been learning to cook more and more since we’d been here and she was quickly mastering all of my favorites. If I wasn’t careful I was going to truly have a round little belly that shook when I laughed like a bowl full of jelly in just a few years. I really needed to cut back on the cookies. In January, I promised myself as I dressed in a freshly pressed uniform and made my way downstairs. I needed to be at work soon, but surely my elves could stave off any disasters long enough for me to have breakfast with my wife. One could hope.
I could hear instrumental Christmas music playing as I got closer and closer to the kitchen. It was hard to believe my little wife had hated everything about Christmas less than a year ago and here she was in my Santa hat, humming along to Christmas music as she flipped peppermint-chocolate-chip pancakes on the oversized griddle in the kitchen of our home in the North Pole.
Leaning against the wall, I just watched as she danced around with the most adorable little smirk on her face. The kind of smirk that had me wondering what she was up to. I focused in on her thoughts, but nothing came.
Naughty little girl. You know blocking me from your mind is against the rules.
I shot the thought in her direction knowing she wouldhearme loud and clear, even over the music.
She smiled but did not look in my direction. On the contrary, she turned away completely, even going so far as giving a teasing little butt wiggle as she shot back,
What are you going to do about it?
You’re playing with fire, little elf,I warned.
My cock hardened as I imagined bending her over the kitchen counter and using the spatula in her hand to turn her bottom a nice shade of red before taking her hard from behind. A chirping from my Santa com reminded me that that wasn’t possible.
My father had warned me that she would begin to gain some magical abilities soon after we got married and I didn’t have a problem with that at all most of the time. It wasn’t until she’d learned to block me from her thoughts that the problems began for me. Apparently, according to her, at least, Santa having the unfettered ability to read Mrs. Claus' mind was some sort of unfair advantage? Never mind the fact that I could tap into literally anyone else’s thoughts and memories without a problem. I missed being able to get into her little head and see what she was thinking whenever I wanted to. I missed hearing her thoughts as she cursed at me when she was mad or yearned for me when all she wanted was the special kind of attention only her Santa Daddy could give to her. Unfortunately that was now limited more. I had to rely on what I knew, what I observed, andwhat she told me, just like any other husband. It was exhausting, honestly.
“I figured since you stood me up for dinneragainlast night, and you probably didn’t eat, the least I can do is make you a nice big breakfast, but if you don’t stop creeping around and come eat you’re gonna be late for work,” Crystal announced with more sass than I was going to let slide when added to the fact that she was already being naughty.
I pushed myself away from the wall and stalked slowly toward her. “Maybe I’ll just stay home and give you the spanking you’re practically begging for.”
