Page 13 of Kenzi's Little Christmas Wish

Chapter 7

Kenzi smiled as she led the child off Santa’s lap and back to his mother. It was almost lunchtime already, which meant that for the last few hours, she had endured walking around in an elf’s outfit and being on her best behavior. All so she could get the big bad Santa sitting in front of her to give her a Christmas gift. And while the tension between her legs seemed to grow with each passing minute, Kenzi could not deny that she had enjoyed herself far better than she had thought she would. Being on her best behavior meant she had to be polite to the parents, smile with the kids and be as gentle with them as possible. It also meant that she ended up having fun with them; the easy banter between Santa, his elves, and the kids the cause of many waves of laughter. Before now, if she had been asked how she felt about kids, she would have said without thinking that she didn’t care for them much. Mostly because she rarely had to deal with them. She was the foster child of adoptive parents who were only too happy to see her gone as soon as the government checks stopped clearing. But playing with these kids today, all of them eager to please the man in the red suit handing out gifts, she realized that maybe she did like kids after all. Of course, it may just be that she felt some kind of solidarity with them, since they were all trying to please the man in the red suit.

The moment they broke for lunch, she immediately looked up to Damon, her eyes seeking his and hoping he was impressed enough by her behavior to finally put her out of her misery. He just smiled at her, then looked away to greet one of the kids’ mothers. Kenzi stood with her fists clenched, wondering if he was ever planning on making her come like he promised. Then she strode off towards the back of the mall without acknowledging him again.

She could practically feel the smoke billowing out of her ears, and she was thinking of heading for the sports section and getting herself a baseball bat.

“Hey Kenzi,” Debbie said, Jimmy standing beside her. Kenzi noticed how closely the both of them stood, and how Debbie seemed to lean into her coworker, but she had too much on her mind to start worrying about her roommate’s love life.

“Are you coming with us for lunch?”

“No,” Kenzi replied immediately. She had unfinished business to take care of. “You go ahead. I’ll catch up with you later.”

She watched as a short look of relief crossed Debbie’s face and wanted to congratulate the both of them. Jimmy seemed like a decent guy, and her friend was long overdue for a relationship.

As soon as they were out of sight, she quickly made her way to the back, where she knew Damon must have an office. After two wrong turns and the help of a passing worker, she finally located his door. Now that she was here, she suddenly felt butterflies dancing in her belly, and took a deep breath to calm herself down. ‘What if he doesn’t want me again? What if he didn’t want me to come back here and I’m going to get punished?’ she asked herself. She unconsciously tugged down the skirt of her elf outfit, then lifted her hand and knocked twice. Her hand was a little bit unsteady and didn’t hit the door right, so she knocked again, harder.

“Come in,” his voice came from inside, and she pushed the door open and walked in to see him sitting down, just waiting for her. He had taken off the hat and hair, but was still wearing the suit. Far from looking ridiculous, he looked like a very sexy Santa. She, on the other hand, knew she was the poster picture of a nervous elf.

“Took you long enough,” he finally said, and she knew he had been waiting for her... something she could not have guessed from how casually he had dismissed her.

“I was a good girl today,” she said, looking at him with a pleading twinkle in her eyes. There was no way she could walk out of the room without him taking the edge off, even if only once. “Please?” she added, when he remained silent and just looked at her.

“If I asked you to choose between my cock in your mouth or my mouth between your legs sucking your pretty little clit, which would you go for?”

The question was so simple, the answer so obvious, and yet not as simple as that. Finally, she told him the truth, as she knew it to be.

“I don’t care about me, just that I do what you want me to do.”

“Good girl,” he commended her. Then in a deep voice commanded, “Strip.”

The order startled Kenzi. The windows were not transparent, and the office was at the back of the mall, but she had not locked the door behind her, and not everyone was cautious to knock before entering like she did. She glanced at the door, silently reminding him of this fact. His smile told her he was well aware of it.

Nervously, she reached for the waistband of her skirt and began to take off her clothes. Her motions were jerky compared to the day before when she had done it in the privacy of her home. Damon said nothing, just watched her until she was done. Each article of clothing she took off, she folded on the chair in front of her. Until she dropped the hot pink panties she had on under her outfit, leaving her naked, except for a pair of sheer stockings.

Her nerves were not enough to stop the arousal still combing through her, and the more Damon’s gaze swept over her body, focusing on her hardened nipples and the small brush of hair just visible between her legs, the wetter she got.

She gasped slightly when he suddenly surged to his feet and stalked towards her. Grabbing her face, he kissed her hard and violently, his tongue spearing into her mouth as he ravaged her. One hand reached between her legs to tug at the small strands of hair above her clit, the stimulus enough to have her moaning into his mouth. The fabric of his suit rubbed against her sensitive nipples, and she rocked into his hand. Then he tore his mouth from hers, and Kenzi cried in protest.

“Seeing you walking up and down that mall, knowing you were wet for me was more torture than I have ever had in my life. The things I want to do to you, you can’t even begin to imagine. But this is not the time or the place, so first thing tomorrow, you are coming to my house. Then I’ll show you exactly how good I can make it for you.”

“But tomorrow is…”

“Christmas day? I know. Do you have any plans?”

She shook her head. “No, no I don’t.”

“Good,” he said, then swept her into his arms and carried her the few steps to his table. Dropping her on the suspiciously empty surface, he placed a hand on both her knees. Then he looked up, his nostrils flaring as the scent of her arousal hit him.

“Look how wet you are for me, how much your pussy weeps for my touch.”

Kenzi moaned at his words, getting even wetter at the sensations they provoked in her. Then he was leaning down and finally his tongue was gliding through her cunt. Kenzi came, her screams of orgasm loud enough that they would have easily been heard around the mall, if Damon had not wisely covered her mouth with his hand.

She had barely settled her leg back, when he was at her pussy again. Licking and sucking, his finger teasing the hard nub on top of it. It was all she could do not to moan out loud. His tongue flicked at her clit, even as two fingers speared into her pussy and began to glide in and out. Her ass rocked against the table, pushing into his mouth. And when she felt her orgasm approach, she let him know, in silent mews and moans. Just before she came, she felt him shove something into her mouth, and she clamped hard on it so she would not scream as she knew she was about to. It was her damp panties. And whether it was the scent or taste of her arousal, or his fingers and tongue, or maybe it was the combination of all of this, but when that spine-bending sensation finally engulfed Kenzi, her world went dark, before exploding in a burst of fireworks that threatened to blind her. And he was there through everything, his hand teasing out every last bit of pleasure from her.

“What do you say now?” he asked, with a teasing smile.

“Thank you, Daddy,” she said, her voice thick with satiated pleasure. “Thank you for making me come.”

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