Page 22 of Her Secret Santa

A broken moan tears from her throat even as she nods and grinds her hips back against mine.

“Please, Sir.”

How can I say no?

I don’t ease her into it, the first slap landing on that perfect little ass hard enough that she should feel it all the way in her teeth. She exhales sharply, her whole body tensing and jerking, but I don’t give her a second to acclimate.

She just takes it so fuckingwell, hit after hit turning her ass cherry red, moans dripping from her lips with every spank.

“Good girl, cum for me.”

I growl the words into her ear, fucking deep into her as I dig my nails into the abused flesh of her ass.

She barely lasts long enough for me to finish speaking, writhing in pleasure as her orgasm rips through her. I moan as she clenches around my cock, the force of her orgasm threatening to tear mine straight out of me. It’s been a long time since anyone got me this worked up, especially so quickly. She’s my walking wet dream, and having her thrashing on the sheets at my mercy is making me go a little bit insane.

I can’t stop myself from pinning her down to the sheets and hammering into her, the need to take my own pleasure too great to ignore. She quakes beneath me, another orgasm already nipping at the heels of the one she’s coming down from. I reach around to roll her clit between my fingers, giving her no reprieve.

“Come on. Cum for me again, princess, let me feel it.”

“Fuck!” she screams, her body listening to me like she has no other choice.

I go right over the edge with her, unable to stop myself as pleasure slams into me with no reprieve. It’s so overwhelming that my whole mind goes blank, whiting out with agonizing bliss.

She goes stiff as a board before collapsing entirely, her whole body going limp beneath me.

I bury my face in her shoulder, groaning out my pleasure. My teeth ache to bite down, to cover her in marks, but I tide myself over by peppering kisses down the side of her throat.

“You’re dangerous, little one,” I say with a chuckle.

My arms shake as I slide out of her cunt, that last little bit of pleasure enough to make my cock twitch with renewed interest. I intend to gather her up in my arms, but Clara doesn’t budge.

“Cl—princess?”

I shake her shoulder, panic flaring when I get no response. I flip her over quickly, looking for any signs that something went wrong. Her cheeks are still rosy pink, her mask slightly askew,her lip gloss smeared against the sheets. I snap loudly beside her ear, and she frowns sleepily, nuzzling her face into the blankets.

Did she actuallypass outfrom pleasure? A bolt of heat shoots through me at the thought.

“That good?” I knew I had skill, but damn.

I pull the blindfold and cuffs off, tossing them aside before kneeling to unbuckle her shoes and take her panties the rest of the way off. She doesn’t wake as I shift her around on the bed until her head is buried in the pillows, then toss the blanket over her before heading to the ensuite bathroom for a rag. She stays completely still until I return. I wipe the gloss smeared on her face away before cleaning up the mess between her thighs. Watching my cum drip from her makes me want to fuck it all right back into her.

I toss the rag haphazardly in the direction of the bathroom before I dress myself.

She looks so pretty all fucked out and exhausted. Seeing her this relaxed makes my heart ache in my chest, a bud of affection that I didn’t expect blooming there. I didn’t think a mouthy little elf would impress me so much, but she took it so well. Who knew there was a spark just waiting to be lit behind that little attitude of hers?

I pet over her hair after buckling my belt again, watching her doze peacefully for a moment.

She cuddles into the pillows with a soft, sleepy sound as I shoot off a text to Cain asking him to make sure the Floor Master takes care of her when she wakes up. He’ll be curious, because I’ve never made a request like this before, but he’s not the type to ask questions. Once I send the text, I pull a notepad from the nightstand and bend down to scrawl a quick letter. I lean over to press a kiss to her jaw before straightening.

I’ve never made someone my Diamond for more than one night, but with her, one night is just the beginning.

Chapter Ten

ZADE

Clara and a brunette with wavy hair down to her waist are huddled together in the corner of the break room when I walk in. I’m already in costume to hide my identity from the prying eyes of the media, and I wasstillstopped about ten times by families wanting photos on the way in. Who knew Santa got more media attention than I did. The day hasn’t even started, and I’m already exhausted.

Seeing that pretty face glowing with a wide smile as she hunches over a cup of coffee with her friend is enough to brighten my mood instantly. She looks good after getting fucked.

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