Page 6 of Santa's Dark Secret

Fuck, that’s good. I need so much more.

I need her warm cunt to slide into. I need to fucking destroy her for anybody else. Take her as deep as she’ll allow. Fuck her all night long. Hard. Fast. Deep. In every fucking position known to man. I want to make her sweat, but most of all, I need to make her scream.

Goddamn, I’m going to fall apart just thinking about it.

My pace kicks up, and knowing I’m about to be called to get tonight’s show on the road soon, I make it quick. I fuck my hand, knowing this has got nothing on how sweet it would be to feel Mila’s walls spasming around me, but I don’t let up until I finally come, shooting my hot load into my hand. After all, I can’t mess up the red suit.

My body jolts as I finish emptying myself, my jaw clenching as the satisfaction rockets through my body. But the relief only lasts a moment. I’ve been wanting this for too long for the need to dissipate. No amount of jerking off has ever done the trick. The only thing that ever brings relief is her, and until now, I’ve never laid a finger on her. But that’s about to change.

Cleaning myself up, I fix my pants and get up from my desk, grabbing my red suit jacket off the back of my chair. Mila’s list of Christmas wishes crumples as I shove it into my pocket, and justas I pull my jacket around me and button up the famous red suit, a knock sounds at my door.

“Coming,” I mutter, reaching for the handle and swinging the door open. My father stands in the open doorway with his executive assistant Frederick. And no, his helpers aren’t elves. They are regular people like me and Mila. I never really understood where the whole elves thing came into play, but once whispers of Santa’s little helpers hit the modern world, they ran with it. I suppose little magical elves aren’t so far-fetched considering the reindeer farm right outside my kitchen window.

“Santa,” Frederick says with a chipper tone and a wide smile that makes me want to knock out his two front teeth.

I let out a sigh, cutting him off before he has a chance to say whatever he came to tell me. “It’s Nick, Fred. I don’t know how many times I need to remind you.”

A sheepish look crosses his face. “Sorry, Sa—Nick. Old habits die hard. I don’t think I’ll ever get used to calling you by your name. It makes me feel all . . . squirmy.”

“Squirmy?” I question, arching a brow as I step back into my office and grab my belt, all while my father silently watches me from Frederick’s side, clearly wondering if he’s made the right decision to retire. Though I managed the last two years without fucking up, so I think I’m good.

“Yes, Sir. Squirmy,” he says, as I nod toward the corridor, indicating for my father and Frederick to walk with me. “Now, getting on with important matters. The list has been checked and double-checked. However, there have been a few last-minute additions to the naughty list. I recommend taking one final glance at it before you take off.”

“Will do,” I mutter, forcing myself to keep my mind off Mila and get serious about what I’m supposed to be doing tonight. “How are my reindeer looking?”

My father takes it upon himself to answer this one. He’s always had such a soft spot for our furry friends. “All good, son, but you know they also get a little . . . squirmy on Christmas Eve. I believe they’re eager to get going.”

A small smile pulls at my lips. My father isn’t the only one who has a soft spot for our reindeer. They truly are magnificent animals, and for the most part, they were my best friends growing up. After all, there are not many other kids to play with out here. “No surprise there,” I say, glancing back toward Frederick. “Gifts?”

“I have a team still loading them into the sack. Maybe another hour or so and it’ll be ready to go.”

“Perfect.”

I start heading toward the vault that houses the list, determining who’s been good this year, and I smile knowing damn well that Mila would have easily found her way onto the naughty list for the Christmas wish she sent my way. Only that’s the kind of naughty I like most.

Frederick gets on his way, overseeing all the ins and outs of my workshop, and just when I expect my father to follow me into the vault, he clutches my elbow and pulls me aside. “Are you ready? It’s a big night ahead.”

“As ready as I can be, Dad. You’ve spent the last twenty years preparing me for every type of situation. I know what I’m doing.”

“I know you do, but . . .” He lets out a heavy sigh. “I’m concerned about you, Nicholas. If you remember, I oversaw the Christmas wishes this year. I saw what that girl wished for, and I don’t want you to get distracted. You have an important night ahead of you, and I know you’ve always had a certain . . . fascination with this girl.”

Well fuck. I was expecting a lot of things to come out of his mouth but certainly not that. I wonder how Mila would feellearning that the jolly old Father Christmas she grew up with saw just how filthy her desires truly are.

“Honestly, Dad. I’m good,” I lie, stepping up to the door of the vault and putting in the code. “Last year, I had an extra few hours up my sleeve. I even stopped for a concert appearance in Sydney. Blew a few people’s minds.”

“I don’t want you rushing just to try and prove a point,” he reprimands. “That’s how kids get missed. Take your time, and try to remember that Christmas is all about spreading joy.”

A smirk pulls at my lips as the vault door begins to open. I’ll sure as fuck be spreading something, though I can’t guarantee that it’ll be joy.

“I’ve got it all under control, pops. You don’t need to worry this year. I know my priorities.”

He arches a brow, and the jolly old man the rest of the world is used to seeing disappears, left with the stern father who raised me to be the perfect carbon copy of him. Only, I’m not quite sure it worked. I’m nothing like him.

“Do you?” he challenges.

Fuck. I hate when he gets like this. It’s as though he can see right through me to the dark little soul hidden within. He’s always known I was different, but deep down, he knows he can rely on me to get the job done. I won’t be letting anyone down tonight.

“Of course. I’m not going to let you down, and I’m not about to let any single one of the two billion kids down either.”

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