by Qwillia Rain
Outside the window, the sun had broken free of the horizon, its reddish gold glow cloaking the room with the colors of fire. The silver of his hair changed to flame. For just those few moments between dawn and morning, her Santa could have easily been mistaken for a devil. By the time she stood before him naked, Elf could see Dayton’s cock was fully erect behind the confines of his jeans. His right hand stroked the cloth-covered bulge as he watched her set aside her clothing.
“Get your gifts,” he commanded while holding out the blue velvet bag.
Instead of taking the bag, Elf moved first to her purse and removed the chains that matched her collar and belly chain. Then she strode to the tall mirrored wardrobe facing the huge four poster bed and opened it. Kneeling, she opened her wooden chest, collected the cuffs and nipple chain from within, and closed the chest and wardrobe. She returned to Dayton and held the cuffs out for him to fasten around her wrists. The gold rings and chains, clutched in her fist, absorbed the heat from her body.
Once bound, Elf offered the chains to him. Disappointment whispered through her when Dayton set them on the nightstand. She accepted the pouch and eased it open. The letter was drawn out first, before she set aside the bag and its contents. As she began to read, Dayton’s voice whispered the same words into the dim room.
My Elf,
As I lie in bed and imagine all the delectable ways I might bind you for my enjoyment, I am reminded that six is the number we have reached. Therefore, my gift comes in six parts ‑‑ four fours, a six, and a twelve ‑‑ although the last is a treat I shall hold in reserve until Christmas Day when Santa will most enjoy the unwrapping of this particular gift.
We have reached the midpoint of our adventure, My Elf. With it my cravings for you swell just as my cock does when in your presence.
Yours, most aroused,
Santa
Heart pounding in her ears, Elf refolded the note and tucked it into the velvet bag. One by one she pulled each of the six items from inside the supple fabric. Four lengths of silver satin rope with silver clasps on each end, about four feet long. Next she pulled out a six-foot length of the same silver satin rope with the same shiny metal clasps. The last length of silver satin rope was without clasps and Elf figured it measured twelve feet in length, just like the note stated.
“Do you remember when I gave you the bracelets?” Dayton rose from the chair to tower over her.
Looking up, Elf nodded. “Yes.”
“I asked you if the word ‘bondage’ frightened you.”
Elf felt a tingle shiver down her spine just as she had four days earlier. The grin lifting his lips made her assume he had noticed her body’s reaction.
“Remember the fantasy I whispered to you?” he asked as he gathered the two longest lengths of rope, coiled them, and returned them to the velvet bag.
Again, Elf could only nod.
His blue eyes gleamed, darker than usual. She watched as Dayton picked up the remaining four lengths of rope and proceeded to circle the bed. As she followed his progress, he took his time wrapping an end of each rope around the posts before securing the clasp through the rings embedded in the wood.
After securing the last one, he returned to stand over her. “I promised if there was anything you didn’t want, all you had to say was no.”
Elf nodded. She didn’t trust her voice to remain steady.
“Will you allow me to restrain you?” His fingers stroked her cheek.
“Ye ‑‑” Her voice cracked. Clearing it, she tried again. “Yes.”
“Lie down on your belly, facing the wardrobe.”
A quick glance over her shoulder produced a flush to her cheeks. She could feel the heat steal down her throat. Meeting his eyes, she wondered if his directions were made to make sure she could watch herself with him.
The grin lifting one side of his mouth assured her he knew exactly what she was thinking. “Mm hmm.” He nodded. “I want you to watch us.”
Scooting to the center of the bed, she shivered in anticipation, her body hyper aware of the nubby fabric stroking her flesh.
“On your belly, baby,” Dayton whispered as he moved to straddle her hips.
Lying on her stomach, Elf’s eyes were drawn to the mirrored doors ten feet away. She watched Dayton’s image loop the ropes around the footboard posts again before fastening the silver clasps to the chains on her bracelets.
She continued to watch him as he eased from her hips. Dayton opened one of the nightstand drawers and withdrew two pieces of black fabric. The rasp of Velcro was loud in the still room. The feel of the bindings around her ankles had her legs trembling. Dayton’s warm calloused hands soothed her as the clasps snapped into place on the silver D-rings attached to the bands. Her body lay belly down, spread-eagle over the silk duvet.
Easing back over her, Dayton leaned down to whisper in her ear, “I bought these for you, my Elf, because hammered silver would create bruises.” Meeting her gaze in the mirror his lips lifted in a seductive taunt, “especially when you start pulling.”
Sliding from the bed, he began stripping. In the mirror, Elf enjoyed the slow shedding of garments. She’d seen his bare chest before. Broad-muscled shoulders, well-defined pectorals, and eight-pack abs were tanned a deep bronze. His narrow waist and hips she’d admired while he was clothed, but when he slipped his jeans and boxer briefs off, Elf had to stifle her gasp. The same bronze tan covered his entire body. Then there was the thick length of his cock. Stiff with arousal and nearly reaching his navel, the plum-sized tip glistened with precum and bobbed high and proud as he tossed his pants and underwear into the chair.
“Vixen is our safe word.” He told her as he moved onto the mattress and knelt between her splayed thighs.
“What?” She tried to see him over her shoulder.
He turned her head to face the mirror as he explained, “Our safe word will be ‘vixen.’” When she continued to look puzzled, he added, “If you become uncomfortable with anything I do to you, all you have to do is say the safe word.”
“O-okay,” she stammered as his hands began to caress her back. She didn’t need to look at the mirror to know Dayton was settling into the space between her thighs to feed from her pussy.
His breath caressed the rounded curve of her bottom while his fingers stroked the sensitive flesh between her legs. In the mirror, she watched her hips rise to meet his touch, her knees braced as much as her restraints would allow. The expression on his face was so intent, it surprised her. She’d never seen him look so focused, not even with one of his pet projects. He acted as if the exploration of her flesh, the stroking of her skin, were a matter of national importance. His attentions, his single-minded interest, thrilled her heart. It gave her hope. Perhaps there could be more to their relationship than just sex.
She looked so beautiful beneath him. Dayton stroked the pale skin glowing like ivory against the jade green duvet. The design of the bed’s footboard allowed her an unobstructed view of the mirrored wardrobe. He wanted her to watch. To see what drew him to her. Experience the glow of her skin as she neared climax. How the flush tinting her cheeks colored her breasts and perfectly matched the rosy hue of her pussy when orgasm faded.
Sliding a pillow beneath her hips as they rose to his touch, he elevated her bottom, bringing the scent of her arousal closer. Dipping between the petals, he drew her cream out to lubricate the press of his finger on her clit.
Her instant response to his touch aroused him more than any past lover. His proximity to her seemed to have the same stimulating effect on her that hers had on him. In the last eighteen months, he’d lost track of the number of times he’d had to hide his hard-on by turning away or scooting his chair beneath his desk when she’d stepped into the room.
The opportunity to explore her body, to indulge his desire to slide his fingers over every inch of her flesh these last four days, had gone a long way toward preserving his sanity. The fact she appeared to be a born submissive only heightened his cravings.
His need to test her boundaries pressed at his restraint. He anticipated exploring his sexual limits with her. Even now, he found himself fighting the urge to leap ahead in his introduction of the more exotic practices.
When he’d originally pictured this scenario, he’d expected to lie on his back. Now, with his unruly cock ready to explode, he chose to reign in his body by remaining on his belly. Keeping his penis pressed into the bedding, he laved her glistening nether lips, holding her hips still as she arched beneath his touch.
Against his shoulders, he could feel her thighs quiver with building excitement. Her warm channel pulsed around his tongue. It spilled her juices into his mouth. Each swallow fed his growing addiction to her flavor. Gasps and cries whispered past her lips, filling the silence of his bedroom as she climbed closer to climax.
Just as she began to peak, he pulled away. Rising to his knees he planted a firm slap to one ivory buttock. Beneath him, she stiffened and cried out, more in surprise it seemed, than any real pain. He slapped the other rounded cheek as she swiveled her head to gaze over her shoulder at him in surprise. Cupping her mound in his left hand, he smiled at the amount of cream spilling forth when he spanked her bottom a third, then a fourth time. “Like that?” he taunted.
When she tried to shake her head, he swatted her again, twice. “Liar.” Lifting her hips, he pressed his cock between the swollen petals, bathing it in her arousal. Sliding forward and back through the wetness, he continued to apply firm strikes against her bottom. First the left, then the right, until the rounded cheeks bloomed a bright pink.
On the edge of coming, Elf pressed upward into his paddling, pumping her hips in an attempt to slide his cock into her empty sex. Dayton stopped her actions by pressing down on her, forcing her to still. Pushing his hands beneath her he grasped her taut nipples between thumb and forefinger of each hand and squeezed. Hard.
Elf climaxed. The pulse of her hips and the flutter of her labia over his swollen penis set off his own orgasm. With a muffled curse he coated her pussy and the pillow with his seed. Visions of shooting deep inside her, flooding her with his semen, had him shaking his head in denial.
No. A week. That was all he needed from Elf. A week to get his obsession behind him. To sate himself on her tender body and relieve this desperate need to fuck her that distracted him from what was important.
Elf was cognizant of the restraints being released as the last pulses of her climax shuddered through her. The pillow was removed from beneath her and the ankle cuffs were slipped off before she’d fully regained awareness. Eyes closed, she felt the bed shift as Dayton moved off. From the bathroom, the rush of water signaled his preparations for bathing her. Rolling onto her back, she let her fingers drift to the moisture coating her pussy. Lifting her fingertips to her face, she drew in the scent of Dayton’s climax before flicking her tongue out to lick away the flavor.
A muffled curse had her opening her eyes as her fingers returned to stir through the fast-drying pool on her stomach. Dayton’s eyes burned as he approached the bed, the damp washcloth fisted in his left hand as he watched her return her coated fingers to her mouth. As she watched, his cock swelled, making her body ache to have him fill her.
The feelings he engendered within her, the needs he drew from her, frightened and confused her, while thrilling her at the same time. Seeing him approach the bed ‑‑ his pace slow, deliberate ‑‑ only tightened the knot of arousal in her core. She craved the salty-sweet taste of his flesh, the scent of his skin, and the flavor of his seed.
The mattress shifted beneath his weight as he knelt before her, between her legs. Sitting up, Elf leaned forward, dragging in the smell of his skin as her face pressed against his belly. The heat of his cock on her cheek made her smile before she turned her attention to it. The muscles in his thighs tensed beneath her hands as she stroked her tongue up the length of his arousal, then swirled it around the tip, bathing away the pearls leaking from the slit.
Down, then up, she kissed and licked the pulsing vein on the underside of his penis before moving to the heated sac beneath. Fingers threaded through her hair and tightened, drawing her away from his flesh. Blue fire stared down at her.
“Quit fucking around, my Elf,” he growled. One hand holding her still, he used the other to guide his cock to her parted lips.
Holding his gaze, she opened her mouth, bathed her lips with her tongue, and drew the crown of his penis inside.
Their groans mingled in the quiet confines of the room. Whispered curses and encouragements mingled with the moist sounds of her mouth sucking him. The primal scent of arousal, both his and hers, saturated the room as they raced toward climax. The thrust and retreat of his length within her mouth increased with the curses and demands slipping from his lips.
“Take it, baby.” His guttural command floated past her ears as his fist tightened in her hair.
The sting of her hair being pulled only heightened her passions. Fingers scraping over his thighs as she fought to take more of his length, Elf marveled at how his demands aroused her more than any of the men she’d ever been involved with.
As his pleasure exploded over her tongue and spilled down her throat, it finally made sense why she’d never bothered having sex. The control had always been on her side. The decisions were hers to make and none of her previous companions had ever pushed for more.
With Dayton, he held the reins. Her body was his to command and control. And that excited her. More than anything ever had before.
Swallowing the last of his climax, Elf carefully bathed his length with her tongue, before easing away from him.
Amusement glittered in Dayton’s blue eyes as his fingers smoothed the mussed strands of her hair. “Well done, my Elf,” he murmured, leaning forward to press a kiss to her lips.
His praise sent a shiver of pleasure through her.
* * * * *
Bing Crosby’s voice sang of a white Christmas as Elf mingled with the different employees and guests in the gaily decorated cafeteria. When the new factory had been built, a spacious eatery had been provided to feed the factory, store, and office workers.
The landscaped grounds were visible through the two-story-high windows, making up two sides of the room. Each of the tables, both inside and out, had been set with red linen tablecloths, poinsettia centerpieces, and gold-edged, red-and-white-striped linen napkins. A local restaurant had been hired to cater the buffet-style dinner, and a live band made up of several employees or their family members was just beginning to set up on the stage at the far end of the room. Several tables had been cleared away earlier in the afternoon to make room for dancing.
Throughout the evening, she’d received curious looks from different employees. Dayton staying beside her, introducing her to business associates and their wives, may have been one reason for the looks. Another may have been the way he seemed to constantly touch her. A stroke to her shoulder, his arm around her waist, or a whisper at her ear, every caress noted by the employees of Kringle Toys.
She enjoyed his attention, and in her heart she hoped it was a sign his interest might last beyond the New Year. The protests and warnings her common sense kept trying to bring to her attention were easily ignored because her heart truly did not want to recognize the eventual end to her dreams.
“You might as well get used to it,” Mattie Halsey chuckled beside her.
“Get used to what?” Dayton had introduced her to the woman earlier in the evening. He’d been pulled aside moments earlier by Bryce, Mattie’s husband, leaving Elf alone for the first time this evening.
Mattie’s chocolate eyes gleamed with amusement as she sipped her drink, “Receiving the evil eye from the single women.” A few strands of silver were threaded through her curly chestnut hair, pulled into a loose knot and secured with several jeweled pins. A chain of delicate platinum links encircled her neck with matching bracelets on each wrist. Her amber colored gown highlighted the light olive tone of her skin, while the high waist and long flo
wing sleeves draped her slender frame without trying to hide her growing pregnancy. As she watched Elf, Mattie’s elegant fingers stroked the curve of her belly.
Elf had noticed some decidedly angry glares from several female employees and guests. “Why?” She’d suspected the glares were connected to Dayton’s interest in her, but she wasn’t sure.
“You’ve landed a very popular fish.” Mattie nodded toward where her husband and another man were laughing with Dayton. “Ever since he put his business on the map, there have been women crawling from the woodwork trying to get to him.”
Elf had to agree. During her three years, she had been present when women from various levels of business had attempted to gain Dayton’s attentions. “We’re not…” she tried to deny.
“Sweetheart…” Mattie smiled, linking her arm with Elf’s and directing her to a nearby table. “Let’s sit down.” She patted her belly. “The tumbling trio is getting a bit restless.” Once seated, she stated, “Your Mr. Kringle has been tied up in so many knots about you for the last eight months, Bryce has laughed his ass off.”
“Your husband? But how did he…”
“Bryce is very observant.” She looked lovingly over at her husband and received a similar look back. “Most pirates are. And I married a very talented pirate. He’s watched the way Dayton pays attention to you every time they’ve had a meeting.” Taking another sip of her drink, Mattie chuckled.
Feeling a bit uneasy at discussing her personal life with a woman she’d just met, Elf shook her head, “I really don’t think…”
Mattie seemed to read her reluctance to talk about her relationship. “I’m sorry if I’m being too forward, but I thought, since I’ve been in the same situation myself…”