Santa's Elf

by Qwillia Rain

  “No. Don’t come.” He commanded. “Now, the vibe.”

  Using her body’s juices to lubricate the sleek purple tube, Elf switched it to its lowest setting and began working it in. The expression on Dayton’s face was so well schooled she found it difficult to decipher his reaction, until she looked at his eyes. The deep blue had intensified. Nearly as black as his pupils, Dayton’s eyes burned through her as she eased her vibrator in and out, slowly, allowing only four of the eight inches to penetrate.

  “Take it all. Show me how you want your Santa’s cock inside you.”

  Gasping at the images flooding her mind, Elf pressed her vibrator deeper, forcing resistant muscles to accept the full length, and glorying at the sensations bombarding her. Picturing Dayton over her, thrusting deep, whispering words of encouragement and coarse descriptions of what he would do to her ‑‑ and what he wanted done to him ‑‑ had her climax building, tightening her belly, swelling her breasts. Head thrown back, Elf squeezed her eyes shut, lost in the visuals, the tingling feelings rolling through her.

  “Can you see me fucking you, my Elf?” His breath whispered across her lips. The heat of his calloused palm covered hers on the base of her toy.

  Eyes fluttering open as she answered, “Ye-yes.”

  “What do you want to say to your Santa, my Elf?”

  “Please.”

  “Please, what?”

  “Please fuck me, Santa.”

  He chuckled, a wicked gleam in his eyes, “Not yet, my Elf, But I will show you.”

  God, she looked so good spread beneath him, it took everything in him, all his training to keep from wrenching open his pants and shoving his cock into her pretty pink pussy. The slide of her vibrator made wet sucking noises in the quiet of the employee break room. Her half-smothered cries just increased his arousal. Drawing her left leg off the sofa cushion he pressed it toward her chest with his right hand as his left maneuvered the toy in and out of her sheath in quick, sharp strokes. A twist of his fingers had the setting switched to high between one stroke and the next, causing his Elf to arch beneath him, fingers scratching at the cushions beneath her.

  “Oh, yes,” he assured her as he worked her pussy with the purple vibrator. “Santa’s gonna love fucking his pussy. His Elf is so wet and hot,” he whispered. “Do you like how Santa fucks his Elf?”

  “Yes, yes. Please, Dayton, I can’t…” Her head thrashed against the cushions, her chestnut curls wet with sweat, tangled around her face, and plastered to her cheeks.

  He could see it, feel it in the tension flooding her body. The desperate need to come twisted inside her, controlling her, driving her to thrust against his hand, take each stroke of the vibrator and beg for more. “You can’t what, my Elf?” He needed to hear it.

  “I need to come. Please, Dayton,” her eyes fluttered open to hold his gaze, tears glistening in the jade depths. “Let me come.”

  Holding her gaze for several long moments, Dayton waited, then nodded, “Yes, my Elf, you can come for your Santa.”

  Before the waves of climax washed over her, she smiled a beautiful, sweet smile that froze his heart, and whispered two words that nearly ripped his soul out.

  “Thank you.”

  * * * * *

  Before the last three customers were shown to the door, Elf and Dayton exited the store through the back door. A brick path wound through the grass to the main building and factory. Still clothed in their green and red velvet costumes, Elf smiled at the sight they presented to the few employees finishing up their work.

  “I always expect some desperate parent or photographer to jump out of the bushes.” Elf laughed. She suspected Dayton kept his pace slow and his strides close together to accommodate her shorter legs and stiletto heels.

  Dayton chuckled, “It’s not the parents or cameras I worry about. My mind conjures visions of a mob of kids swarming across the grounds to raid the factory.”

  She laughed leaning into the arm he’d settled around her waist as they entered the building and stepped onto the elevator. “After watching you with the kids at the shelters and homes, I can’t believe you’d be afraid of them.”

  “You’ve never seen a toy-crazed mob of nine-year-olds.”

  “True, but I think they’re fun.”

  “Fun, as long as they get to go home with someone else,” Dayton chuckled.

  Taking a chance, Elf asked, “Don’t you want to have kids some day? You know, to pass the business on to?”

  Nothing in his expression or demeanor reflected unease. “I’ve never thought of it. Maybe someday.” Pulling a set of keys from one of his boots, Dayton eased a key off, and handed it to her. “Here, I have to head over to the factory as soon as I change, but I assume you brought some clothes and personal items for tomorrow.”

  Elf nodded. Smooth change of subject equals not allowing you to go there, she interpreted.

  “You’ll need the elevator key to get up to the apartment. While I’m at the factory, you can get your things put away then I’ll meet you back in the office by six.”

  “Sounds good,” Elf hoped her voice didn’t betray any of the nervousness snaking through her body.

  They separated at the office, with her going in to collect the bags she’d brought, and him continuing on to the penthouse to get changed, and leave. Stopping at her desk she checked the number of call slips left by the receptionist before moving to the closet. Her small duffle bag held a few changes of clothes, makeup, toiletries, and two novels she’d tossed in on the off chance she would get to read them. She doubted, despite Dayton’s claims to the contrary, they would spend the entire two weeks following Christmas making love. A large, white zippered tote bag hid the surprises she’d decided to bring for Christmas morning.

  As she carried her things to the elevator and inserted the key, the doors slid open and Dayton grinned at her. Tugging her toward his desk, he divested her of her bags, lifted her onto the shiny mahogany surface, and eased her skirt up.

  “I only have a few minutes,” he growled, sliding the panel of her thong aside and dipping first one finger then a second into her moist sheath. “You’re always so wet, Elf,” he whispered against her lips as his thumb stroked her clit and her back arched, pressing her swelling breasts against his chest.

  “Dayton,” she pleaded, rising to meet his stroking digits, legs slipping over his jeans-clad hips to drag him closer.

  “I have to watch you come, my Elf,” he told her, leaning back to watch her face. “But, I have to make it quick,” he warned. His fingers picked up the pace as his thumb massaged the sensitive nubbin, stroking her arousal higher and faster than he’d ever done before.

  It spiraled so quickly through her Elf was breathless, unable and unwilling to stop the rise and explosion that shook her. Her climax began where her body clutched at his touch, drawing his strokes deeper, as the heat arrowed up, filling her belly, her breasts. At his waist her thighs clenched, pulling him close, while her lips suckled his, their tongues engaged in a seductive tug-of-war. As she braced herself on the slippery surface of the desktop with her left hand, the other rose to thread through his silver waves to hold him close.

  Long moments later, he eased free of her hold, licked the evidence of her arousal from his fingers, and smoothed her panties and skirt back into place. “Have to go, babe.” He settled a soft kiss on her lips, and moved away from the desk. “I’ll see you around six, okay?”

  Elf didn’t trust her voice, so she nodded.

  “Dinner, then,” his eyes glittered with promise, “dessert.”

  Anticipation stirred the butterflies in her belly as she nodded again and watched him leave. Drawing another deep breath, she eased off the desk, careful to make sure her wobbly legs were capable of supporting her. Once she was sure of her ability to walk, she gathered her bags, and moved back toward the elevator.

  In the apartment she hovered at the closed elevator, gazing across the broad expanse of the living room at the double doors that ope
ned onto his bedroom. There they were, she thought, the last barrier to cross before ending twelve days of seduction. They looked so…normal, Elf decided. Simple dark mahogany frame, brushed brass hardware. Edging forward, she took the time to really look at the panels decorating them.

  She’d never done that, she realized, stepping closer. The number of times Dayton had led her through the portal to his bed, she’d never taken a moment to look at the passageway she stepped through.

  Like most of the furniture and frames in his apartment, Elf knew Dayton had completed the finishing touches in his home himself. The double doors were dark in color, glossy. The designs carved into the panels indistinct yet compelling. Moving nearer, her hands weighted by her bags, Elf examined the four sections carefully. Each of the four parts was in the shape of a rectangle, measuring, she guessed, three feet across and three and a half feet high. Two set above each other with a flat piece of trim framing them made up a door.

  On the left top panel the image of a reclining couple surrounded by trees, leaves drifting over their entwined frames had her heartbeat increasing. The faces were turned away or hidden beneath a tangle of loose hair and falling leaves, leaving her wondering whom Dayton had chosen as the model for the woman. In the frame and muscular form of the man, Elf could easily see similarities between the figure and Dayton.

  The same couple was visible on the top panel of the right door. This time their bed was made of snow, flakes settling over their forms while snow-laden branches bent toward them creating an arch over the lovers. Anticipating a season change to spring in the third panel situated in the lower section of the left door, Elf felt the bags slip from her grip when she identified the image carved into the dark wood.

  Her gaze shifted to the right lower panel to confirm the images were similar. They were. The lower left panel showed the woman, lying alone beneath a circle that could represent the sun or moon, the trees empty of leaves, branches bent away from her form. The right panel repeated the solitary image only with the man’s body stretched beneath the disk and the branches stretching outward, avoiding the figure beneath them.

  Shivering at the implication the carvings represented, Elf pushed the doors open, hurried inside to settle her belongings, and change clothes. There were still several tasks she wanted to complete before Dayton returned. Stripping off her Elf costume, she pulled a red skirt and a green-, white-, and red-striped blouse from the garment bag, grinning at the fact her selection of clothing so accurately fit the striped lingerie Dayton had presented her with this morning.

  She zipped her elf dress into the garment bag before slipping her heels back on. Her gaze moved back to the open doors and she wondered at the time it must have taken him to complete them. Elf placed her duffle on the bed and put away the few clothes she’d brought ‑‑ shirts, jeans, and skirts were hung in the small area Dayton had cleared for her. Hanging the garment bag in the closet, her doubts surfaced again. Maybe, she thought, he hadn’t emptied the space for her specifically. Perhaps the clear spot was left there to accommodate any woman he was involved with. Just because he expected her to remain with him for the next two weeks, it didn’t necessarily follow he would clear away…

  “Stop,” she demanded shaking her head. “You’re over thinking the situation,” Elf groused. Dragging her toiletries bag out, she folded her duffle, shoved it in beside her tote bag, and pulled the door closed.

  In the bathroom, she opened her bag, gathering what she needed to refresh her lip gloss and mascara and forcing her thoughts away from the morass of doubts trying to ruin her confidence.

  Taking a last look at her reflection to assure herself the nervous anticipation building within her wasn’t visible. Elf turned out the light in the bathroom and returned downstairs to the office.

  On her desk blotter was a cream vellum envelope addressed to “My Elf.” While she’d been recovering from his attentions, he must have left her last missive on his way out the door.

  Inside was a list on the same vellum along with a short note.

  My Elf,

  Did you think there would be no gift on this last day? It’s Christmas Eve and thoughts of this evening have my body clamoring for release.

  I have enclosed a list of things I have planned for us. Review them. Together, we will check off each item.

  Until the last.

  My intent, my Elf, is the completion of the final entry on my list will find us both too exhausted to bother with checking it off.

  Santa

  Elf set aside the note and examined the list. Her breath caught at the numbered items marching down one column labeled “Things To Do” on the page.

  First on the list was Play Santa and elf at store. On the line beneath it was Return to office and change clothes. Separated into three columns with the items being the widest and the other two labeled with her and Dayton’s names above them, Elf reached for her pen to place a tick mark next to the check marks Dayton had set beside first two items.

  The list continued on with innocuous things such as dinner, dessert, and return to apartment. It was the last item on the list which set Elf’s heart racing. In the same bold script as all the rest were the words:

  Twelfth Day means twelve hours of fucking.

  Now that the time was here, Elf’s belly was jumping with butterflies. She carefully folded the list and note, and tucked them back into the envelope. Sliding it into her purse, she gave herself a moment for her nerves to settle before reaching for the stack of mail requiring attention.

  * * * * *

  While he listened to Doug Crenshaw drone on about the two men he’d suggested to replace the retiring shift supervisor, Dayton’s mind only took in half of what was being said. The other half of his concentration was centered on the list of activities he’d left for Elf to read. Anticipation hummed through his body, amping up his nerves to the point his senses were picking up on every sound, smell, and flavor he came in contact with.

  “…and after Felix cut off his hand we were able to reattach it with the staple gun,” Doug informed him.

  “What?” The question exploded from his lips once Doug’s words made sense.

  Crenshaw laughed, his age-lined face wrinkling even more as he shook his head, “Son, your head just isn’t on business right now.”

  Dayton didn’t take offence to Doug’s chastisement. “Did Felix…?” he started to ask then chuckled at his own gullibility.

  “’Course not,” Doug slapped Dayton’s shoulder. “I know better than to put that fool near any of the machines with a blade.”

  The blow was firm, the calloused palm heavy despite the two decades separating their ages. Doug Crenshaw had been one of his first hires when Dayton opened his store, and he’d never regretted putting the man in charge of the factory floor. Looking at the few staff members cleaning their stations and organizing their tools in the boxes or racks where they were stored, Dayton admitted, “You’re right, my mind isn’t on business right now, but I do want to see the recommendations you have for the position.”

  Doug nodded. “I’ll get a report to you after the holiday, but before the end of the year.”

  “Good.” Something in Doug’s face had Dayton suspecting there was more he wanted to say. “Was there something else, Doug?”

  “She’s a good choice,” the older man offered, his voice gruff but direct.

  “Who?”

  “Miss Elf.” Doug pulled out the rag he kept in his back pocket, and wiped his hands with it. “She’s a good choice for you.”

  Dayton could feel his grin fade, but Doug kept talking, ignoring the warning he knew was in his eyes.

  “She’s always listened to the workers when they had a question, or a complaint, or a concern they wanted to bring to you, and she’s got a good eye for what product will sell, and what won’t.” Shoving the rag back into his pants, Doug met Dayton’s glare with one of his own.

  Crossing his arms over his broad chest, the older man continued, “I know you didn’t
ask my opinion, but I’m givin’ it to you. Miss Elfina is a good woman, and she deserves the best. Around here, the best is you. I’ll also give you fair warning,” he wagged a gnarled finger at him, “you don’t treat her right, and there’s plenty of bucks around here more than willing to offer a shoulder to cry on, and arms to hold her if you hurt her.”

  The fury churning in his chest confused Dayton. Feeling it was expected. He’d always hated the constant observation and butting-in at the orphanage when he’d been growing up, but he understood it was the kids’ way of protecting what they considered theirs. Just as he understood his employees’ concern motivated their interest in his private life. No, he realized, it wasn’t the advice or interference Doug’s advice represented pissing him off, it was the fact other men thought they had the right to approach what was his.

  The instant the thought entered his mind, Dayton’s heart stopped then resumed beating at twice its normal rate. Just as it had unnerved him last night and this afternoon, the possessiveness he felt toward Elf was inexplicable. He’d never experienced it with any of his other lovers. Why, he demanded of himself, was he feeling it now?

  Knowing Doug was still watching him, Dayton schooled his features into the implacable mask he’d learned to don during the holidays. The older man had unsettled him with the forthright opinion, but showing the extent to which he’d been annoyed wasn’t acceptable. “I’ll take it under advisement, Doug. Why don’t you have the crews pack it in and head on home?”

  Doug shook his head. Rough fingertips scratched his thinning, gray hair, cropped close, and exposing his weathered scalp. “I’ll tell ‘em.” The expression in his copper brown eyes was resigned, sad almost as he watched Dayton, but he refrained from adding any other comments to his gruff farewell beyond a wish for a happy holiday.

  * * * * *

  “I thought for sure,” Elf muttered as she pulled items from her toiletries bag, dropping them onto the granite counter top. The different bits and pieces lay in front of her, but not the makeup remover she used to strip the mascara from her lashes. “Maybe.” She eyed the mirrored medicine cabinets. Reaching for a knob, she pulled it open. Nope, nothing related to female needs lined the shelves, just shaving cream, razors, a few first aid items, and a grooming kit.