Tilting my head to the side, I reach for his chin, stroking it with my fingers and loving the rough prickles of hair beneath my touch. “Is that right? Well, I think I have just the thing for you, my little elf.”
I rub my thumb over his plump lips one more time, before undoing my belt and unzipping my pants to reveal the black lace panties underneath. He swallows hard and licks his pretty lips. I’m ready to feel them wrapped around me. “Go ahead, little elf, take my cock out of my panties.”
My cock springs free when his cold fingers brush the soft material to the side. The cold air is soon replaced with heat when he licks from the tip of my cock, down the underside of my shaft. I swallow back my moans, gripping his dark hair with my fingers. “Such a good little elf.”
My breaths are ragged as he takes me fully in, surrounding me with the heated walls of his mouth, and his tongue laps around me. I rock my hips forward, slowly at first, making sure it isn’t too much for him. He handles everything I give him so well that I increase my speed, fucking into his mouth deeper and faster, having him gag around me. “Tap me on the leg if it gets to be too much for you, little elf.”
His eyes water, he is smiling around my cock. He looks so beautiful with his mouth completely full of me. I hit the back of his throat unable to stop my orgasm from rising. Instead of fighting it, I pick up my speed, never taking my eyes off of the perfect vision of him. My body shakes and my balls constrict as I shoot my hot seed down the tightness of his throat. “Mmm such a perfect little hole you were for me, my little elf. Such a warm and tight little mouth you have.”
The soft moaning sounds he is making around my softening cock nearly have me growing hard again, ready for round two. We have plenty of time for that. After all, we still had Christmas day.
Chapter Thirteen
Michael
I whimper from the loss when Gray pulls out of my mouth, covering his cock back up with the black lace before buttoning up his pants. I was taken by complete surprise when he brought down his zipper, revealing the black lace panties he had hidden underneath. I nearly came in my pants right there when my hand grazed over them as I removed his long thick cock. It was the hottest thing I’d ever seen. It had me now wondering if he always wears them and if he would fuck me with them on.
I lick my lips one more time, tasting his remaining cum. I managed to catch most of it with my mouth, loving the salty taste sliding over my tongue. He frowns down at me when his eyes fall between my legs and take notice of the wet spot in my gray slacks. I was so focused on the way Gray looked and tasted, that I forgot I came in my pants like some teenager. Suddenly mortified by it, I rest my hands over my crotch, but it doesn’t matter because he already knew it’s there. I feel even more shame when he shakes his head down at me. “What have you done, little elf? I don’t believe I gave you permission to come. Did I?”
I shake my head, frowning. “I’m sorry, Santa, I’ve never done that before. I don’t know what came over me.” I am telling the truth too. I have never been so turned on from giving someone a blow job before. Normally I hated doing it, but Gray made it become something I needed and suddenly craved.
“Looks like this will be our last break for the day. Only patient little elves get breaks and you have not been a very patient elf.”
Heat rises in my cheeks. “But I have been patient, Santa. I’ve been working for hours without touching myself, not giving myself the relief I needed.”
“Yes, but you told me you could be more patient than that and it looks like you were wrong.”
“I’m sorry, Santa.”
“It’s okay, little elf, I’m sure next time you will be even more patient for me, and then I’ll give you the break you deserve.”
My eyes widen at the mention of there being a next time. Relief floods over me knowing there will be more breaks with Santa in the future.
“Clean yourself up, Mikey. The food will be here soon. I’ll be in my office in the meantime.”
Him using my name tells me that playtime is over, and I want to pout and whine, but the thought of not taking breaks with Santa tomorrow has me sitting back in my chair quietly. I stare down at the wetness in my pants and groan. What a fucking mess. Thankfully, I now bring a set of backups after spilling Gray’s coffee on myself many times in the past when I went on coffee runs on the weekends we worked.
I reach into my bag, pulling out a pair of black slacks and hurry off to the bathroom to clean up and change. When I come back out, I trade my gray blazer for my black one and take a seat back in my chair. When the downstairs bell rings letting me know the food is here, it doesn’t take me long to be back on my feet.
I ride the elevator down to the first floor to meet the delivery guy. The delicious smell of sauce coming off the food has my stomach talking again so loud the delivery guy hears it. He has an annoyed look on his face, I’m sure from having to be here on Christmas Eve. The feeling is mutual, buddy. At least you didn’t come in your pants tonight in front of your boss. I hurry back up to the third floor with the heavy weight of food in my hand. I’m starting to wonder if Gray ordered the whole menu.
Gray is already waiting in the main office and sitting his hot ass on my desk, smiling my way. “Did you make sure they gave us everything?”
Rolling my eyes, I set the food down beside him. “That’s hard to do when I don’t know what you ordered.”
“I guess you do have a point.” He searches through the bags, pulling out all the containers and setting them beside each other on my desk. “I guess we can eat here. Saves us a trip to the break room. Then we can look over what you have drawn up so far while we eat.”
“Sounds like a really good time.” I take a seat in my chair, rolling it closer to the food. We eat mostly in silence and when I’m about to shove my last egg roll in my mouth, Gray pulls up a chair beside me, reaching for my digital drawing pad. His pleased sounds as he scrolls through my drawings tells me I won’t have to start over and am on the right track. “I think they will love these new plans. Looks to be exactly what they described in the email and on the notes they made on the original plan.”
“Good,” I say with a mouthful of egg roll, which I doubt earns me any sexy points. I can’t imagine we will be eating food during future playtime. Wait, did I just say future playtime? It’s not like this is going to become a regular thing. I’m sure Gray has many other little elves he can play with. After all, he did buy that butt plug for someone else.
A tinge of jealousy hits me in the gut at the thought of Gray giving it to someone else. I wonder how many gifts he has given out with notes that say, ‘Make sure you wear this at the office’.
I shouldn’t even care who he gives gifts to and who he plays with. This was never supposed to happen between us to begin with. I was never supposed to suck my boss’s cock at my desk while calling him Santa. If I want to be upset, it should be at myself for letting this go too far and for letting the man beside me affect me this way. Being with Gray today had me flying high, and now that I know what it’s like to float off the ground, I never want to come down again.
Chapter Fourteen
Gray
It’s quiet when I step onto the elevator with Michael and he seems so far away, leaving too much space between us. When the elevator doors open, he practically jumps out and I have trouble catching up with him, my body being heavy with exhaustion. So, I stop trying as my shoes slide against the ice on the cement flooring of the garage. I let him slip into his car without giving him the proper goodbye my lips badly want.
The freezing air has me tightening my coat against my chest and rushing off into my own car, impatiently waiting for the heat to come on. The drive seems slower and longer than usual with me taking my time on the slick streets. They are covered in snow and ice resembling smooth icing on a cake.
“Let It Snow,” plays on the radio when I’m pulling into the driveway of my dark, subtle home. I’m surrounded by brightly decorated houses with lights that are almost blind
ing every time I drive down my street. It makes my head hurt. I didn’t always hate Christmas, and it wasn’t necessarily Christmas that I hated. It was the memories it brought.
Every year it takes me back to that day when I allowed myself to be vulnerable and put myself out there. The day that was supposed to be the best day of my life turned out to be the worst day of my life. I swore after that I would never put myself in that situation again. But there I was laying out nearly all my secrets in front of Michael, ready for him to laugh in my face and get up and walk away. But he never did. He still looked at me with heat and want in his eyes. If anything, it only grew, causing a tingling sensation inside me.
My house seems emptier and darker than usual when I push open the door. It was usually a breath of fresh air, but not tonight. The air is stiffer and the silence only makes the memories louder in my head. It no longer gives me the comfort I need. It’s missing something. The one thing that lit up my office today, more than any Christmas light ever could, was Michael-my little elf. I reach for my phone, and just stare at it, feeling completely at war with myself when I keep writing a text message, just to delete it right away. I finally give in and hit send instead of backspacing.
Me: Hey there, little elf.
Waiting for a response feels like a lifetime. I feel like time is eating away at me with each minute that passes by.
Mikey: Hey there, Santa. It’s a bit late for a break.
Smiling, I tug off my scarf and coat, not caring where they land, and stride toward my room.
Me: Is it? Everyone can always use breaks. Even when at home.
Right now, I could use a break from the memories. I needed a distraction to keep me afloat, so I was no longer drowning. I knew my little elf would be the perfect one. When we were in my office earlier, for a moment I forgot why I hated Christmas so much. I’m ready to forget again.
Mikey: I suppose that’s true. What exactly will this break entail, Santa?
Me: Check your briefcase. I left you a small gift when you went down to get the food.
Mikey: I thought this wasn’t for me.
Me: Turns out, you’re the only one I want wearing it. Will you wear it for Santa, little elf? It would make him very happy.
He doesn’t answer for a long time. To keep myself distracted, I wash up for bed and strip down to my panties. Not wanting to change them, not wanting to get rid of any part of me that Michael touched. I unhook the garters, step out of my black stockings, and set them on my dresser. Before I can slide under my comforter, my phone goes off.
My cock constricts in the confinement of my underwear, nearly poking out at the top after I see a picture that shows up on my phone.
Such a dirty little elf. Santa’s dirty little elf.
Michael is resting on his hands and knees with his legs spread apart. He is completely naked, in nothing but the socks I got him, and the black plug resting between his perfectly plump tanned cheeks. My mouth is watering and I’m struggling to keep myself from drooling on my phone.
Me: So, fucking pretty. Santa wants you to keep it in all night. You think you can do that for me?
Mikey: That’s too long, Santa.
Me: You do want to make Santa happy, don’t you? Besides, you were a bad little elf today and you still need to make it up to me if you want a reward.
Mikey: I do. I like making Santa happy and I like it even more when Santa rewards me.
Me: That’s my good little elf. Remember, no touching yourself and no cumming. You can only remove it to use the bathroom and clean yourself, but then it needs to go right back in.
Mikey: I thought the rules only applied when at work.
Me: It’s for as long as you want to be Santa’s little elf.
Mikey: Yes, Santa.
I click on an app connected to my little elf’s gift and open up the control options. I went back to the same store and bought a better one that connects to Wi-Fi, this way I can drive my little elf crazy from anywhere with just a few quick clicks of my phone. I hit the slow vibration button, smiling to myself and wishing I was there to see my little elf writhing against his bed in frustration. I bet he is gorgeous while spread out on his bed, resisting the urge to come. I increase the speed and my phone goes off.
Mikey: How are you doing that?
Me: I have my ways. Maybe I’ll show you tomorrow. Goodnight, Mikey.
I certainly had a good night and am more than sure I’ll have an even better morning. I hit the off button on the app and set my phone back on the charger.
Chapter Fifteen
Michael
I wake up with an ache in my ass, reminding me that the butt plug is still there, and that Gray can turn it on at any minute. Luckily, he doesn’t as I get ready for work or when I eat a bowl of bland oatmeal standing up. Sitting down in my car isn’t very pleasant and I can feel the plug easing its way further inside me the more I press against the seat, squeezing my cheeks tighter. The roads are just as bad as yesterday and I left my place early to give myself time to drive to work safely. Parking under the carport in front of my apartment building keeps me from having to shovel snow off my car this morning. When I arrive at work, I run toward the elevator to escape the freezing air that surrounds the garage.
Gray is already in the office, sipping on a cup of gourmet coffee he managed to pick up himself. I don’t think I’ve ever seen Gray pick up his own coffee before today. As I approach my desk, I notice a matching cup sitting on top waiting for me. He certainly has never gotten me coffee before. I sure hope this isn’t the reward I was promised last night. I reach for my coffee, sipping on it while standing up.
“Is something wrong with your chair this morning, Mikey?”
My cheeks grow as hot as the cup in my hand. “No, Sir. I just prefer to drink my coffee standing up.”
He arches a brow and a sexy as fuck grin plays on his lips. “Since when?”
Since you asked me to sleep with a butt plug in my ass, I want to say. Instead I force a smile onto my face and take a seat in my chair, slowly, trying hard not to look as uncomfortable as I feel. He laughs, letting me know I failed.
“I hope to get an early start on work today, hopefully without “Frosty the Snowman” playing in the background.”
I nod, pulling up yesterday’s work. “It’s a good thing that song isn’t on my playlist then,” I say with a smile.
He huffs, walking into his office and shutting the door behind him. As I’m about to look over the plans from yesterday, a surge of vibrations shoot up my ass, making me slam my fists against the wooden desk. My phone goes off and I wait for the pulse in my ass to die down before reaching for it.
Gray: Careful, little elf. Remember who is in charge here and who holds all the power.
A delicious shiver runs down my spine at the thought of Gray having all the control. Maybe it should bother me and maybe I should walk right in his office and tell him I didn’t want to play his little games anymore. But not only would I be lying to him; I would be lying to myself. Because instead of feeling degraded and beneath him, I felt a rush of power flow through my veins knowing I could end this anytime I want. Knowing with the mention of two little words, this would be over. The thought of using those words bothered me more than the plug in my ass did.
After a few hours of working and trying to work out the perfect sitting positions that would help me feel the plug less, I walk to the break room in search of leftover dessert from the potluck. I’m in luck when I stumble on a tray of wrapped sugar cookies in the shape of Christmas trees in sparkling red and green. I reach for one, and the first bite is sweet and melts on my tongue, waking up my taste buds. It is a nice change after the bitter coffee that lingered in my mouth the last hour. The break room door opens and Gray steps inside with wandering eyes.
“Taking a break already?”
I shake my head. “I just came in here to grab a snack.”
“A very unhealthy snack I see. At least it’s better than those nasty chips you usually
eat.”
Rolling my eyes, I take another bite of the sweet cookie. “Whatever. No one is making you eat them.”
“No, I suppose not. But when I get the sudden urge to taste my little elf, I’d much rather taste sugar than salt and vinegar.”
He walks up to me, tugging on my lower lip with his fingers and takes a bite of the cookie in my hands. “That’s a good cookie. But it could be better.”
Before I can say anything, his warm lips are on mine and the cookie begins to slip from my fingers. Him pulling away helps me stop it from falling completely out of my hand. But when he licks his lips, I nearly lose control of all my limbs. “Mmm, now that’s better,” he mutters against my lips.
I push my glasses up my nose as if it will help me see clearer. My mind is still fuzzy from that kiss and the taste of Gray’s tongue in my mouth. He tastes of vanilla from his latte and the cinnamon from the Altoids he always eats. “Yeah, much better,” I say in a whisper. “I should get back to work.”
Before I can move any further his hand presses against my chest. “Make sure to take some veggies back to your desk as well. My little elf will need his energy for later, and those cookies will only have you crashing later.”
“Yes, Sir.”
He steps out of my way and I grab some carrots from the veggie tray in the fridge before heading back to my desk. A few more hours of work have me hungry again, but before I can walk to the break room, Gray walks out, moving in his usual confident strides. “Ready for lunch?”
“Yes, I’m starving. I really did make a lot of progress so we shouldn’t be staying too late today.”
He nods, smiling genuinely. Gray’s smiles are usually mocking or mischievous, but not now. This smile is different, bringing a wonderful light to his eyes. “Good, I ordered us some food and it should be here soon. I hope you’re in the mood for sub sandwiches.”
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