Twelve Quickies Of Christmas Book 10: Hot For Santa

by Lacey Alexander

  Amy didn’t move. She really liked it just fine where she was—now that she’d grown used to his imposing nude presence, she didn’t particularly want to leave his sturdy thigh.

  “Do it,” he snapped lightly, making her flinch. Her pussy spasmed as she hurriedly rose from his lap and knelt on the floor next to him.

  He pointed toward the nearest gift. “Open that one.”

  It looked like a sweater box, but she had a feeling it contained something much more interesting. Chills of anticipation ran up her arms and down her spine as she slowly unwrapped the gift, finally taking the lid off the box and spreading the tissue paper inside to find a red velvet corset and a pair of red stockings. Despite the lushness of the velvet, the silver clasps that snapped it shut—along with the silver rings on the garters—said it was lingerie designed for obedience.

  Her chest tightened with excitement, making it difficult to breathe. He hadn’t been kidding about punishing her. It instantly brought back a part of the conversation they’d shared that one intoxicated evening when he’d grilled her on her tastes in bed play.

  “How do you feel about domination and submission?” he’d asked.

  Before he’d posed the question, she’d never had any interest in it, but imagining it with him had instantly sounded intriguing, so she’d said, “For a guy I really liked, I’d be willing to experiment with it.”

  So it appeared they’d experiment with it together.

  Then again, maybe Cole did this all the time. Maybe he’d mastered being a master, which would mean the only person who didn’t know for sure what would happen here was her. Another little shiver edged up her spine, radiating outward through her limbs, as she thought, Don’t act nervous, even if you are. Don’t be shy or embarrassed. Embrace this.

  “Go put it on.” He pointed to the next room.

  Her heart pounded a mile a minute as she gathered the corset and stockings, then stepped into his bedroom and turned on a lamp. As she stripped down to her plain white underwear, she glanced in the mirror above his dresser and was suddenly very glad he’d provided the lingerie for the evening.

  Shedding her bra and undies, she wrapped the plush corset around her, securing the metal hooks and pulling the laces tight. A perfect fit, the corset accentuated her hourglass shape and thrust her breasts nearly to her chin. The lush velvet barely concealed her nipples and the garment’s silky lining rubbed against the taut nubs, making them harder still.

  Next she pulled the silken stockings slowly up her legs, attaching them to the garters suspended from the hip-length bustier. It was only as she glanced toward the mirror once more that she realized she hadn’t opened a pair of panties to go with the ensemble. Every pore of her body seemed to tighten at the realization. She dropped her gaze in the mirror to her clean-shaven slit, gaping open to reveal her hungry clit and pussy lips. It looked pretty, and oh-so-ready, and she couldn’t wait to show it to Cole.

  As she began walking toward the living room, the elastic garters slid against her hips and ass, creating a lovely bit of friction on her sensitized skin. The tight corset hugged every curve, clinging deliciously to her stomach, waist, and breasts. By the time she stepped through the doorway, she felt like the ultimate Christmas toy for Cole—and she didn’t even need to be unwrapped.

  * * * * *

  Cole could have sworn his cock grew another inch at the sight of Amy in red velvet. Her honey blonde hair fell in soft waves about her shoulders. Her luscious breasts, before now just shadows of cleavage or mounds hidden beneath sweaters, were on proud display from her rosy areolas up, their ample curves pushed high on her chest. Between the red straps of the garters, her hot, bare pussy glistened for him. He’d never pictured Amy as the kind of girl who would shave her pubic hair, yet only a small tuft of it remained above the naked lips of her sweet cunt.

  Every ounce of his body was super-charged with her acquiescence—now he only hoped she’d agree to all his requests. He’d spent the last year with the wrong girl, and when Lisa had told him Amy had a crush on him, he’d at first felt dumb as a stump, but just as quickly had been hit with the feeling that she was the right girl. For now, and for a lot longer, too. Her compliance with his sensual game so far bolstered that feeling.

  He wanted desperately to lower the red velvet and suck on her nipples, wanted to ram his cock deep into her lovely pink pussy. And it would be all too easy to lose control at the very sight of her, but he had to restrain himself. Holding back would bring them both more pleasure in the end, and God, how he wanted to bring her pleasure.

  “Very nice,” he said, before pointing to another gift. “Now open that one.”

  He watched intently as she kneeled by the tree and ripped the paper off the next box, discovering a pair of black leather thigh high boots with four-inch heels. Boots made for fucking. Judging from the slight heave of her breasts within their velvet confines and the instant anticipation filling her gaze, she liked them. She glanced at the side of the box, then raised her eyes to his. “How did you know my size?”

  “The same way Santa knows what to get for all boys and girls. Magic.” Actually, he’d peeked in her bag when she’d bought a new pair of shoes on their lunch break last Saturday.

  She offered a soft smile. “What next?” Her voice came out heated, breathy, her excitement beginning to build just like he wanted it to.

  “Bring them to me,” he instructed.

  Taking the tall boots from her hand, he placed one on the floor in front of her. Curling his hand warmly around her nylon-clad calf, he helped her ease her foot down into the soft black leather. With painstaking movements, he tightened the laces, inch by inch, drawing the boot snug to her ankle, calf, thigh. Tying a bow at the top, he lowered his mouth to her thigh, delivering a gentle bite just next to the garter. She let out a light moan that traveled straight to his cock.

  He laced her into the other boot in the same slow fashion, aware that she watched his every move, felt his every touch as he bound her into the leather. When he was done, he lifted his gaze to her face. “Walk over to the fireplace. Let me see you.”

  As she strolled across the room, the tight, high boots made her shapely legs look a mile long. It might be Christmas Eve, but she sizzled hotter than the fourth of July. Pausing by the hearth to let him study her from behind, she wiggled her bare ass ever-so-slightly, then turned and made her way back, her hips swaying, her eyes filled with unmistakable heat. She stopped directly in front of him and he studied the curve of her cunt, as well as the pink clit jutting out, waiting for attention. Attention it wouldn’t be getting for a while yet, according to his plan of slow but intense arousal.

  Even so, he reached out, unable to resist gently cupping the nude mound in his palm. She shuddered as he raked his fingertips over the ultra-smooth skin. He pulled his hand away and looked up into her crystal blue eyes. “Only bad little girls shave their pussies.”

  Her gaze was glassy, sexy, expectant. “Then that proves just how bad I am. I should definitely be punished.”

  Cole pulled his legs together, his cock still standing at full attention, stretching up over his abdomen. “I’m going to have to give you a spanking, naughty little girl. Bend over my knees.”

  Instantly, he found her soft curves stretched across his thighs, her round ass centered over him as she used the arm of the chair to support her upper body. Damn, just feeling her heat against him sent another furnace blast of excitement to his cock.

  “You’ve got a pretty ass,” he said softly, then brought the flat of his hand down hard across one cheek.

  She cried out, a sound he perceived as half pain-half pleasure, and the slight sting to his palm echoed up through his arm, down through his torso.

  He slapped her ass again, hard, and this time her cry was definitely a hot groan.

  “Tell me you’re bad,” he ordered.

  When she didn’t respond right away, he struck her ass again. “Tell me.”

  “Oh, spank me, Santa,” she cooed
in an utterly sexy voice. “I’ve been a bad little girl. Spank me hard.”

  His cock stiffened even further and he rewarded her with more arousing whacks to her lovely ass, where a red mark had begun to appear in the firelight.

  “Oooh, yes, spank me! Spank me!”

  God, she was hot. So fucking hot that he was sorely tempted to sink his fingers down between the crack of her ass into her wet pussy, more than ready to feel the slick heat of her warm, tight passage—but no, this was supposed to be punishment, after all, and she sounded like she was having far too good of a time. Her pussy would have to wait.

  After a few more nice hard slaps to her luscious ass, he stopped abruptly. “Get up.”

  When she stood before him again, her eyes brimmed with a new fire, a darkness that told him—oh yes—she was having a very good time getting disciplined.

  He pointed to another gift, which she knelt beside and began to unwrap, looking as anxious as a kid on Christmas morning. “Oh…” she gasped softly when she saw the red handcuffs and red satin sleep mask—or in this case, holiday bondage mask. Setting the box aside, she rose back to her heels and turned her gaze on him, as if waiting for his next instruction. He had to hold back a satisfied smile at how deeply and easily she’d let herself be drawn into the game.

  “Hand me the cuffs, but first turn your back to me and bend over very slowly to get them.”

  She pivoted away from him and leaned at the waist to pluck up the red handcuffs, giving him a luscious rear view of her pink slit.

  “Very nice, baby,” he murmured, taking the cuffs from her outstretched hand. “Keep your ass to me and put your hands behind your back.” He locked the cuffs around her wrist—one snap, then two—his stomach contracting with the excitement of subduing her. “Now go sit down on the couch.”

  Her eyes took on a glassy sheen and her cheeks diffused with rosy anticipation as she settled on the nearby sofa, the firelight dappling her skin. Finally rising from his relaxed position in the chair, he picked up the red mask and walked toward her.

  “Spread your legs.”

  She parted her thighs on command and he dropped his gaze to her pretty cunt. She looked so wet that she had to be soaking the couch cushion with her juices. He stepped between her knees and said, “Now move a little closer to the edge.”

  Sitting up straighter, she inched forward until he commanded, “Stop.”

  Her face was at eye level with his cock, only a few inches away. Her gaze locked onto his erection and she looked downright hungry. Damn, she really was a bad girl. He’d hoped like hell, but had never really believed she would be so into this kind of foreplay. Her hunger and lack of fear got him even hotter.

  He slid the satin mask over her eyes, covering them completely. She sat very still, calm, giving her lip a sexy little bite. He wished he had a camera so he could photograph her like this, so he could freeze the vision and keep it forever—his perfect little submissive, just waiting to see what he would demand of her.

  “Open your pretty mouth for me, bad girl.”

  She parted her lips wide, letting her tongue lay lightly on her bottom lip—clearly waiting for his cock. He smiled. Dirty, wicked little girl.

  “There’s something I want you to taste,” he said softly. “Are you ready?”

  She nodded, mouth still in perfect cock-sucking position.

  Reaching behind him to the coffee table, he picked up the thick candy cane he’d placed there earlier, sliding it slowly onto her waiting tongue. Beneath the red satin, the corners of her mouth turned up in a small grin as a sound of amusement escaped her throat.

  He leaned near her, whispering “Suck it for me.”

  As her lips closed firmly over the stick of candy, his cock jolted. He slid the candy cane deeper into her accepting mouth, once, twice, three times, and when he slowly pulled it back out, she flicked her tongue over the end of it so sensually that he almost felt it at the tip of his erection.

  Setting the candy cane aside, Cole reached out, stroking his hands through her hair, repositioning himself so that his cock was dangerously near the heaven of her lips, tinted dark candy red from the peppermint stripes. He heard his own breath come faster as he wrapped his fist around the base of his shaft, nudging the head lightly against her mouth.

  She opened for him, but he pulled back, away—punishing himself as much as her.

  Her smile gone, she whimpered in frustration.

  “You want this, baby?” he purred. “You want this cock in your mouth?”

  “Mmm, yes.”

  He considered teasing her some more, making her work harder, making her beg, but he didn’t think his body could take it. So he steadied his hard-on level with her face, then eased it in.

  Her moan of delight as her wet lips closed around him made him tremble. Damn, she was good. He slid his cock smoothly, deeply into the recesses of her warm mouth, watching how calm she remained, calm but determined, leaning forward to take even more than he offered. He moaned and pushed deeper, deeper still, until well over half of his erection was buried between those pretty red lips.

  He pulled in his breath slightly as a cool, tingling sensation echoed through his hard-on—from the peppermint lingering in her mouth, he supposed. He’d never felt anything like it and it added infinitely to the pleasure rippling through his body.

  His cock pulsed like mad, and for a few seconds he thought he might explode, but then she backed off, falling into a warm rhythm, taking it in, sliding back on it, taking it in, sliding back. “Mmm, yeah, baby,” he growled. “Just like that.”

  Just watching her provided nearly as much enjoyment as her mouth did. He’d never seen a woman appear so voracious, yet so submissive at the same time. His long, deep strokes between her lips soon turned into fucking her mouth—gently but thoroughly. He loved her trust—she couldn’t see, couldn’t touch, but she trusted him not to push too far, not to give her anything she couldn’t handle. “You suck my cock so good, baby,” he breathed over her.

  * * * * *

  Amy let his words fill her senses as much as his enormous cock filled her mouth. One part of her could scarcely believe she could even wrap her lips around his thick shaft, let alone take it all the way to her throat, but by the time he’d slid it in, she’d wanted it so damn bad she hadn’t even thought about being intimidated by his size. She’d just accepted it, reveled in it, swallowing as much of him as she could.

  Not being able to see increased her sense of how big he was as she relished every solid inch that moved in and out of her mouth. Having her arms trapped behind her back was at once frustrating and exciting—it took away her control, yet she wanted it that way, wanted him to have as much power over her as he wished, wanted to be his Christmas sex slave.

  “Do you want to see, baby? Do you want to see what you’re sucking?”

  “Mmm,” she answered around his big cock, nodding. She enjoyed being blindfolded for him, but if he was offering to let her feast her eyes on him, she couldn’t bear to turn it down.

  He swept the mask away from her eyes and she spied the tremendous column moving in and out of her mouth. She wished she could take more of him, all of him, but he was at least nine or ten hard, beautiful inches. After admiring the sight of his hot cock, all silk over steel, small veins curving around it, she lifted her gaze to his, locking on his eyes while she sucked him. The way he towered over her made her feel all the more like his sex slave.

  She would have loved to suck his cock all night, but finally, he withdrew his hands from her hair, his shaft from her mouth, which was suddenly tired and swollen upon his retreat.

  She smiled up at him. “How do you want to punish me now, Cole?”

  At the use of his name—the first time tonight she’d called him anything but Santa—a flash of unexpected warmth passed through his gaze before his sterner look came back, along with another wicked grin. “Turn around.”

  Amy sucked in her breath at the request, and then turned her back to him, getti
ng to her knees on the couch. Fuck me, she thought. Please fuck me. She arched her ass toward him.

  But he was only unlocking her handcuffs. Like her mouth, she didn’t realize her arms were sore until they were free.

  Running one hand smoothly over her ass, he said, “Sit back down.”

  By the time she did so, he was crossing the room away from her, giving her the chance to see his firm, sexy ass for the first time. He knelt next to the tree, plucking up the last small gift. “One more,” he said, returning to place the present in her hand. It looked like a tie box, but smaller. Or a jewelry box, but bigger.

  Amy’s heart pulsed against her chest as she pulled off the shiny paper and lifted the lid. She gasped at the sight of the red vibrator inside. It seemed to vastly widen the boundaries of what might happen now, making her slightly nervous again, even as a thickening hum of excitement rippled through her body.

  “Look at me,” he said, his voice deep, unyielding.

  Somehow, with the vibrator lying in an open box on her lap, it was a little more challenging to lift her gaze. She forced herself to look up and her breath caught in her throat. A lock of dark hair peeked from beneath the Santa hat, dipping over his forehead. His eyes glimmered with determined lust.

  There wasn’t anything she wouldn’t do for him tonight, nothing she wouldn’t let him do to her.

  And with that thought, she let go of the last little bit of self-consciousness in her soul and turned the dirty girl loose. “Are you going to put this in my pussy?”

  Please say yes. She had to have it now—she thought she would die without it. Her poor cunt felt so empty and neglected.

  He shook his head. “This is a punishment, remember?” He quirked a grin. “Even if you have liked it so far.”

  She bit her lip. “Then what are you going to do with it?”

  “I’m not doing anything with it. You are.”