She was as good as fired. Her secret was out. Santa, not Santas, had found her out. Great, some illiterate jerk controlled her fate. But who? And to what end?
Every time she came into contact with Jeffrey that shift, Kelli was sure he was going to expose her. She could almost see the gloating hint of a smile on his face. Was he just waiting for the perfect time to expose her secret? She could hardly function and people were noticing.
“Who’s giving you trouble, Shirley? Need me to take someone on for you?” Vincent had stopped watching his news broadcast to trail after her down the hall.
“There’s no one to take on,” she lied, not wanting to pull the elder man into her own woes. Squaring her shoulders, Kelli reined in her fear. Until her secret came out, she was being paid to do a job, and she resolved to do it well.
“My Stan will help her,” Maggie insisted. “She needs someone strong to watch out for her. I was telling him just this morning about what a nice girl our Shirley is. It’s a shame you don’t have a strong, powerful man to take care of you.”
Kelli groaned to herself. The mere thought of Maggie talking about her to the haughty man from the pictures in her residence made Kelli cringe. So much of dreaming about making love to the hot guy. She would forever recall him listening to his mom talk about poor, helpless Kelli, the night nurse with no personal life.
Jill had barely clocked in when Kelli cornered her. “Who is this guy you let work on my iPad? Did he tell you anything about it… me?”
Pulling off her coat and storing it with her purse in her locker, Jill did not appear to notice the drop off in Kelli’s voice. “He’s great, huh? I swear, he had your device up and running in less than a minute. One of the buttons got caught up in your case. How crazy is that? If we had spent a little more time working on it, we might have fixed it ourselves. He chuckled at your password when he put it in. Where did you come up with the idea of 3timestheFUN!, anyway? Stan said it was a brilliant choice, by the way. It had all the necessary components, capital and lower case letters, a number and a symbol.”
“Stan? As in Maggie’s Stan?” Kelli swallowed hard. “Please tell me he’s not that Stan.”
“Stan, Steven, Storm? I can never keep up. Anyway, he locked it up in the nurse’s office and made me promise no one would go in there but you. Then he went off to spend the morning with his mom. I better warn you. I think Maggie is trying to set you two up. She kept telling him how wonderful ‘Shirley’ is and he needed a nice girl in his life. In the past, he has always insisted nice girls bore him, but this morning he didn’t seem to be as opposed to the suggestion.”
Jill giggled as she turned to catch Kelli’s stricken expression. “Calm down, girlfriend. I doubt you need to concern yourself about Stan showing up with an engagement ring anytime soon. Besides, as far as he knows, your name is ‘Shirley,’ remember? He never visits his mom during your shift, right?”
There was that, Kelli told herself as she drove home. In all the time she had worked at the home, Maggie had not received a visitor during her nightly, working hours. Given enough time, maybe the man would forget all about the mousey, nice girl his mom kept babbling about. With luck, she would never have to face him.
The next day, Maggie delivered news of disaster. “Guess what, Shirley? I told Storm about you needing to find a Santa for Christmas Eve, and he agreed to do it for you. Steven can’t wait to meet you.” Kelli had been giving the dear woman her meds and almost accidently took one of the pills herself while modeling how to swallow.
Was it too late to call in sick for work? Kelli was jumpy for the rest of shift again. The sticky note she had found on her iPad mocked her thoughts. You’ve been a naughty girl. Santas. If Storm or Stan or Steven, whatever his name was, left her the message, why did he spell Santa wrong? He was supposed to be a successful businessman.
Christmas Eve found Kelli terrified every time someone arrived at the home. She had already passed out meds and was carrying around a tray of eggnog, offering residents plastic cups. It’s a Wonderful Life played on the television in the background, and the room overflowed with people as residents visited with family members. Only Maggie sat alone, watching the entrance closely.
“Maybe Storm couldn’t make it,” Kelli suggested, setting down the tray and taking a seat besides the elderly woman. It was horrible, but she took solace in the man’s absence. Maybe she had been fretting all this time for nothing. Could Maggie have been mixed up when she said her son was going to show up tonight and play Santa?
“Impossible,” Maggie insisted. “My boys never let me down. Oh, there’s Steven right now.”
Without turning her head, Kelli knew someone had just entered the hall. The television screen mirrored the opposite side the room, and the frame of a large man filled the entire screen. Her throat dried up and she reached for a cup of eggnog, trying not to flee in panic.
Maggie started waving her arms to call her visitor over.
“I better go check on Vincent,” Kelli stammered, wondering if she could sneak away before facing the man.
“Stanley, come over here and meet Shirley.” Maggie called and clutched the nurse’s arm as she started to leave.
A deep, sexy voice halted her escape. “Oh, Shirley, I have heard a lot about you for the past few months. You’ve become Mother’s favorite topic since arriving. I’m Steven Trehan.”
Her eyes locked on his large hand as Kelli slowly turned around to face him. It was large, not as callused as she had assumed it would be. He was handsome all right, her kind of handsome. “Not Stan?” she muttered dumbly.
“Afraid not. Momma often gets confused about names. Then again, I would think you already knew that, Kelli.”
She lifted the cup of eggnog to her lips and downed the last bit. Now what was she supposed to do?
He gave her a wink before bending down to kiss his mother on the check. “Has Santa arrived yet?”
“I thought you were supposed to be…” Kelli stammered, more confused than ever. “I was under the impression you would be bringing Santa with you.” She did not know why she felt the need to be coy about the subject. Everyone in the room knew the jolly old man was a myth, but somehow, she couldn’t even bring herself to admit the truth out loud. It was Christmas Eve; a time of magic and innocence and she couldn’t bring herself to ruin the atmosphere.
“Santa has his own sleigh. He doesn’t need a ride.” He pinned her with a grin. “Why, your cheeks are a lovely shade of pink, Kelli. Tell me, what did you ask Santa to bring you this year? Have you been a good, little girl?”
A booming voice saved her from replying. The door opened and a tall figure came bursting into the room. “Ho, ho, ho!” Kelli’s eyes flew to the newcomer. Dressed in a fuzzy red suit with white fur trim and carrying a bag, the man was the sexiest Santa she had ever seen. His emerald eyes roamed around the room before settling on her. She could have sworn he gave her a secret wink. Then again, maybe the gesture was meant for Maggie or… Turning to stare at Steven, Kelli suddenly realized why Maggie had trouble getting her own son’s name straight.
“You’re a twin, aren’t you?” she demanded, knowing for sure Steven had the same piercing green eyes as Santa.
“Twins?” He mocked her, picking up a plastic cup from the eggnog tray and bringing it to his lips. He took a sip before continuing. “No, naughty little Kelli girl. I am not a twin.”
“You are telling me he isn’t your identical twin brother?” Kelli did not stop to censor the skepticism in the tone of her words. He was playing with her. While his mere presence had her thinking erotic things, his toying with her frustrated her.
Another man shoved Santa aside as he entered the room. Dressed in business suit and tie, he was an exact copy of the man standing beside Maggie.
The old woman started waving her hands again. “Finally! All my boys are finally here now.”
“Triplets,” Steven explained as the other two men headed in their direction. He used his hand to pushed Kelli�
�s chin up, closing her gaping mouth. “Three times the fun, naughty little Kelli. Mother has been begging each of us to meet you. She has high hopes of marrying you off to one of us. She doesn’t know that her insistence we share our toys as boys has become sort of a… naughty habit we still enjoy. Any woman who hopes to catch our attention would need to be open to a more complex, interesting relationship. Momma’s nice little ‘Shirley’ was too dull and normal for such a notion. It’s one of the main reasons none of us dared to visit while you were on duty.”
Stan and Santa were embracing Maggie, who kept telling them to be on their best behavior around her dear friend Kelli.
Great! The woman being discussed groaned. Now Mrs. Trehan used her real name.
“Tell me, boys, was I wrong when I told you she was a stunning beauty? Unlike some of the people who work here,” Maggie’s eyes strayed over to where Jeffrey stood and her sons glanced in his direction, “this isn’t just job for this lovely lady. She really enjoys spending time with the people staying here.”
The brother dressed in a suit and tie, leaned down to speak for Kelli’s ears only. “She’s right, you know. You are quite stunning in your sweet Christmas dress. I bet you’re even more appealing out of it, though.”
Her knees nearly gave out, and Steven, dressed in jeans and a polo shirt reached over to casually steady her. Santa was pulled away by various volunteers, but Kelli still felt crowded in by the two remaining brothers. Maggie followed her son dressed as Jolly Saint Nick, leaving Kelli wondering if this was some strange dream she was having. Pinching herself, the night nurse flinched as a red welt raised on her arm.
Suit brother gave her a disapproving glare before picking up the wounded arm and using his firm lips to kiss away the sting. “Leave marking this flawless skin to the professionals, baby. We know just the right way to deliver a delicious, satisfying burn without leaving lasting marks.”
Jeans brother chuckled at her bewildered expression. “It would seem we made a terrible mistake staying away from you, naughty little Kelli. Your innocent persona is making me harder than I have been in years. When Stan told us about your preferred reading material, Storm and I knew it was time to finally meet you.”
“Thank goodness that button on your iPad got caught up in the case. You are testing the quality of the stitches in my pants, baby. Please tell me you are not going to run away and hide from us later tonight after the party. My brothers and I enjoy sharing the more pleasurable aspect of life. Your three Santas have some wonderful surprises in store for you. That is, if you decide you are interested.” One of his long fingers reached out to stroke her cheek.
Suit brother started nibbling on her right ear. A shock of pleasure pulsed through her core and Kelli’s eyes darted around the room, hoping no one noticed the telling sigh. Everyone was engrossed in Santa, who was handing out gifts to residents and workers alike.
“Before playtime, though, rules must be established and agreed to, of course. Do you have preferred safe words or should we come up with our own? I’m Master Stan, by the way.”
“Safe words?” Though she had read about such things countless times before, they had never been spoken aloud, and certainly not concerning her. “Like ‘onion’ for Maren Smith’s Masters of the Castle Series?”
“Interesting word choice. I like this Maren Smith. If we weren’t so intent on entertaining an innocent little nurse, my brothers and I would love to meet Ms. Smith. But I have a feeling you are going to be the naughty type of young lady who steals her way into men’s defenseless hearts. Will we be able to set you free after one play session?”
“You may refer to me as Master Steven,” the jeans brother spoke, and she jerked to face his way. “Don’t be afraid of us, baby. You are in control of what happens from here on out. Well, that’s not quite true. You hold the reins until you decide if you want to play with your three Santas tonight. Step into your office later tonight, and you are agreeing to give up control. Trust me, you won’t leave disappointed.”
Chapter 3
“Come sit on Santa’s lap,” Storm Trehan demanded after he had finally stopped mingling around the room and took a seat by the fireplace. It was easy to tell he was pissed off about having to leave his brothers alone with her. He crooked his finger toward Kelli.
The residents laughed as Kelli shook her head no. She had been frozen in the same spot ever since discovering Maggie had three sons. The two who stood guard beside her since then appeared to be daring her to try to walk away from their dominating conversation.
Master Stanley – or was it Master Steven? – pushed her in the general direction of the brother dressed in red. “Be careful,” one of them told her in a low, seductive whisper.
“He bites.” The other winked.
Frowning back at them, Kelli held herself stiff as she was pulled down firmly on a hard lap. An uncomfortable bulge rubbed against the back of her thighs.
“Has she been a good little girl?” Santa asked the elderly people around the room when she refused to even look at him.
Several vouched for her, but Kelli continued with her silence. Jeffrey was watching from the sidelines, Kelli realized, no doubt taking in every detail. If she fled now, he would report her for abandoning her duties. Only, she wasn’t technically on duty tonight. She was just a guest like the sensual Trehan brothers. But if she allowed herself to enjoy being the center of focus of three handsome men, her nasty co-worker would report her for getting too friendly with a resident’s family. She was screwed one way or another.
“Your three Santas have a clean bill of health, Kelli,” Storm growled in her ear. “Can we assume the same about you or should we bring along some wrapping for our gift exchange later on?”
Eyes popping, she could not help but turn her face to meet his gaze. His expression was severe, more so than his brothers, who lavished her with tantalizing smiles. Storm would be the more rigid of the three, less willing to compromise. Somehow Kelli found that incredibly seductive. He would demand her submission instead of trying to entice her acceptance. Maybe it was the allure of being about to accept what he offered, without facing the immediate reality of what doing so meant.
Then again, what if she was blowing this entire event into something other than a chance to tease a night nurse about her questionable reading choice? She wouldn’t allow them the satisfaction of making her feel shame. At least not at this moment, with so many people around to witness the event – especially Jeffrey, who was determined to prove she was a horrible person.
“I don’t know what you are suggesting, but…” Her voice was husky and she fought against clenching her thighs together with the sensations his words caused.
“Oh, sweet little Kelli, you are as delightful as I had hoped. Master Stanley and Master Steven think you are an experienced little minx, but I can see the innocence in your lovely eyes.”
“I’m no virgin, if that’s what you mean.” Her words, delivered at a pitch much louder than intended, had a few heads turning.
Vincent demanded his visiting son adjust his hearing aid. “Did she just say she’s not a vegan or a virgin?
Santa’s laughing ho ho ho, had everyone chuckling along. “Vegan, virgin, both are frustrated people who deny themselves life’s more pleasurable pastimes. I wager our sweet ‘Shirley Temple’ here is probably a virginal vegan. Mother, didn’t you saw something about singing Christmas carols? Now might be a good time.”
Kelli ears were ringing and her heart was beating at a dangerous pace. She was so stunned by the conversation with Master Storm, she had totally missed both Vincent’s declaration and Santa’s reply. It all sounded like gibberish as her mind whirled. Was this really happening? Things like this did not happen in real life. Did they?
“Aren’t you lucky Master Storm was able to save you from yourself, little girl? I take care of what is mine. You should know that. Deciding to play with me means you are agreeing to many things. Pleasure. Pain. Tears of release. I can promise all those,
but my devotion comes at a price. I will demand nothing less than complete trust.”
Joy to the World echoed across the hall, but Kelli was so entranced by Master Storm, she did not hear an off-key note. His words bounded around inside her head, pushing the very concept of who she was as a sexual being and challenging the notions she had over what was right and wrong.
“Even if you feel like you can’t hold back your climax a moment longer, take my cock deep down your throat or accommodate all three of your masters at the same time, you will immediately, without question, heed my orders. You may not be a virgin, but I doubt you have even begun to understand the levels of passion you are capable of reaching. You will agree to trust me. You will accept that I understand your limits better than you do yourself at this point in time. Trust me, though. My brothers and I will introduce you to a secret part of you, a part you have just begun to acknowledge.” Her master’s voice was full of a certainty which put Kelli into a hypnotic state.
Master Steven and Master Stanley were standing beside them now. All three men stared at her in a manner which terrified and intrigued her at the same time. She wanted to throw herself at their knees and beg them to teach her. Nothing seemed more right at this moment and time. Every secret fantasy she’d harbored since her teenage years pushed into her thought. She wanted to experience them all, now, before she had the chance to talk herself out of giving in.
“Do I follow you into the office now or…” she stammered, so unsure of what was expected of her at this point. Hopefully they did not want to her crawl behind them? What would she do if one of them pulled out a collar and leash and tried to attach it? Her panties were soaking wet, despite her fear. She shyly looked up to Master Storm, hoping to see how pleased he was at her acceptance.
Aside from adjusting himself, he gave no outward sign of approval. “You’ve got two hours to decide if you want to live out your secret fantasy.”
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