12 Naughty Days of Christmas 2018

by Isabella Kole

  This was where she was supposed to turn bratty, say something to challenge her lovers, remind them she was still in control – at least in theory. Instead she was completely honest. “I’ll do my best,” she offered. It was all she could promise.

  “We wouldn’t expect anything less.” Her channel was breached slowly, as he sank deep inside, inch by inch, satisfied grunt by satisfied grunt. “She’s even tighter than we could have imagined. It will take a lot of time and patience before two of us will be able to claim her at once.”

  Kelli stiffened. Fear filled her for the first time. “I…” Her safe word sat at the very tip of her tongue, ready to escape if needed.

  Master Stanley knelt before her, lifting her chin until she could see his soft green eyes. “Take a deep breath. Tonight is only about getting to know each other. One at a time. Storm is going first because he is best at reading your reactions. He will help you climb to the very edge again. Then Steven will fill you, because he is about to explode and once you start coming, I expect he will kill anyone who tries to keep him out of you.”

  “What about you?” she asked, her voice weak, but her faith restored.

  “I’m the finishing course, baby girl. You will be coming off your high when I slid deep inside you. I plan to help you come again, only this time, it will be your swollen clit which sends you over. Each time I pump inside you, my finger will be sliding across your nub. By the time I find my release, you will be screaming your satisfaction again.”

  It all sounded too perfect to be true. Three gorgeous men, all talented lovers, working as a team to make her explode. What if she couldn’t reach the peaks Master Stanley suggested? Disappointing them was the last thing she wanted to do.

  A sharp slap altered her fretting.

  Throwing her head back, she frowned at Master Storm, but he was not the offending brother.

  Master Steven was tracing the outline of his hand against her skin. “She’s worrying too much. Give her something else to focus on,” he told Stanley.

  “With pleasure.” Master Stanley replied and she turned back to study him. It was hard to focus, as Storm’s movements inside her made her ache in a new, wonderful manner. Before she could reason through the suggestion, Kelli found a pulsing cock pushed toward her lips.

  “Since I have the longest to wait, the least you can do is keep me ready.”

  This is a new sensation for her. It was not as easy to give pleasure with her mouth while someone was pumping into her from behind. She tried to cover her teeth with her lips, worked hard to hold herself steady so she didn’t lose her balance. Finding her rhythms took concentration and her fears melted away. She was almost relaxed, Kelli discovered. Then her body started tensing, her knees grew weak and she forgot about anything but feeling, enjoying, flying.

  Master Storm’s fingers dug into her hips and he pulled her back and shoved inside her at the same time.

  His response filled her with a surge of power and wonder. Kelli thought she might black out from the rush of feelings coursing through her very being. She longed to turn so she could watch Storm, but Stanley continued holding her head in place, moving in and out of her mouth.

  Master Steven’s cock filled the void left by Storm. He moved at a rapid pace, forcing her to freeze mid-climax.

  Higher and higher she soared, her body trying to grasp onto a glorious wave of release. Then she broke into a million pieces, her body floating, her brain overwhelmed. Master Steven shouted her name and he stayed buried deep inside her until Master Stanley freed her mouth and made his way around behind her.

  She watched with blurry eyes as he used his hands to guide himself into her throbbing channel. Kelli was spent, coming down from a sensation she did not know existed.

  Then Maser Stanley reached his hand over her waist and down to her clit.

  Her eyes grew large, and Storm chuckled at her surprise. This release was different, her nub becoming so sensitive, Kelli was sure it would explode. Each of their names came rushing past her lips and she let go of any semblance of control and turned herself over to the pleasure.

  Kelli saw the folded note taped to her locker a few days later. For a moment she assumed it was another gift or token from her masters. Since their first night together, the three brothers had been spoiling her. Flowers filled both her apartment and office. But the handwriting scrawled across the envelope was not neat and precise like she had come to expect from her men.

  Making sure no one was watching, she torn it open and pulled out the letter inside. It took me a while, but I finally have the proof I need to get you fired. You might as well start sending out your resume, Kelli Kinler. Once the owners of the nursing home find out what a whore you are, you will be gone.

  Jeffrey had the gall to sign his name.

  Her dream job was over. No more talks with Maggie or visits with Vincent. Working in the ER would not afford her the flexible schedule she enjoyed now. But it beat returning to another nursing home where patients were forgotten and lonely. Hell and damnation. She had never been so happy and so miserable at the same time.

  She could feel eyes trained on her back and turned to see Jeffrey standing at the door, an ugly grin dominating his face.

  “Mrs. Trehan is looking for you again. I wonder who she is going to cry to when you are gone? Oh, well, that wouldn’t be your concern soon, will it?”

  Holding herself tall, Kelli faced him without emotion. “I’m not gone, yet. We both have jobs to do. I suggest you concentrate on making sure you take care of your own concerns.”

  Pushing the medicine cart around, Kelli refused to cry. This might be the last time she got to see the dear residents who had become her friends. Whoever replaced her would be lucky, she did not have to worry about their welfare. The owners of the nursing home would be sure the patients were well care for. Aside from Jeffrey, the staff was professional, skilled and loving.

  “There you are, Shirley. I was worried you forgot about our dinner date tonight.” Maggie Trehan rounded the corner. “Shall we take my car or yours?” The older woman started digging in her purse again. “Now where did I put my keys?”

  “Momma, we took away your keys years ago.”

  Kelli jumped at Storm’s words. She turned around to see that the brothers had arrived without her knowledge.

  “Why would you take my keys?” Maggie frowned.

  “Because we promised Dad to keep you alive and well before he passed away.” Stanley bent down and gave his mother a peck on the check. Then he repeated the gesture with Kelli and gave her a sexy wink.

  “I’m driving, anyway,” Steven told them, holding up his keys.

  “Are you taking your mother out for dinner tonight?” Kelli asked, checking her charts to see if the dear woman had already been fed. She wished she could ask the brothers to join her in her office. They would help her figure out how to proceed. Maybe they could even help her plan her response when management arrived to terminate her job.

  Before she could make up her mind, another nurse walked over to where they stood. “Excuse me, but I am supposed to be handling the medicine tonight. You’re Kelli, right? I was told you would not be covering this shift tonight.”

  Jeffrey was standing off to the side, watching everything.

  Kelli saw him smirk as her replacement arrived. At least the owners could have taken the time to tell her she was fired before replacing her. “I was not aware I had been removed from the schedule.” She told the woman. Don’t take it out on her, Kelli ordered herself. The poor girl did not know what had happened.

  “That’s my fault,” Storm explained. “After the board meeting this afternoon, we came up with the plan to go out tonight. I wanted to make sure you were free so I rushed to find a last-minute replacement.”

  “Board meeting?” None of this was making any sense to Kelli.

  “The nursing home board of directors. The Trehan family owns the place, and we sit in on important meetings about how it is run,” Steven explained.r />
  “Some serious charges were lodged against one of the staff members. After hearing all the facts, we agreed it was necessary to remove the offending party.” Stanley scanned the room and his eyes came to rest on Jeffrey.

  “If you will excuse us for a few minutes, ladies,” Storm said. “We need to escort a former employee off the premises.”

  Maggie nodded and took Kelli’s hand to lead her toward the exit. “It’s about time. I have been complaining about that lazy Jeffrey gentlemen for months now. He causes nothing but trouble, spreads rumors and creates strife. I am glad my boys are going to send him away. You will have to help us pick out his replacement.”

  Maggie had been complaining about Jeffrey for months? The Trehan family owned the nursing home? The reason the owners knew so much about the ins and outs of the home was because they had an inside informant?

  “Forgive an old woman for forgetting, but which one of my sons are you in love with? Steven? No, Stanley. Or was it Stewart?” Adjusting the strap of her purse over her shoulder, the elderly lady smiled at her nurse.

  “Stewart?” There was another brother? Kelli was bewildered now.

  An angry Storm was leading Jeffrey out of the building.

  His brothers started teasing him.

  “Oh, dear,” Maggie gasped. “I forgot Storm hates that name. Don’t tell him I mentioned it, okay? He very sensitive about such things.”

  Kelli smiled, all the pieces of the puzzle slowly coming into place. Jeffrey would not be coming back, but she would. The owners were not scandalized by her love affair with three men because they already had an intimate understanding of her taste. Her job was secure. Her love life was perfect. Life was beautiful.

  “I love all three of your sons, Mrs. Trehan. I can’t thank you enough for getting them to help me with my Santa problem.”

  That night, after returning their mother to the home and settling her in, Storm, Steven and Stanley took turns playing Santa. Each wanted to know who had been a naughty girl?

  “Me!” Kelli giggled, ready to face any consequences her masters thought were necessary.

  The End.

  Abby Aaron

  Abby Aaron reported for a small newspaper in her home parish in Louisiana. She won several Louisiana Press Associate Awards before giving up that job. She has been married for 28 years to her real life hero. They have four children, two of whom did not join the family until Abby was forty years old. (God has a sense of humor.) Her goal is to make readers laugh and lose themselves in her stories. Follow her on Facebook or visit her website: Rubycaine.com.

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  Chapter 1

  Nick Silverton studied the list of names in front of him and sighed. He knew he had to downsize his company, but it was the hardest thing he could remember ever having to do. He had taken over Silverton Accounting from his father six years ago, when it was a large accounting firm, and still growing. In fact, it had continued to grow steadily for the first four years after he took it over. There were no other accounting firms in Milan, or even in the smaller nearby towns.

  The company was so large now that he didn’t know most of the employees, which bothered him. He preferred a smaller company where he knew everyone that worked for him. That was not the case with this company. They’d gotten so busy his father had opened a second office on the other side of town to handle several accounts they had in that part Milan and in a smaller town over in that direction.

  His father always felt the bigger the better, and was proud when they opened the second site. From a business standpoint, he may be right, but it didn’t feel right to Nick. He would much prefer knowing everyone that worked for him, and had even set that as a goal of his once he took over the business.

  That proved difficult to do with a business that size, however. He was kept busy managing the overall business, not getting much of a chance to get out, meet and talk to people other than the upper management level that he dealt with on a daily basis. He’d never even met most of the employees at the other building. Business was booming and it kept him hopping.

  Then the rumors started. Word had it that Milan Manufacturing, the hub of their medium-sized town, was closing. Nearly half the people in town were employed there, and if it shut down Milan could become a ghost town overnight.

  Last year his firm had been able to hold its own, but it hadn’t grown any. Then the unthinkable happened. Milan Manufacturing did indeed close down, and people were moving out of town quickly. The few jobs that were available in town were quickly snatched up. A few small businesses opened, seeing a large labor force to choose from, and those jobs were quickly filled as well. But many people were left without jobs and within a few months were packing their belongings and moving to other cities to find work.

  Eventually other smaller businesses followed suit and also closed down. Those smaller enterprises were what really hurt Silverton Accounting. Sure, they’d lost a good many people that worked at Milan Manufacturing and always had their taxes done by Silverton come tax time, but they also lost the diner downtown that no longer had enough customers to stay open. Silverton had done all their quarterly and yearly tax reports for them. The same was true with the cleaning service that cleaned the uniforms for Milan Manufacturing employees, and the daycare business located next door to the manufacturing facility.

  Losing the business of all these smaller companies, on top of the tax time losses, made one thing perfectly clear – he had to downsize his company. He now sat staring at the list of employees his manager suggested he lay off, wondering yet again if there wasn’t some way he could avoid this task. He hated laying anyone off, and now he was looking at laying off five accountants and seven support staff.

  His manager, Todd, had done a good job of recommending whom to lay off. He’d provided Nick with a list, giving the reason why he’d recommended who he had. It was logical and made sense – keep the accountants most qualified, more experienced, or had proven to be well liked, been requested most often by clients. The same was true with the support staff. It made sense to keep the ones who were able to do many different tasks and got along well with everyone.

  There was one name on the list that bothered him. Noelle Clipman was an accountant. According to her personnel file she was very qualified, having won several awards and scholarships while still in college. She’d been with the company three years now. The first two years she’d gotten nothing but excellent reviews, both from clients and the people she worked with. But the last year something had changed. There were a few complaints in her file about her work, and her ability to get along with not only her coworkers, but clients as well.

  Nick agreed that someone like that was not someone you’d want to keep on your staff. However, he had to wonder what was up with her, or what had caused the change. According to her file, her boss had tried talking with her, but that hadn’t helped. They transferred her so she was working with different people and reporting to someone else, but the problems continued, and again she wouldn’t open up to her manager about any problems. Looking over the list now, Nick had to agree with his manager in saying she was probably one of the first that should be laid off. In the back of his mind, though, he couldn’t help but wonder what was happening in her life that was causing the changes.

  He shook his head to clear it. He couldn’t dwell on this right now; he had other problems. Namely, Freeman’s, a rather large department store in Rosedale, another town about the same size as Milan, roughly a forty minute drive away. It had been his mother’s family store, started by her grandfather and then passed down to her father. Nick’s mother worked there and had planned on running it herself someday, until she was killed in an auto accident several years ago.

  When his grandfa
ther passed away a couple weeks ago Nick had expected the store would go to one of his cousins. He’d been summoned for the reading of the will last week, and assumed his grandfather had left him a little something, along with his two cousins, brothers who were the ones Nick had anticipated all along would take over the store. He was shocked when he’d found out he was the one that his grandfather had left the store to. His two cousins had each been left a lump sum amount of money, but Nick had inherited the rest, including the store.

  After everyone else left the office once the will had been read, the attorney handed Nick an envelope. It was from his grandfather, explaining why he’d done what he had. His grandfather had given him the store because he knew Nick would honor it and care about it more than his two cousins. His grandfather had overheard them plotting, and apparently, they were planning on selling the store for a large chunk of money, which they thought would be enough that they could live off and not have to work.

  Nick’s grandfather didn’t believe in handouts and was upset to hear their plans to sell what he’d worked so hard to build up. He knew Nick was also running Silverton Accounting, but pointed out that Nick was a good businessman and with the right managers he could handle both. The store’s busy time was from around Halloween up until the end of the year, while the busy time for accounting was January through the middle of April, during tax season. His grandfather went on to say that if Nick tried and wasn’t able to do both, he would understand if he had to sell it, and would be proud of him for having tried.

  Nick had always loved his grandfather. On top of that, he knew just how much that store had meant to both him and Nick’s own mother. There was no way he was going to let either of them down. He would do his best to keep that store going and thriving. The problem was, he knew his grandfather had been worried about the store. The last couple years it hadn’t been doing as well. He didn’t blame it on the malls, but on the online shopping trend. Nick had to agree. He wasn’t sure how to deal with that, but in looking over the books for the last couple years he knew he had to find a solution.