Her Secret Santa

Chapter Eight

ZADE

A rlo downs his second shot before getting up to ditch me less than half an hour after we got here.

“Good luck, sourpuss,” he says, grinning wide.

I raise a bored middle finger in his direction as he heads downstairs. It's a rare night that Arlo doesn't indulge when we're here, but I tend to be pickier. I don't like to settle for anything but perfection.

My eyes don't stay on Arlo or the curvy brunette in his arms for long, immediately snapping to the woman right to the left of them. She's still, but not in the awed way of everyone else nearby. No, she looks protective and half ready to pull the brunette out of Arlo’s arms.

She wouldn't get very far—he can fight like a Viking, and she's tiny .

Her hair lays in loose waves down to her perky breasts, so white it almost looks silver in the lights. She's all slight curves and willowy limbs, and the stack of bracelets on her wrist makes my groin tighten with want.

I stand to lean over the balcony for a better view of her. It’s then that I realize something about her seems familiar to me. Have I met her before? I have a rule against fucking anyone here more than once, and there’s no way I’d have passed up on her.

She slowly gets back into the sway of the music as Arlo and her friend disappear, letting it flow through her. The way she twists her hips makes my blood heat in my veins. She'd look even better writhing beneath me.

I stalk down the stairs, watching her dance with hungry eyes as I hold my hand out.

She freezes as soon as she notices me. It’s only this close that I can see the freckle to the right side of her mouth, and I realize who she is as those pretty blue eyes blow wide.

She's the fucking elf . The one who knelt in front of me and told me off with a sugar sweet smile in my own goddamn mall, the one I've been fantasizing about for the past two days.

Clara.

“My Diamond.”

Her pupils pin at the sound of my voice, and if I wasn't already hard, the sight of her mouth dropping open in aroused excitement would get me there. She slips her hand in mine with no hesitation, and I tug her close enough to feel her body heat against my chest.

“Follow me.”

I can’t wait to watch those pretty eyes widen in excitement when she sees what I have in store for her. If the bracelets stacked on her wrist are any indication, she might just give me a run for my money.

I could get behind the concept of Christmas if this is what it brings me.

I pull her to a stop in front of the door to my room and tuck my finger beneath her chin to tip her head up. Her mouth drops open ever so slightly, and it takes every ounce of self control I possess not to slip my fingers between those pretty, glossy lips.

“We’re going to go inside and go over your bracelets,” I tell her, tracing the stack of them with my other hand. “You’re going to tell me your limits and your safe word, and then I’m going to fucking ruin you. Sound good, sweet thing?”

Her cheeks flush beneath the edge of her mask, and I wish I could see the full extent of it. She nods, eyes already clouding over with lust, her breaths coming shallow. I frown at her, tightening my grip on her chin.

“Was that a ‘yes, Sir,’ I heard?”

“Yes, Sir,” she whispers, a choked off whimper buzzing against my knuckles.

“Good girl. You give me verbal responses here, or you don’t get anything. Understood?”

“Yes, Sir,” she agrees, her voice a little stronger this time.

I grin wolfishly before tapping in the keycode. The door beeps as it unlocks, and I swing it open to allow her entry.

She steps inside, eyes wide as she drinks in the sight.

A four-poster bed takes center stage, a plush emerald blanket spread atop it. The wall to the left is lined with floggers and paddles and canes, all hanging neatly. The chest on the other wall holds an array of different restraints—cuffs and collars and spreader bars.

I slip my shoes off at the door, walking around Clara to take a seat on the edge of the bed.

“Come here, princess.”

Her breath hitches in her chest, but she doesn’t hesitate to obey. She folds down to her knees between my thighs without instruction.

Negotiations are going to be agonizing at this rate.

“Look at you, pretty little thing. Give me your arm.” She lifts her arm and lets me take it so I can twist the bracelets around and get a good look. Christ, I’m going to have so much fun with her. “Let’s go through these.”

I know what the colors mean, of course, but I have a hunch that she’s going to blush like a fire truck hearing it all out loud.

She doesn’t disappoint, immediately flushing red and moving to pull her arm back. I tighten my grip on her wrist, refusing to let her go.

“Let’s start here,” I say, sliding my thumb over the pink strip of leather. “Submission. You’re already proving yourself there.”

She takes a steadying breath, her lips twitching into a smile that she can’t seem to fight back. Her nerves are obvious in the way she looks at me, but she’s leaning into every touch.

“Thank you, Sir,” she says.

“Good girl. Praise is easy, as long as you earn it,” I say, thumbing the lavender band. “You’re going to be good for me, right?”

She nods emphatically, looking up with those sweet, almost painfully genuine eyes.

“Yes, Sir,” she promises.

“If not…” I let the threat hang as I pluck at the crimson bracelet—discipline.“Don’t have the space to hunt you down,” I continue with a quick tap to the forest green bracelet, “but you won’t be able to run away from me tonight.”

I trace over the remaining bracelets, my mind whirling with desire.

“Are you going to tie me up, Sir?”

I lean down with a grin, close enough to feel her shaky breaths puff out against my lips. She smells like vanilla and spice, the same perfume she wears at the mall. She’s got so much spunk to her at work, it’s almost hard to reconcile this sweet little thing with the girl who has no problem mouthing off to me even dressed in a ridiculous elf costume. Her attitude when we’re at the mall gets on my nerves to no end, but I can’t deny that she caught my eye from the moment I walked in. Maybe it’s because I want to put her in her place, or maybe it’s just because she’s so completely unaware of just how fucking stunning she is that it makes me want to leave her shivering and begging for more.

“I’m going to cuff your hands behind your back and make you take every inch of my cock,” I tell her. “I'm going to spank that pretty little ass red so I can feel you clench around me, and I'm going to make you cum until you can’t think. How’s that sound, pretty girl?”

Her eyes go glassy with lust and she nods her head feverishly, leaning forward, attempting to steal a kiss.

“What do we say?” I ask, stopping Clara with a hand in her hair.

“Yes, Sir.” She groans at the tug on her hair, lashes fluttering in pleasure. “Please, Sir, I want it.”

“There you go,” I say with a grin. “Good girls get what they ask for.”

She whines when I pull my hands away and lean back.

“Stand. Take that pretty dress off for me.”

It doesn't hide much, but I want to see every inch of creamy, flawless skin. I want to cover her in marks. She doesn't make eye contact with me as she strips, which is cute. She won't have enough brain cells to be shy by the time I'm through with her.

Her body is even more perfect bare, all soft skin and slight curves that make me want to toss her around like a ragdoll. She’s dotted with freckles down to her shoulders, a cute little mole sitting just above her hip. Her skin is so fair that she blushes all the way down to her chest, and I want to see just how red I can get her.

I beckon her closer, standing as she closes the distance between us. Her heels make her a little taller, but I still have to bend to take her mouth. She tastes like the same whiskey I was sipping earlier and lip gloss, and she melts against me instantly. I can’t wait to see how she reacts when I really get her going.

She offers no resistance as I spin her around, letting me push her down onto the mattress with a soft sound of surprise.

She looks edible.

“Are you on the pill?” I ask, raking my eyes over her body.

God, please say yes. I want to fill her up and watch my cum drip out of her. Eternity requires a clean bill of health to enter, so if she’s on birth control, I’ve got nothing to worry about.

“Yes, Sir.” She blushes shyly, and it only serves to make my cock harder. “I have an IUD.”

“Do you want a condom?”

I’m sure she can hear the hunger in my voice, and she shivers in response to it.

“No, Sir,” she says, glancing off to the side as he blush rages. “I… I want to feel you. Bare.”

I just barely bite back a moan at that, a muscle in my jaw ticking as I rein in my lust. She’s going to be so much fucking fun.

“Stay, sweetheart.”

I stalk around the bed slowly, keeping my movements carefully controlled as I make my way over to the chest. The cuffs I prefer are laid out in the top drawer, padded black lambskin with a matching blindfold. I gather them in one hand before making my way back to the bed.

Her eyes are glued to the cuffs I toss down by her head as her breaths go shaky with excitement. I reach down to slowly trace my hand up the outside of her thigh, watching her every reaction intently. Her body goes stiff in anticipation, but she’s trying to keep herself calm.

How cute.

She won’t remember what calm means when I’m done with her.

I flip her onto her stomach with no warning, wrapping my hand around the nape of her neck as soon as she’s where I want her, a silent demand for her to stay still.

“I’m going to cuff your hands behind your back and blindfold you,” I say, reaching for the first cuff. “Then I’m going to make you cum, because you deserve it for being so pretty. Every orgasm after that you’re going to earn with a spanking. Understood?”

Her entire body rolls as she grinds her ass up into empty air pleadingly.

“Yes, Sir.” Her voice is shaky and brimming with desire. “Thank you, Sir.”

Thanking me before we even start? Oh, yeah, she’s definitely earned my mouth.

“Do you want a condom?”

She blushes all the way down her back at the question, burying her face in the blanket before responding.

“No, Sir,” she says quietly. “I’m on the pill.”

I grin wolfishly down at her, releasing her neck and pulling her left arm back. I wind the soft leather around her bicep, just above her elbow, but pause before I cinch it down.

“Give me a safeword, pretty thing.”

It takes Clara a second to gather her breath, but she manages to get the words out.

“Red, Sir.”

“Good girl,” I praise.

I get to work on her cuffs, watching with pleasure as I buckle them just shy of too tight against her skin. She moans when I pull both of them back, forcing her elbows as close as they can get before clipping the cuffs together behind her back. I like my subs to feel what I did to them the next day, and this leaves a pleasant ache in their shoulders, no matter how flexible they are. I never give them my mouth, preferring to take my pleasure from them and then forget about them, but something about her makes me ravenous, almost feral.

I slip the blindfold across the delicate metal mask that covers her eyes and tie it behind her head. Her body stiffens when her vision gets cut off, but the way she rubs her thighs together tells me she absolutely loves it.

My hunger for her is something I’m rapidly losing control of, and I kick her legs apart to give myself room to step in between them. Her ass is round and soft beneath my hands, and she arches into the touch like she’s desperate for it. She can’t see me, so I don’t bother hiding the pure need that crosses my face as I bend down to my knees. I don’t care about breaking my rules if it means I get to taste her.