Her Secret Santa

Chapter Nine

ZADE

S he gasps when she feels the cool metal of my mask against the inside of her thigh, immediately followed by the warm slide of my lips.

She lets out a long, trembling sigh at the first touch of my tongue.

It’s over the fabric of her panties, but I can feel where she’s soaked through it. I can taste it. And fucking Christ does she taste good.

All thoughts of teasing her fly out of my head, and I peel her thong down to her ankles, too impatient to bother taking it off all the way. The second she’s bare, I bury my mouth between her thighs, hungry for her. She’s so wet she drenches my chin immediately, her hips bucking back against my face as a shocked noise flies from her lips. I take hold of her slim hips, gripping tight enough to bruise so I can eat my fill.

She’s so responsive, arching into every tiny shift of my tongue and sobbing out half formed pleas. The desire to make her writhe settles behind my teeth, sharpening the hunger gnawing away in my gut.

My patience to tease her is gone.

I need to be inside her, now .

Doubling my efforts, I’m desperate to know what she tastes like when she cums on my tongue. I want to feel the gush against my mouth, the clenching of her body as she flies over the edge.

She screeches in pleasure when I slide two fingers into her and wrap my lips around her clit, lapping at her insistently.

I crook them up, searching for the spot that’ll have her seeing stars.

I’m not expecting her to shatter instantly, but she buries her face into the mattress to muffle her scream. Her hips jerk back against my face as her cunt crushes down around my fingers, and I moan against her as her orgasm tears through her. I have to reach down with my free hand to fumble my cock out and give myself a couple quick strokes to take the edge off. There’s too many things I want to do to her to lose my patience so quickly.

Clara shivers when I pull my fingers free, her body still twitching with the force of her orgasm.

I stand and slide my hand beneath her to wrap it around her throat, tugging her up a bit to tuck her ear against my lips. She lets out a hitched little moan at the constriction when my thumb digs into her carotid.

“You ask to cum next time, princess,” I tell her, grinding my hips down against her ass so she can feel the length of my cock, bare against her skin.

“Yes, Sir,” she agrees immediately. “Thank you, Sir, you make me feel so good.”

Her lips are curled into a blissed out smile. I’m sure she can feel my cock throb against her ass because she arches her hips up against me in an enticing little roll.

She’s going to get everything she’s asking for.

I release her throat and let her fall back to the bed. Her ass fits so perfectly in my hands when I reach down to cup it, and the sight of my cock resting against it makes me throb. I want to absolutely ruin all her pretty little holes.

She arches into the touch as I pry her thighs apart with one hand, the other wrapping around my cock so I can feed it into her cunt.

She’s so wet I don’t even need lube, even with the stretch of my cock. I’m not a small man, and she’s so tight it almost hurts. My eyes roll back into my head as I work inch after inch into her, biting back my own moans so I can hear every noise I’m drawing out of her. She shakes beneath me, but she doesn’t flinch away even once, her voice staying sweet and desperate as she rolls her hips back in an attempt to take even more of me.

I can’t help but oblige, gripping her hips tightly and slamming the last few inches deep.

She shrieks, her whole body going tense as tremors rip through her, and her breath stutters harshly. I sink my teeth into my lip to keep myself in check, a wrecked groan dragging out of my throat as she clenches around me, trying to get used to the stretch. I pin her down with one hand on her ass and one on the nape of her neck, holding her still against the blankets.

“ Fuck ,” she exhales, her hips rolling against mine. “God.”

“Just Sir works fine,” I tease, grinding deep.

I pull my hips back, stealing her words from her mouth when I thrust forward again. Her whole body moves with me, a sinuous, hungry roll, and I grin at the thought of the prettiest little elf being so obedient for me.

I lose myself to the rhythm of it, the world narrowing down the warm, slick press of her cunt around me and the pretty sounds I punch out of her body.

How would she sound with my cock down her throat, tears in those pretty blue eyes? Possessiveness flares bright in my chest as I bend at the waist to drive every last inch of myself into her. I want to fucking ruin her for anyone else. Fury spikes in my gut on a level I’ve never experienced before at the thought of her beneath someone else.

I want to carve out a space inside of her that no one else will ever get to touch. I want to carve my name into her skin so everyone knows she’s mine .

“Fuck!” she cries, her hands clenching into fists as her whole body shakes. “Please, can I—need to cum, fuck , Sir, please .”

I laugh down at her, not slowing my pace at all. She feels so good around me that I don’t think I could slow down even if I wanted to, so tight and warm and soaking wet for me. Her curls bounce with every thrust, her lashes fluttering as she chokes out pleas for more, eyes rolling back into her head. I always love the ego boost that comes with turning a submissive into a moaning mess beneath me, but she takes it so fucking well.

“You know the rules. Have to earn this one,” I remind her, hungry to make her scream just to sate my own need. “Can you take a spanking for it?”

A broken moan tears from her throat even as she nods and grinds her hips back against mine.

“Please, Sir.”

How can I say no?

I don’t ease her into it, the first slap landing on that perfect little ass hard enough that she should feel it all the way in her teeth. She exhales sharply, her whole body tensing and jerking, but I don’t give her a second to acclimate.

She just takes it so fucking well , hit after hit turning her ass cherry red, moans dripping from her lips with every spank.

“Good girl, cum for me.”

I growl the words into her ear, fucking deep into her as I dig my nails into the abused flesh of her ass.

She barely lasts long enough for me to finish speaking, writhing in pleasure as her orgasm rips through her. I moan as she clenches around my cock, the force of her orgasm threatening to tear mine straight out of me. It’s been a long time since anyone got me this worked up, especially so quickly. She’s my walking wet dream, and having her thrashing on the sheets at my mercy is making me go a little bit insane.

I can’t stop myself from pinning her down to the sheets and hammering into her, the need to take my own pleasure too great to ignore. She quakes beneath me, another orgasm already nipping at the heels of the one she’s coming down from. I reach around to roll her clit between my fingers, giving her no reprieve.

“Come on. Cum for me again, princess, let me feel it.”

“ Fuck !” she screams, her body listening to me like she has no other choice.

I go right over the edge with her, unable to stop myself as pleasure slams into me with no reprieve. It’s so overwhelming that my whole mind goes blank, whiting out with agonizing bliss.

She goes stiff as a board before collapsing entirely, her whole body going limp beneath me.

I bury my face in her shoulder, groaning out my pleasure. My teeth ache to bite down, to cover her in marks, but I tide myself over by peppering kisses down the side of her throat.

“You’re dangerous, little one,” I say with a chuckle.

My arms shake as I slide out of her cunt, that last little bit of pleasure enough to make my cock twitch with renewed interest. I intend to gather her up in my arms, but Clara doesn’t budge.

“Cl—princess?”

I shake her shoulder, panic flaring when I get no response. I flip her over quickly, looking for any signs that something went wrong. Her cheeks are still rosy pink, her mask slightly askew, her lip gloss smeared against the sheets. I snap loudly beside her ear, and she frowns sleepily, nuzzling her face into the blankets.

Did she actually pass out from pleasure? A bolt of heat shoots through me at the thought.

“That good?” I knew I had skill, but damn.

I pull the blindfold and cuffs off, tossing them aside before kneeling to unbuckle her shoes and take her panties the rest of the way off. She doesn’t wake as I shift her around on the bed until her head is buried in the pillows, then toss the blanket over her before heading to the ensuite bathroom for a rag. She stays completely still until I return. I wipe the gloss smeared on her face away before cleaning up the mess between her thighs. Watching my cum drip from her makes me want to fuck it all right back into her.

I toss the rag haphazardly in the direction of the bathroom before I dress myself.

She looks so pretty all fucked out and exhausted. Seeing her this relaxed makes my heart ache in my chest, a bud of affection that I didn’t expect blooming there. I didn’t think a mouthy little elf would impress me so much, but she took it so well. Who knew there was a spark just waiting to be lit behind that little attitude of hers?

I pet over her hair after buckling my belt again, watching her doze peacefully for a moment.

She cuddles into the pillows with a soft, sleepy sound as I shoot off a text to Cain asking him to make sure the Floor Master takes care of her when she wakes up. He’ll be curious, because I’ve never made a request like this before, but he’s not the type to ask questions. Once I send the text, I pull a notepad from the nightstand and bend down to scrawl a quick letter. I lean over to press a kiss to her jaw before straightening.

I’ve never made someone my Diamond for more than one night, but with her, one night is just the beginning.