He gives me what I want, spanking me harder, my ass jiggling with each hard swat and my painfully hard nipples pressing into his strong thigh with the force of each hit.
Cole pulls back his hand after another series of teasing spanks. I think he’s done, but then his hand sails down, not on my ass but on my pussy.
Tingles erupt through my body and I scream. Cole moves my hand back to grip the chair and lifts his knees up so I don’t fall, the pressure on my clit at the change in position almost makes me come.
I’m about to beg for more when his fingers press at my lips. “If you can’t keep quiet, your mouth is going to be stuffed. Now open.”
I part my lips without question, and he puts his two fingers in. They’re thick and taste like peppermint, no doubt from the candy cane I smelled on his breath earlier. He presses down on my tongue and my mouth waters. He slides them in further until I gag, his other hand striking my ass again at the same time.
I cry out once more, the sound muffled by his fingers.
“Suck on them, baby. Show me what you’d do if it was my cock filling your hole instead.”
I moan and suck, his other hand spanking each of my cheeks in a steady beat, so light it drives me insane.
“That’s it, you’re turning into Santa’s little slut, aren’t you?”
I suck his fingers harder in answer, twirling my tongue around them like I would his cock.
“Hmmm, so good.” His hand grips my smarting ass, and he plays with it like he would a stress ball, squeezing and rolling it in his rough palm. “Your ass is so red, so hot. And your pussy is dripping for me.”
He pulls back and swats my pussy, harder this time, his fingers in my mouth keeping my cry muted. Cole smacks it again, but instead of giving me a third, he dips one of his fingers inside. My pussy clenches around the digit, and his cock throbs beneath my belly.
“You’ve been so good for me, Vixen. Do you want a little reward before you tell me the truth about why you came here?”
He removes his fingers from my mouth, placing his hand on my outer hip. I nod vigorously along with my words. “Please, Santa. Please.”
“Will you continue to be good?” His finger inside me delves deeper and curls, just lightly touching my G-spot. I convulse on his lap, and would have fallen off had it not been for his grip on me.
“Yes! I will, I promise.”
I expect him to fuck me with his finger, or add another, but instead he pulls away. I bite my cheek on a whine from the loss. He holds me firm with his other hand, his body shifting beneath me to the left. He bends forward slightly and grunts, as a noise that sounds like something popping off another thing fills the air.
I look over my shoulder as best I can as Cole leans back in the chair to find him smirking. He holds up what he has in his hand and two things happen simultaneously. My eyes widen and my pussy clenches.
It’s not what I expected it to be, not that I had a clue of what he was doing. I know by the merriment in his eyes exactly what he plans to do with the large plastic candy cane in his hand. One of those hollow ones used for decoration, like the ones filled with candy, but with a rounded bottom. It must have been tied to some other decoration.
“Cole—”
“Nuh uh,” he scolds. “Who am I?”
“Santa.”
“That’s right.”
He drags the cool plastic over my ass before the rounded bottom drags through my weeping slit. The side of the plastic glides through and I realize it’s textured, like it’s been braided.
I drop my head down, unable to look at him any longer. He plays for a few seconds more, teasing my pussy with the candy cane, never putting it inside me. It strikes me that I shouldn’t want it inside me, that I should be begging for his fingers or his cock instead, but I’m too far gone. Too needy. I’ll take anything he gives me, anything he offers me.
“Does my naughty girl want to be fucked by my candy cane?”
I do what I did when he asked if I wanted the spanking, and arch my ass, and keep my legs spread as wide as I possibly can in this position.
“Use your words, Vixen.” He swats my ass with the plastic, the sting of it harsh against my already sparking skin.
“Yes, Santa. Please. I want it.”
His chest shakes with jolly laughter, his knees bouncing beneath me. “I knew you would. Santa’s little slut, so hungry to be filled with anything I give her.”
