Page 14 of Naughty

Chapter5

Kris

I clutchthe elf close to me, trying to reconcile all the conflicting data from my heart and my mind. Soft snores reach my ears, and Fathers, if that's not also endearing. I shake my head, trying to dispel her, but every breath I take is filled with her scent. She's embedded herself into me, and I don't know how to pull her back out.

Waiting until she's sound asleep, I tear myself away from her and head back over to the computer. It doesn't matter that she's safe in my bed; I still need to do my duty to ensure Christmas is safe. The lists again appear to be untampered with. As I watch the names scroll by, I let my mind drift to the small bits of information I've gleaned so far. After tonight, I have no doubt that she's working on behalf of another. But who? Who would hate us so much to bring us down, Christmas be hanged?

My first thought is Asmon, but he even he was shocked to discover the list change. The anger rolling off of him couldn't be faked. Then there's Caitlin, the little mortal that uncovered the whole plot. She's been nothing but helpful. A small twinge of guilt assails me as I think about our time in my bedroom.

Looking back over to Noel, that same guilt niggles in. Does she see me in the same light? Inhaling deeply, the smell of her arousal still lingers in the room. There's no way you can fake that. I just wish I could get through to her. Figure out a way for her to tell me what's going on.

Shutting down the lists, I ease back into the bed and curl up around my little elf.

I should just hand her over to Red. He'd know how to break her. The thought alone sends a wave of fury through me. I clutch Noel even tighter, despite her distressed whimpers. Leaning down, I nuzzle her hair with my nose, and she settles back down, her breathing deep and rhythmic.

Before I realize it, I'm sound asleep.

A sharp pain in my side wakes me up. Looking around, it takes me a few moments to realize where I'm at. Shaking my head, I take in my secret room, and a smile crosses my lips. I look down to see the source of discomfort, only find my little elf, spread out for all its worth, with her leg shackle digging into my side.

Her mouth is hanging open as she snores deeply. I chuckle and pull away, instantly missing her warmth. As much as I want to stay and snuggle her, the countdown to Christmas ticks away in my head, keeping me on a low spike of concern.

I check the lists again before stepping back out into the playroom. There's got to be a way past her defenses. Maybe if I keep trying, keep prodding. Looking about the space, I spy a recent invention. I grin and gather the glove in my hand, along with some lube. Even if she doesn't talk, it will be fun to make her squeal.

She's still asleep as I deposit my items on the far side of the bed. Perhaps breakfast first will be in order. I slip into yesterday's clothes, gather the dishes, and sneak back out of my rooms. Before exiting the main door into the hallway, I frown at it, contemplating installing cameras. It would make things vastly easier.

Holding my breath, I open the panel and look about, relieved to find no one outside. Making my way back to the kitchen, relief flows through me at seeing the dining hall empty. The more I sneak in here, the more suspicious things look. I drop the dishes into the sink before grabbing some rolls from the breadbasket and some fruits and jams. Licking my lips, I imagine smearing a dollop on Noel then licking it off. A delicious breakfast indeed.

I clench my jaw as I pack away our goodies. Son of a nutcracker, but she's certainly put a spell on me. There's no other way to describe these feelings. A frisson of fear skitters down my spine. Something scratches at the back of my brain, but I can't seem to grasp it and figure out what's wrong. The closer I get to Noel, the more this sense of impending doom spreads throughout my mind.

Lost in thought, I almost bump into the server from the other night. His eyes glint up at me, flashing in the light. For a split second, his face seems to glitch. It's like I'm seeing two separate faces. As swiftly as I see it, he goes back to normal. Shaking my head, ignore the feeling of dread gathering in my gut.

"Master Claus, a word, if I may."

I nod at him, keeping my irritation at bay. It's not his fault I have a naughty elf waiting for me to defile her. My cock twitches at the thoughts I have planned for her, but his throat clearing snaps me out of it quick.

"There is an elf missing from the village, Master. Her parents are quite worried about her. Would you please help keep an eye out?"

He reaches up and slides his palm down my shoulder. Odd. Most people wouldn't dare touch me. It must be his grief and worry making him break protocol. Shrugging it off, I listen to him as he continues with his plea.

My brain whirrs as he rattles on about the description. She sounds exactly like my little miscreant. That feeling of dread deepens the more he talks about her. If she has a family waiting, can I really keep her here against her will?

Squaring my shoulders, I toss him half-hearted promises and continue on my way. There's no way I can let her leave. Not until after Christmas. Even then, if I can't get her to crack...what exactly am I going to do with her? The idea of executing her makes me ill, but I can't keep someone that would knowingly come after Christmas or me.

Defeated, I head back to my work area. Gone is the feeling of elation, and in its place is a firmer resolve. I must get her to talk to me. There is no other choice. As I make my way into the room, I spy Noel trying her hardest to reach over the bed to get at my glove. My heart wants to laugh at her antics and go join her. My brain wants to dissect every movement and file it away for further study. Clearing my throat, I smirk as she jumps away, a guilty expression marring her face.

"I brought you breakfast."

Setting the plate in front of her, I don't tease her with the jams as originally planned. Instead, I walk over to the opposite side of the room and watch her eat. The dose of reality is enough to steal my appetite. What will break her fastest? Leaving her to her food, I step back into the playroom and grab a few different plugs. Maybe with her bottom filled, she'll have no choice but to concentrate and find a way to break the hold over her speech.

Noel eyes me warily, her glances darting from her food to the objects in my hand. Refusing to answer her unasked questions, I wait for her to finish then take the plate away. As much as I want to break her, I won't put her back into the cage. The terror in her eyes is something I won't soon be able to forget.

Walking over to the bed, I flip her onto her stomach and secure her wrists to the headboard. Her shrieks of surprise have me hard and ready to go. She struggles against her bonds and kicks out with her feet. Grasping them in my hand, I lean over and swat her bottom cheek hard with my palm. Noel yelps and bucks against me, but I hold her firm.

After wrestling with her for a few moments, I finally secure her feet to the footboard with enough play in the bonds to insert a pillow under her hips. Her legs are spread wide, giving me the best show in the world. Reaching into my pajama bottoms, I stroke myself as I watch her struggle and writhe. Her pussy glistens in the light. Not that I care about her pleasure at the moment, but it is nice to know the effect I have on her.

Yanking my pants down, I step out of them and over to Noel. I fist her hair and turn her to face me. She eyes my erection and licks her lips. I know what she wants, but she's not getting another drop from me until I know the truth about everything. Reaching down between her legs, I slide my fingers along her wet heat, taking extra care to not even come close to delving inside. Once I've gathered enough of her arousal, I bring it down to my shaft and coat my entire length. Her eyes are transfixed as she watches me stroke up and down. Precum pearls at my head, and she thrashes about, trying to get to me. I swipe it off with my fingertip and circle it around her mouth. She sighs and licks her lips in a manner far too sensual for her innocence.

Chuckling, I back up and keep gliding my fist up and down. As I walk away, her frantic whimpers are music to my ears. I climb on top of the bed and settle down in between her legs. Bringing my palm down, I smack her right cheek, then the left. She howls and bucks up against me, but already, her arousal starts to coat her bottom lips again. I dip my fingers down and pinch her clit, drawing out her delicious moans. Taking the smaller butt plug, I slide it up and down between her lips, getting as much arousal on it as I can, before bringing it up to her back hole.