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“Set that glass down gently and plant your hands on the counter.”
I set the glass on the counter as he’s asked, but I remain facing him, stretching my arms behind me to place my hands on the counter, knowing full well this is not what he intended. If I didn’t know better, I’d say he almost smiled at my intentional disobedience. Maybe my wiles are finally wearing him down. My core heats at the possibility.
He reaches out suddenly and rips my thin, red velvet tank top right down the middle with one hand. His other is still clutching his belt, and I watch as his shoulder flexes and his jaw tightens. So many muscles locking and tendons constricting—it’s as if his whole body is being outlined before my widened eyes, every inch of him hardening and rippling as my tipsy gaze traces him.
“Turn around and pop that pretty ass up to take my belt. Santa’s going to cure of you of your defiant ways tonight. Prepare to be broken, brat.”
“And then what?” I bite my lip and bring a hand forward to twirl a lock of my hair.
His eyes hood. “You’ll behave so I won’t do it again.”
“You sure about that? What if you unleash a more insubordinate brat than you could’ve ever imagined?” I drop to my knees and palm his thickness. My mouth waters as I reach for his waistband. I’ve wanted to taste him for so long, to see which of the rumors is true. Will it be eggnog-flavored, or sweet and spicy like mulled cider? Or maybe even minty like me?
He pulls me up by my hair. “No, I’ll tell you when it’s time to suck Santa’s dick like a good little slut. Right now, it’s time to get your ass spanked in a way that will make clear you’re being punished. Get in position. Don’t make me have to say it again.”
I turn and bend at the waist, assuming the angle he wants. A slight fear sizzles in my veins but the feeling of his hardness lingers on my hand, and I know this is more than punishment. It’s going to hurt but the pain won’t last, and the pleasure that follows will be worth every second of it.
My torn shirt hangs open at my sides. I close my eyes and wish for his giant hand to shove my bra up, squeeze my firm tits and discover my pierced nipples. I’ve seen his eyes lingering on them more than once. I know he knows.
The first strike of the leather stings beyond my expectations and I cry out. “Yes! Punish me!”
He sighs heavily behind me. The exasperated exhale gives way to a groan at the end—a guttural, needy sort of sound. I arch my back to lift my round cheeks for the next slap. He delivers another, and then another, and soon we’re both groaning in the stinging aftermath.
“Are you going to be a good girl for me now?”
“Yes, Santa.” I look over my shoulder and flutter my lashes at him, blinking away tears, knowing my eyes will be gleaming like polished citrine because that’s what happens whenever I cry or come. And as I’m currently recovering from the former and verging on the latter, I’m certain of my intense golden-eyed stare and the power it possesses over men. Some women, too.
I turn my body toward him without waiting for his direction and hoist myself up onto the counter, spread my legs and lean back into his cupboard door. “I’m ready to be a very good girl and share my sweet little peppermint pussy with you.”
“You think I can be duped with flavored lube, little one? I’ve been around too long to fall for that ruse.”
“It’s no trick. I promise. Mine’s natural.” I buck my hips a little to waft my scent in his direction. I know he’s caught notes of it in the air while he spanked me. His impressive erections and deep inhales in those moments haven’t gone unnoticed. The man has a steely resolve, but his physical reactions have confirmed that peppermint is his true weakness. I’ve just never been able to weaken him enough.
I’m not the only elf vying for Santa’s attention. All the other elf women think their neat stitching and perfect painting of pouty mouths on silly dolls will win him over someday. Pfft! They don’t stand a chance. Sure, they always clock in on time, don’t alter their uniforms, and never sneak off to the stables to get high on their cookie breaks, but those little do-right gingerbread cunts have nothing on me. I’m the only minty fresh babe in Toyland.
I shed what’s left of my shirt and unhook my bra, letting the straps dangle off my shoulders for a moment before I drop it completely. Big Nick’s eyes glaze as he takes in my fully naked body. He licks his lips. Oh, yeah, that fabled beard’s about to tickle my fancy.
We’ll see who breaks who.
Santa Goes Off Course
Thirtyyearsonthejob and I haven’t licked, sucked or fucked a single elf. It was a hell of a good run.
My first taste of Calista has me profusely salivating for more. I haven’t gotten on my knees for any woman since I first donned the red suit. They take enough abuse climbing in and out of the sleigh and being scraped down chimneys millions of times in a single night. I definitely should’ve made this bratty little elf sit on my face, or cuffed her spread-eagle to my bed where I could’ve lain out comfortably. I should’ve maintained control, kept calling the shots, but when she swore her pussy was naturally peppermint, I lost all desire to govern. All that mattered was seeking the truth in the only way possible—and as soon as possible.
Me and my overworked knees are too old for this shit, but now I’m beard-deep in her sweet snatch and the only way to be positive this delectable flavor isn’t something she topically applied is to keep licking, to keep her juices flowing until there’s no doubt what I’m tasting is coming straight from the source. Could she really be my peppermint unicorn?
The way she’s squirming on my kitchen counter is going to flash before my eyes every morning when I stumble in here for a cup of coffee. Every time I get up for a midnight snack. Every evening when I return from the shop. This is the treat I want waiting for me, but I know that can’t happen. It wouldn’t be proper for me to use her like that. She works for me!This tasty pussy is working for me right now.
Dammit! It's my responsibility to help her be the best elf she can be, to ensure she becomes a skilled craftswoman and meets her quota. Christmas depends on productive elves. Toys! They’re supposed to produce toys. Not the peppermint cream Calista is producing for me right now. It’s not artificial. This is real elf magic.
I’ve resisted elf pussy for so long, ignored the tales of their delicious flavors because it simply wasn’t worth the risk. Besides, human pussy always tasted just fine to me. But as Donner is my witness, for all the eavesdropping I did on the toyshop talk of my older cousins, I never heard tell of peppermint cooze. All the better for my younger self that I didn’t.
Peppermint has been my downfall since I was a boy, but being caught stealing candy canes when I was ten and drinking peppermint schnapps at a high school dance would pale in comparison to the scandal of being caught feasting at the crotch of an elf. And from my own kitchen counter, no less! I know the chance I’m taking but I simply can’t stop myself.
Calista’s thighs squeeze in against the sides of my head. I force them open and hold them there while I suck on her swollen clit. Her breathing quickens to sharp gasps until her peppermint orgasm floods my beard. The heady scent of her menthol release fills my kitchen and it’s overwhelming. Far more than the faint hints I thought I’d surely imagined while spanking her. This is intoxicating. She attempts to push my face away but I’m not done. “Not yet. You’re going to follow my rules tonight.”
“Or what? I’m an elf. There is nothing you can take from me. I have no choices in life. I can’t even be a fucking dentist!”
