Page 7 of Naughty

“Please. Please. I can’t do this. Please.”

“Can’t do what?”

Her face turns a dark crimson, and my brain starts trying to fit the puzzle pieces together.

“You have a husband? Is that it?”

My heart plummets at that thought. But why? Why does it matter if she’s married? It’s not like I can keep her. That shaft of pain grows. Reaching up, I rub at my chest, trying to distill my discomfort.

“No. I don’t have anyone in my life.”

It shouldn’t, but my treacherous heart leaps for joy. Squashing it down, I lean up and cross my arms.

“Then why shouldn’t I pleasure you if that’s what I wish.”

“You. You can pleasure me…” She trails off and looks away, the blush deepening. “Just maybe no penetration?”

Fudge. I’ll bet dollars to snowflakes she’s a virgin. My brain goes back through all the stuff I’ve already done with her. I want to be ashamed, but I can’t honestly say that I am. The thought of being her first, though, that fills me with both dread and elation. My primal instincts want to claim her as mine, but even I know that’s not possible. Santa can do a lot of things and get away with it, but rape? Never. Even with my darker tastes, that’s never been something I’ve wanted to do.

“You do realize that you’re the one being punished here, yes?”

She nods.

“And as such, I can do whatever the holly I want with your body, yes?”

Noel’s face fills with such misery. I want to throw this whole tough-guy facade out the window and gather her into my arms, but she has to learn. She has to be punished.

“I will respect your wishes and not penetrate your pussy. Your mouth, on the other hand, is fair game.”

Stretching out until I’m nose to nose with her, I slip my fingers down and coat them in her essence before skimming down even further to her back entrance. Her nostrils flare as I slide the tip of my index around her rim, never entering, just teasing. Her breaths come in gasps as her eyes stay glued to mine.

“What about this? Can I penetrate you here?”

I pause, prepared to pull away when her head gives an almost imperceptible nod. My dick surges up, but I refrain. I need to make sure, in no unmistakable terms, that she wants this.

“Words, elf.”

That delightful blush dips down to her chest, almost matching the rosy hue of her nipples.

“Yes, Master Claus. You may touch me there.”

Elation flows through me as I ease my finger past her tight ring. Her face screws up as I force my way in.

“Is this a first for you too,” I growl, barely containing the urge to just impale her on my cock.

“Yes, Master Claus.”

Chuckling, I pull away and settle in between her splayed legs. I lick my lips before diving back in. That addictive taste that’s all her drives me insane. I lap at the slick opening, trying to consume every bit of her. My cock strains behind my pants, and I know I’ll need to relieve myself soon.

Noel’s body writhes and strains under my relentless fingers and tongue. She’s so close, so very very close.

“Who do you work for,” I demand, stopping just at the point of orgasm.

She wails but remains silent.

“I can do this all night.”

As a testament, I slide my finger out of her bottom hole, only to replace it with two. My dick pulses at just how tight this elf is around me. I can’t wait to take her there. Hell, I’ll take her anywhere at this point. Going back to my task, I lap at her clit, teasing her until she starts to peak again.