Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 51003 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 255(@200wpm)___ 204(@250wpm)___ 170(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 51003 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 255(@200wpm)___ 204(@250wpm)___ 170(@300wpm)
Santa’s smile got wider. “Submissive humans are delightful.”
So they really knew about BDSM?
There was something else I should’ve said but one of his tentacles inched higher on my thigh and he turned off my brain.
Santa didn’t mind, though.
He looked very pleased with how the situation was turning out. “Good boy. Yes, you are a very good boy and should be rewarded.”
For moaning?
For encouraging him to feel me up?
For being honest?
“Thank you, Santa.” I moaned out the words, but it just made Santa happier. “I…I’m a sub.”
Another thing I shouldn’t have said at work, but I couldn’t find enough common sense to care.
“Yes. I am aware based on your physical responses.” A smaller limb came up and patted my head. “However, I approve of your clear communication, so thank you. Humans do not always excel in communication.”
Understatement of the year right there.
“You’re welcome, Santa.” I was still brain-dead and just stared stupidly at him. “I like communicating.”
Somehow that came out dumber than I’d expected, but Santa patted my back approvingly. “Then I will expect a clear answer to my question, submissive human. Would you like to be taken out for food and additional communication?”
Food and communication?
Oh.
A date.
“Yes, Santa. Thank you.” Santa really knew how to fulfill Christmas wishes. “A date, right?”
Probably should clarify that before I started humping Santa…but god, he was so close to my dick.
“Yes, my human.” He seemed proud of me for having figured that out because it got me another pat. “We shall have a date. Once my scheduled performance is complete, we will expound on our schedules. You will remain at the party until that time unless you have a pressing matter that you will presently explain.”
I was going to stay put unless I had something really important to do…got it.
“Yes, Santa. I’ll come back in here when your time as Santa is over and I won’t leave the party.” Why would I?
“Good boy, my human.” Another pat had me wanting to melt, but Santa started loosening his tentacles, so I had to find my brain. “I must entertain other humans, but do not worry, my interest lies with you.”
Santa was only going to grope me.
Deal.
“Thank you, Santa.” There was probably a list of things I was grateful for, but I could hear people coming closer, so it wasn’t the time to explain them all.
“You are welcome.” Lifting me off his lap like I weighed nothing, Santa set me on my feet. “One hour and then you will attend me, my human.”
“One hour.” Yes, I could remember that. “I’ll be back.”
Because I had a date with a Santa with wandering limbs and a big smile…and one who seemed to understand submission and domination.
But as I forced my legs to move me away from Santa and the line of my coworkers that wanted to play along, I realized I had a lot of questions.
Did Santa understand about spankings?
Did Santa understand how sexy his you’ll obey me tone was?
Had he understood how turned on I was?
Did Santa have a name?
Had I told Santa my name?
What was our date going to look like?
How long did we have to date before he’d move those wandering limbs higher?
How far could he carry me?
Maybe a first date with a focus on food and communication wasn’t a bad idea. But there were still a lot of other bad ideas I could find on a first date with Santa.
Fingers crossed he understood dating was romantic in nature and wasn’t a confused straight guy who didn’t understand the signals he’d been sending.
Having that happen twice would just suck.
Chapter 2
Colby
“No. It was fine.” Better than fine, but telling Jim that didn’t seem like a good idea. “He’s a good Santa.”
No injuries.
No questionable alcohol consumption.
And I’d gotten a date.
“It was fine.” Jim was heading out, so keeping the date part to myself seemed like a good idea. “You head on. I’ll be fine.”
Yep, because I was the type to close down the office Christmas party.
He had every right to be confused, but before he could start asking questions he really didn’t want me to answer, we were both saved by Janet.
Three cheers for HR.
“Oh, Jim.” Her predator-like smile gave me the willies, but Jim lit up like, well, it was Christmas. “I shouldn’t ask this, but I was wondering if you would give me a ride home. I know it’s terribly—”
“Of course.” He cut off whatever fake pushback she was going to give, but she clearly didn’t mind being interrupted judging by her widening grin. “I’d be glad to take you home.”
Yep, there went another bad decision…but it wasn’t mine, so I wasn’t going to worry about it.
Mine was going to be much more fun and end much more erotically as long as I was reading Santa right.
Fingers crossed I was reading Santa right.
But I had to be patient to figure that out, so I mingled a bit more and I pretended to be a good little helper and start putting things away. When the countdown hit zero and I could stop stalking the time on my phone, I decided I’d stacked enough chairs and headed toward the conference room with my fingers and toes crossed, and with my jacket in hand, so there was nothing to slow us down.