“Are you sure he’s not going to kill me?” Tim asks anxiously, trotting after me into Con’s office.

“Trust me, he’ll be so happy I bet everyone will get a New Year’s bonus on top of their Christmas bonus.” For some reason, Tim is worried that Con will blame him for my plan, but I know exactly Con who will blame. My ass twitches in anticipation and I grin with greed at the thought my impending punishment. “Besides, don’t you want an early start on the holidays? I’m just giving everyone the day off. Now, do you remember what to do?”

Tim nods. “Yup, lock the door behind and makes sure everyone knows Con has given the entire office a surprise comp day as a thank you for all their hard work during the past year.” He grimaced. “And get the hell out of here otherwise I may be scarred for life.”

I giggle. “Hey, if you stick around you only have yourself to blame if you see or hear anything.”

“Yes, Mrs. Kaplan,” he snarked and flipped me the bird. I stuck out my tongue in response. Who would have thought a year ago that Tim and I would be total BFFs now? I guess it’s not a huge surprise since we both have Con’s best interests at heart. This is just our latest team-up in getting Con into the holiday spirit. Granted, Con has come a long way in his attitude towards Christmas but he can still be a bit Scrooge-like. He just needs a little reminder that holiday cheer should include his employees and that terrorizing them is bad for morale.

“Alright, get out before Con gets here and the surprise is ruined.” I shove Tim towards the door.

“Don’t worry, he called fifteen minutes ago and said his meeting was over and he’d be here in...” Tim checks his watch, “oh shit, in less than five minutes!” He races out and closes Con’s door after him.

I remove my long Canada Goose down coat and hang it in Con’s closet and walk quickly to the washroom to see if I need any touch ups. My face is flushed with excitement but everything looks good. My hair is in a carefully messy updo and my make-up is natural— just enough mascara to darken my lashes, and a candy pink gloss gives my lips a sultry pop of color. I’m wearing a sheer white lace teddy that’s basically two panels of white lace held together with a red velvet ribbon tied into a bow right below my breasts. One quick tug on the ribbon and my breasts will spill out of the delicate lace cups. The look is complete with white thigh high stockings and 4 inch stiletto Mary Janes. Carefully I place the Santa cap on my head at a jaunty angle.

“Alexa, play Santa Baby! on 3.” The sultry, throaty sound of Eartha Kitt fills the room and I perch on the edge of Con’s desk facing the door. I lean backwards a bit, arms braced behind me. The anticipation is killing me.

Finally, I hear the outer door open and Con’s muffled voice before his office door opens. “…and Tim, has Willow called? I’ve been trying to reach her on her cell…” Con’s words trail off and he stops a foot inside the doorway, staring at me as I lounge on his desk.

His beautiful blue eyes darken as they slowly run from the top of the Santa cap perched on my blonde hair, along my neck, stopping for a moment at my breasts displayed so provocatively. His inspection resumes, lingering again at the bow beneath my breasts before continuing downward, taking in every inch of my crossed legs. My sex pulses excitedly and my already damp panties grow wetter.

Leisurely, I uncross my legs. Placing my pink-tipped fingers along my inner thighs, I spread wide, ensuring that my arousal-dampened panties are on full display. He stares at my pussy for a long, endless moment before he finally lifts his eyes back to mine. We are so entranced with each other that we barely notice Tim quickly closing the door behind Con and a definite click of the lock.

“Santa Daddy, do you have a present for me? My stocking is so empty. I can promise you I’ve been a very naughty girl this year.” I bat my eyelashes.

Con starts to loosen his tie as he takes his time crossing the room. He shrugs off his suit jacket and tosses it on the sofa, not taking his eyes off me the entire time.

“I only have presents for nice little girls, not naughty ones,” he drawls. He stops right between my thighs, his hips forcing my legs apart even more.

I pout. “Not even a piece of candy? I want to suck on something.”

He smirks. “Well, I do have something that only a very, very naughty girl can suck on.” He starts to undo his belt and then stops. “Since this is the only present naughty girls get, why don’t you unwrap it yourself?”

God, yes! Eagerly, I finish unbuckling and then scrabble with his zipper before I get it down far enough. Con is already huge—his cock practically leaps into my hand as I gently pull him out. The tip is wet with precum and I can’t wait to taste my treat.

“How did you know that I adore candy canes,” I croon before bending my head and licking the bulging crown, tracing my tongue around the tiny slit as it wept even more tears at my touch. I lick it all up with light, teasing flicks against his shaft.

He sweeps my hair to one side. “Santa Daddy enjoys watching his little girl suck his cock.”

I run my cheek along the velvet covered steel until my nose brushes his groin. I inhale, filling my lungs with the precious, unique scent of his. “And this little girl loves the taste of her Daddy.”

“Do you?” He threads his fingers through my hair. “Then show me.”

I shiver with excitement, but I don’t want to give in—not just yet. I give his cockhead a thorough, open-tongued kiss before lifting his organ and tonguing the underside.

He growls in warning which I ignore. I want more access to my delicious present so I push Con’s pants further down, revealing his strong, muscular thighs. I re-acquaint myself with the tiny mole on the his inside left thigh, giving it a small peck. I place light caresses on his ball sack and the super sensitive patch of skin right behind the testicles.

The hand in my hair grows tighter. “Don’t tease me, girl.” The low-throated menace in his voice sends a thrill through my body.

Again, I disregard his warning. I take my time tonguing the bulging veins in his cock, wetting the shaft with my saliva. My hand joins the party to add featherweight pets. His cock bobs and stiffens as I dance my tongue over every square inch, never letting up but never giving him the full satisfaction he craves.

Even though I know it’s coming, the hard jerk on my hair surprises me. The Santa hat goes tumbling to the floor as his hands bury themselves in my updo. Eyes watering, I peer up at him. The skin is stretched tight across his cheekbones and his blue eyes glitter with angry desire.

“Fucking open your mouth and suck me hard, girl, or you won’t get to touch Daddy for a week.”

My jaw drops. “A week?” I’d never survive. I wiggle my ass. “I thought my punishment is a spanking.” I love spankings. I try to get one every day if I can. The mere thought of his palm striking my flesh makes me wet. Life with Con is murder on a pair of panties. I’m always walking around damp between my legs—either from my own arousal or because he’s just eaten me out. He says he can’t survive a day without a serving of his honey girl.

“Spanking isn’t punishment for you,” he observes grimly. He tugs my hair back so far that my neck aches from the angle. “The only real penalty is to not have access to my cock. Is that what you want?”

Alarm spikes through me even as my panties floods with arousal. “But, Daddy, withholding your cock from me would hurt you, too.”

“If I have to go without to teach you a lesson, then so be it.” His hands drops away from my hair and moves to tuck himself back in his pants.

I slide forward off the desk and drop to my knees, knocking his hands away. “No. No. I want you, Daddy. Give me another chance and I’ll show you how much I want you.”

His hands fall back to his side. “One more chance, then, baby girl or I’ll have to give you real discipline.” He maneuvers until he’s the one leaning against the desk as I kneel before him. He arches a brow arrogantly, commanding me with a stern look.

I quiver and apply myself, taking him in all the way until the cockhead hits the back of my throat. He grunts his approval and palms my neck, silently telling me he wants me to swallow him down as I’ve learned to do this past year. I take a deep breath and breathe through my nose as he slowly enters my tight passage until my lips can kiss the base of his cock.

I catch a glimpse of us in the plate glass window of his high-rise office. The sight of us takes my breath away. There I am on my knees in my white teddy with my breasts straining obscenely against the lace. My high heels press into my butt cheeks.

Con leans decadently against his office desk, one hand bracing himself against the dark wood, the other hand fisting my hair into a ponytail. He’s fully dressed—only his pants are unzipped. The scene is pornographic and beautiful.

Slowly, cautiously, he withdraws. “That’s my darling girl.” He rubs his thumb across my cheek. “Now I’m going to fill that hot needy cunt of yours.”

“Yes, fill me with your come.” I nod eagerly.

“I will.” He swoops down and lifts me into his arms and throws me onto the sofa—one that’s already been recovered a half dozen times this year. He tears at his clothes. Buttons ping against the paneled walls. Shoes go flying. Clothes are flung over his shoulder and then it’s my turn to be attacked. His fingers curl around the red bow and gives it a tug.

My breasts spill out, decadent mounds begging for his touch.

“Your tits look bigger,” he observes. He palms them and bounces them lightly in his hand. “Heavier, too.”

I swallow a secretive smile. “They need kisses,” I tell him.

He kneels beside the sofa and softly tongues one tender nipple and then the other. He plays with me, paying me back for my earlier teasing. I shift restlessly on the sofa. “Con, stop toying with me. I need you.”

“Show me where,” he orders, his mouth still around one breast.

I shove my hand between my legs. “Here. I ache here. Make the hurt go away.” I push out my lower lip in a pout.

He places a kiss on the inside of my elbow. “Is it here that it hurts?”

I shake my head. “Lower.”

He moves to my wrist, holding it by my belly. “Here?”

His hot breath washes against my throbbing pussy. I push my hips up. “No, lower.”

He scoots down a fraction of an inch. “I don’t see any signs of injury,” he observes.

This is my punishment for not blowing him like I should’ve. This is what I get for all my sass. One of these days I’m going to learn my lesson. I’m going to spend a lifetime learning. Wriggling, I try to position my body so that his mouth is right where I want it, but the maddening man backs up.

“Con,” I wail. “If you don’t fuck me in the next ten seconds, I’m going to explode.”

“Well, we can’t have that.” He levers himself over me, spreads my lips with one hand and pierces me in one sharp movement. The invasion is expected yet still shocks me. The way he possesses me when he fucks never fails to thrill. With every stroke, he claims me anew.

He knows—has always known—where to press and push and plunge with the exact right pressure.

“You’re so big, Con. You barely fit.”

His head dips down and a long, low groan of pleasure echoes in my ear. He kisses me, slanting his mouth possessively over mine. With each down stroke, he rubs against my clit, carrying me to higher planes of ecstasy. How did I live before I had Con between my legs and in my heart? It was only mere survival. I wasn’t complete until he became mine and I became his.

He fills me up—not only with his cock, but with his desire, his need, his love. I return it all fully. “I love you, baby girl,” he purrs. “Your pussy is the sweetest heaven I’ve ever had the fortune to touch. You are so fucking hot and tight and soft, I never want to leave your sweet cunt.”

I claw at his back as Con increases his speed and practically nails me to the sofa with each powerful thrust. But it’s not enough—I want him so deep that I’ll never be free ever again. “Deeper, Daddy, please deeper,” I moan.

He reaches down to grab my leg and bends it until my knee is practically at my shoulder, opening me up even more. This position changes Con’s angle just enough so that he’s now rubbing against a sensitive spot deep inside and I go wild, bucking up hard against him as he rams me. I can feel his shaft getting even harder and thicker now and I know he’s close to the edge too.

“Come for me now, kitten. Show your Daddy how much he pleases you,” he growls, staring into my eyes.

My body convulses at his erotic order. With a scream I give myself over to the exhilarating waves of sensation and come hard. My pussy pulses and squeezes his cock as Con stiffens against me and lets out an agonized groan. I can feel his come jetting high into me and knowing that I’ve made my Daddy so happy sends me into an immediate second orgasm and I clench endlessly around him, milking him dry. He falls forward on me with a low cry, his breaths hot against my cheek.

The aftershocks continue to roll through me as I lie utterly boneless and senseless beneath Con, loving the heavy feel of him pressing me down into the cushions. Con’s still in me and I wrap my legs around his hips, wanting him to stay in me forever. He gently nudges his hips and I squirm at the sensation.

Con lazily props himself up on his elbows, levering his torso off my body. “This was the best Christmas present ever,” he announces with an air of delicious satisfaction.

“No.” I grin and pat my belly. “This is your present.”

His eyes widen and he sits back on his haunches, pulling out despite my efforts to keep him in me. I pout in disappointment but Con doesn’t notice for once. He spans my waist with his large hands. “What?”

“It’s true. We’re pregnant.”

“My baby is having a baby?” He says in astonishment. At first I’m a little afraid that his reaction means he isn’t happy about the baby but I can see the shock melting into joy in his eyes.

I nod. “I’m only five weeks along and if I hadn’t gone in for my yearly physical, I probably wouldn’t have known so soon.”

“Merry Christmas, baby girl.” He rubs a hand over my tummy. “Next year, there’ll be three of us.”

He sounds awed. I grin and stroke a palm across his cheek. Stubble is forming, making him look rakish and dangerous. “I can’t wait for us to be a family.”

His blue eyes gaze tenderly upon me. “We are a family already, you and me. This little one is like icing on an already delicious cake. Thank you for loving me. Thank you for giving yourself to me. Thank you for allowing me to take care of you. This is all I’ve ever wanted. You are all I’ve ever wanted.”

A hint of moisture lurks in his eyes and that makes the tears spill out of my own. I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him to me. “I love you, too, Con. Every day is Christmas with you.”