Penny

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AFTER MALCOLM WOKE me with his mouth between my legs, he flipped me over and centered me on top of him.  He told me to show him just how I’d ridden my pillow that night on the phone when he told me to imagine it was him.

Even as sore as I was, I did as he asked, and we both came with a shudder, drenching the sheets in the enormous bed yet again before he took me by the hand and showed me to the executive suite at the back of the Village.

With the swipe of his card, we were inside, and soon cleaning off together in the large marble shower.  He washed my hair, soaped my body and—losing my inhibitions—I dropped to my knees and sucked him to orgasm again, feeling strangely accomplished and powerful as he filled my mouth with his cum.

“Merry Christmas.”  Malcolm dries me as I step out of the shower, my legs quivering from the longest night of sex imaginable—and a morning of yet more sex.

“Merry Christmas.”  I smile even as I struggle to keep my feet under me.

“Did you ever imagine you would wake up on Christmas morning in the North Pole?  Smack in the middle of Christmas itself?”

“Never.  It’s a dream come true.  In fact, this whole thing is like a dream.”

“Penny.”  Malcolm pauses in the middle of toweling my hair.  He’s still naked, his erection still at half-mast even after he came twice in the shower.  “I’m going to take you to my party today.  Then tonight, you are coming home with me.  No arguments.  I know we’ve only known each other a short time, but when I thought I’d lost you yesterday...”  His voice hitches and catches before he continues.  “I’ve never felt anything like that sense of loss.”

He looks down for a long moment and I watch as his chest fills with a deep breath.  He holds it there, forlorn, his hands unmoving now on my shoulders. 

I feel the sadness emanating from somewhere within him.  “What is it?”

“I have felt that loss before, but only once.  When my mother died.  It was that deep, Penny.  I felt the same sort of grief when I thought I’d lost you.  I can’t explain it, but it’s like I’ve been waiting for you, and yet I’ve known you all along.  Please, tell me you feel the same way.”

“It’s a Christmas miracle.”  I can’t help the giggle that erupts. 

“One more time.”  His eyes darken and before I know it, he’s got me up and against the wall, his erection buried deep inside of me.  He fills me yet again with another round of cum, groaning his latest release until it’s dripping out of me.

He’s insatiable.

After he eases me down from the wall, he begins to run down how we are going to spend Christmas day.  We are walking naked, hand in hand, back to the bed.  I need to retrieve my costume since I have nothing else to wear at the moment.

“Okay.  So, I’ve got security to escort you around.  You pick out anything and everything you want, including a dress for tonight.  Don’t even look at the price tags.  Take your time, I’ve got to finish my speech for the party, get my tux, and meet with a few of the board members before it begins.  Aaron, my driver, will take me where I need to go while you shop.  Then he’ll be back here in about twenty minutes, after he drops me off at my apartment.  It isn’t far from here. He’ll come back up here, you can dress, and he will take you to the party. I will meet you there.”

He leans down and kisses me.

“Oh and here.”  He reaches down into his back pocket.  “This is a phone for you.  Had security run out during the night and get you a phone you can use for now.  Tomorrow, I’ll get you a new iPhone from the Apple store, but today is Christmas and all but a few stores are closed.  Sorry, it’s not the best, and I always want you to have the best.  But at least I can keep track of you and you can call me if you need me.”

“Thank you.”  I take the nondescript black phone from his hand.

“Anything for you, Angel.  What else do you need right now before I go?”

“I need another shower.”

“Nope, I’m not going to allow that.  I want my cum dripping down the insides of your legs.  That’s all mine and fuck if the thought doesn’t make me hot as hell.  Knowing my scent is on you.  That no one else is ever going to touch you.  Not while I draw breath.”

He watches me as I pull on the dress he brought me.  As I slept, he snuck out and grabbed a few things since all I have in the world right now is my elf costume and my purse. 

“Watching you put that dress on, fuck, you’re a dream.  I think I should go back out and find something a little less flattering.  I trust Aaron, but I don’t know the security people here all that well, and the thought of anyone even having a less than platonic thought about you sends red into my vision.”

“You just have a thing for elves.  It’s your kink.  I’m sure there’s a name for it.”  I grin teasingly.

“Fuck.”  He shakes his head.  “You are so fucking beautiful.  I can barely breathe around you.”

“Stop.”  I can feel the heat rising to my cheeks.  “I’m just a simple Christmas elf.” 

“No, you’re not.  You’re my Christmas elf.”

With that, he kisses me and taps on his phone with one hand, calling for the security guard to meet me in the jewelry department.

I listen as he walks away, talking into his phone.  “I want you to open all the cases for her.  Whatever she wants.  And I do mean whatever she wants.  Just keep the tags, I’ll take care of it all.  Then take her to the formal gown area, turn on all the lights in the store, the music—make sure it’s Christmas music—everything...take care of her or I won’t be happy.  And if I’m not happy, you won’t be happy, capiche?”

Twenty minutes later, I’m wandering through the most lavish, luxurious areas of Knight & Knight, following the security guard as he steers us towards the glimmering jewelry cases.

“Take your time.  I’ll be over here.  Got my newspaper yet to read.  See what makes news on Christmas Day.”  He’s an older man and I feel comfortable in his company.  He shoots me a fatherly smile as he takes a seat on a stool behind the counter and leaves me to stare at the treats in front of me. 

I’m overwhelmed.  Diamonds, gold, platinum, emeralds...even tiaras with pearls and dangling jewels of every color, size, and shape.  It’s all so eye-catching.  An hour later, I’ve tried on everything and chosen nothing.  With a sigh, I come around and lean on the glass case, and the security guard sets his newspaper down in front of me.

I expect a playful pretense at exasperation, but instead I see something heavy in his eyes. 

“You made the paper, Elf Penny,”  he says and I look up.  “So did Mr. Knight.  You both made the paper. Christmas Day.  Naughty and nice.”

He slides the open newspaper my way.  I look down at the headline.

Knight & Knight set to close all Christmas Villages!  The sub headline continues... while Elf Penny Shows Malcolm Scrooge the true Meaning of Christmas.

My heart catches as I read.  Malcolm convinced the board of directors that the Christmas Villages are a waste of company profits.  Why?  Why would he do that?  It doesn’t make sense, not the Malcolm that I know.  He wouldn’t...would he?

According to the newspaper, he would and he has.  They are to be dismantled beginning January 2^nd and replaced by additional ‘revenue generating’ retail space.

The article goes on to interview the last family that went through the Village at the flagship store.  Seems the reporter had a leak about the closing and caught the last family to go through on the street outside—the foster family I’d taken pity on.  They told the reporter what had happened, how I’d paid for their admission and how it was the greatest gift anyone could have given their foster children.

I’m glad I did it, but my heart still sinks.  I finish the article as it lays out Malcolm’s true feelings about Christmas.  It just doesn’t sound like the same person.  The article includes how he and his father always viewed the season as a boon to their bottom line only, and that the Christmas Villages were no longer profitable in a world of minimum wages and health and safety inspections.  It goes on to quote an anonymous source speaking of Malcolm’s reputation as a cold-hearted businessman, who’s left a trail of broken hearts in his path. Dating women then calling them into his office when he was finished with them.

Dismissing them like a bad employee.

The realization hits me like a steam train.  I’m just the latest in a long line.  He’ll shower me with gifts today, then discard me tomorrow.  Is that all I am to him?  Glancing over at the jewelry laid out before me, it seems so obvious.  I’m a PR move. Why didn’t I see it before?

What hurts the most is that those other women were probably happy with that.  I’m sure they took what they could get while it was on offer.  But that’s not me.  I don’t care about gold necklaces and designer dresses, I care about...

All I care about is what I already had.  The Christmas Village.  A man who loved me.

And now he’s taken those things away and replaced them with cold, hard cash.  As if they were for sale.

There’s more in the article, but I stop reading.  I can’t take anymore.  I push it away in disgust, certain now that I have absolutely no idea who he is.  How could I love someone who hates Christmas?  How could I have been so deceived?  This isn’t the man who’s captured my heart and taken my body.  And yet, the evidence is here, right in front of me.

Just as tears are threatening, Aaron comes up from behind me and I jump at the sound of his voice.  “How’s the shopping going?”

I’m afraid the glare in my eyes is a giveaway, but I’m too upset to care much.  “Malcolm told you to take care of me.  To give me whatever I want, didn’t he? To do what I say?”  My voice hardens.

“Yes,”  Aaron answers, his eyes narrowing.

“Well, here’s what I want.”