“Ho, ho, ho!” I walked down the aisles of the toy workshop, watching the elves man the conveyor belts. They could build an average of a toy a minute, but even with a hundred elves, we put in long days.
“Looking good, Elmer.”
“Great work, Amelia.”
“Nice truck, Bobby!”
Each elf I addressed beamed up at me for a second before returning their attention to their work. The elves took toymaking very seriously. More so than any of the rest of their jobs, and there were a lot of jobs to do. It took a lot to keep the North Pole running smoothly.
I had a ton of work to do, but these were my morning rounds, important for keeping up morale. And I needed the distraction. Alone in my office, I couldn’t keep my mind from wandering to Crystal, her red satin bra, and the taste of her lips.
And I was doing it again. Great jumping jelly beans.
The bell rang, signaling the first cocoa break of the morning, and I retired to my office and poured myself a fresh cup of cocoa, which I seriously considered spiking.
I needed to see her. I could hardly focus on my work, and I had no idea what I was supposed to be doing. With a sigh, I cracked open the book that held the naughty list and stared at her name.
Crystal Angelina Turner. Even her name was sexy. I rubbed my face with my hands. Focus, Yule!
“So, when do your mother and I get to meet her?”
“Arrgh!” I jumped at the sound of my father’s voice, spilling my cocoa in my lap. Kringle Krisps! I am totally spiking the next mug. “Dad! You have got to stop doing that!”
My father laughed and handed me a napkin from the cocoa cart to wipe up the spill.
“I’m not trying to scare you. Focus, Son. Pay attention to your surroundings. Get your head out of the clouds.”
I glared at him. “What do you want?”
“That’s obvious. We want to meet her. Your fiancée. The future of Christmas. Your Mrs. Claus.”
“She’s not my fiancée yet, Dad. Got a ways to go on that front.”
“Might want to speed up the process.” My father pointed to the calendar on the wall. “You have one week until Christmas Eve, Son. It’s go time.”
I scowled. “I’m aware of the date. I’ve been working very hard to balance my job with my mission. You are the one who gave me only two weeks to pull off a near-impossible task.”
“It’s tradition that you become Santa on the eve of your thirty-ninth birthday, and you have the remainder of the time between your birthday and Christmas to find and marry your Mrs. Claus. That’s not my fault. It’s the way it has always been.”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Well, maybe you should have had me in January or March, then, instead of two weeks before Christmas.”
My father shrugged. “You were a St. Patty’s day present, Son. What can I say? You know it’s my second favorite holiday.”
The reference to my conception was more than I could take right now. “Get out of my office. I have a ton of work to do, no thanks to you.”
“Whatever you say. Just bring her here this weekend. You mother needs at least two days to plan a proper wedding.” He snapped his fingers and was gone.
Thank God.
I kept the decorations up. Every single one of them, and when I looked at them, I smiled. My ass clenched, and my pussy tingled every time I caught a glimpse of that ridiculous Santa tree topper, or the silly gingerbread houses I didn’t have the heart to throw away. Not to mention the small pile of wrapped packages under the tree that grew larger each day. Every morning, when I woke up, there were at least two new ones. And then, of course, there was his parting gift. A huge centerpiece vase on the dining table filled to the brim with candy canes. At least, it had been filled to the brim when he left Sunday night. It was now Wednesday, and my supply was dwindling. I couldn’t get enough of the sweet minty sticks, and every time I put one in my mouth, I thought of Yule slamming me against the wall and taking me like his own naughty little elf.
Stupid nickname. I missed it, and him. I missed the ridiculous way he hummed Christmas songs under his breath constantly and the way he drank cocoa with every meal. I missed the never-ending supply of corny Christmas pajamas he snapped into existence.
I hadn’t heard from him since Sunday night, but that was no surprise. Christmas was only eight days away. He had a plethora of Santa Claus duties to tend to and far more important things to do than indulge the repressed dreams of a confirmed anti-Christmasite on the naughty list.
“The naughty list thing is a problem, but imagine my joy when I opened my nonbeliever list today and watched your name fade right off the page.”
His deep voice echoed behind me, and I turned to see him standing there, all gorgeous six foot one of him, clothed in his uniform of red velvet.
“Yule!” I scolded, calling him by his real name, “Don’t do that! Can’t you teleport to outside the front door or something halfway normal?” I shrieked, even as my insides melted at the sight of him.
He shrugged and snagged a candy cane from the vase. “The magic isn’t perfect. I think of you and then I teleport to wherever you are. Lucky for us, you weren’t in the bathroom.”
Annoyed by the thought of such a gross privacy invasion, I scowled at him.
He just stood there, casually unwrapping the candy cane before sticking it into his mouth with a suggestive grin. “I missed you, little elf.”
My shoulders sagged as the week’s stress seemed to roll off my body in waves with those five simple words. I walked toward him and all but fell into his arms. His red jacket was soft and warm and smelled like pine and peppermint. He held me for several minutes before taking me by the shoulders and pulling me back to hold me at arm’s length. He grabbed my chin with the crook of one finger and lifted my face until my gaze met his. The miniature candy cane stuck out from the corner of his mouth, reminding me of our last night together and giving me all kinds of naughty thoughts.
“Do you really believe, little elf?” His face held a mixture of hope and skepticism.
“Well, your magical book of secrets says I do,” I joked, “so I must. Besides, it’s kind of hard not to with you teleporting in here with your mind reading, and your perfect gifts, and your freaking magical flying sleigh.”
Crunching the candy cane between his teeth, he quickly swallowed. “God, that is so fruitcaking hot.”
He grabbed the base of my neck and backed me against the wall with lust on his face and passion in his eyes. He kissed me with a deepness and longing that filled my soul and sent only one message. This man wanted me.
Damn. Who would have thought it would be believing in Santa that made me irresistible?
The fervor with which he kissed me and the pure unbridled desire he held for me fueled my own need. I was frantic in my mission to relieve him of his bulky uniform. The Santa suit was cute, but Santa himself was sexy as sin.
I wrestled with his jacket, and yanked at the large metal belt buckle.
Yule tossed his head back and laughed. “Little elf,” he said, snapping his fingers. “If you wanted my clothes off, all you had to do was ask.”
He magically removed not only his own clothes, but all of mine as well. Holy shit.
He was naked perfection, standing there with his rock-hard erection and self-satisfied smirk. I threw myself onto him, wrapping my legs around his waist. He stumbled backward, taking us to my couch, collapsing into a sitting position with me straddling him, my legs still wrapped behind his back. I felt his erection press against my opening, and I spasmed with frantic need, hoisting myself onto him, impaling myself with his candy stick.
Where our first lovemaking session had been slower and sweeter, as we explored each other’s bodies, this one was hot, heavy, and reckless with abandon as we took what we needed from one another, grinding together with a passionate heat. We had one goal. Release, and I was hovering on the brink.
“Call me Daddy,” Santa growled, plunging his cock so far into me I felt my insides shift.
“Jingle balls, Yule!” I growled back, riding his cock like it was a wave, and I was a surfer.
“You know you want to. Do it.” He was commanding it, and his authoritative tone made my pussy spasm.
“Daddy.” I whispered it reverently, shocked at how good it felt.
“Say it again.” He grabbed my breasts, cupping them while he tweaked my nipples ever so lightly.
I gasped in pain. Sweet, sensual pain. My body seemed to heat from the inside out, and light exploded behind my eyes. I saw stars.
“Santa Daddy!” I cried it out as I screamed my release, watching his eyes dilate as he, too, orgasmed, filling me with his cum.
“Oh God!” I jumped off him quickly, taking his dick in my mouth and swallowing the juices of his arousal. I wasn’t on birth control, and we hadn’t thought to use a condom, as it had all happened so fast.
His cum was thick but sweet. I licked my lips, searching the banks of my memory for the familiar taste.
Fucking eggnog. His jizz tastes like fucking eggnog. Because, of course it did. I licked every last drop from his tip, enjoying teasing him with my tongue as he spasmed inside my mouth.
Finally, I released him, closing my eyes as I collapsed onto the couch beside him with my head in his naked lap.
“Oh God,” I moaned, covering my face with my hands. I could still taste the hints of peppermint and eggnog. “This is crazy. It’s crazy what you do to me. I’m falling for you, Yule. I’m freaking falling for Santa Yule Claus! What the h-e-double candy canes is wrong with me? This is insane.” So is the fact that I can no longer cuss without substituting crazy Christmas words in place of normal adult curse words.
“It’s not insane. I’ve seen insane, and this is not it. It might be a little crazy, but crazy doesn’t have to be a bad thing. Sometimes, a little bit of crazy is just what we need in our lives, little elf, and what I need is you. Crazy or not, I need you.”
I didn’t respond, as I lay there, still trying to catch my breath from our sexual escapades.
Yule moaned underneath me, leaning down to lay a kiss upon my lips. “Little elf, there is nothing I would like more than to be here with you all night, but alas, I have work to do, and you have work in the morning. You need a good night’s sleep, and I have hours left in my workday. I hate to screw and run, but I had to see you.”
My face fell, my lips pursed into a pout, and I felt the sting of tears behind my eyes. I already felt his absence, and he wasn’t even gone yet.
After getting his suit back on, Santa gathered me into his arms and stood. He carried me into my bedroom where he made another pair of ridiculous Christmas pajamas appear in thin air and then onto my body. Pink covered with poodles and candy canes. With matching socks. It was impossible not to smile as I looked down at my ridiculous getup.
Yule took my hand and led me to bed, tucking me in, and lying down next to me. I was under the covers, and he was over them.
He took my hand in his and held it. I was glad he was with me still, not doing a complete “screw and run” as he called it. And yet, I knew he had work to do.
I sighed. “Thank you for coming over,” I whispered. “I missed you. I didn’t know when I was going to see you again.”
“This weekend,” Yule responded confidently. “I’ll see you Friday night. And I’ll try to use the doorbell this time. By the way, dress for cold weather. We’re going to the North Pole. My parents can’t wait to meet you.”
Before I could ask questions, or, God forbid, get his phone number, he leaned forward, kissed my forehead, touched his nose, gave a wink, and was gone.
Gosh dang merry fruitcaking teleporting Santa.
I didn’t use the doorbell, but it wasn’t for lack of trying. Her pull was too strong, and my thoughts were too focused. I wanted to be with her, and that’s where I appeared. Wherever she was.
This time it happened to be her bedroom. She was sitting on her bed, surrounded by piles of clothing and an open suitcase. Her face was morphed into an intense frown, and she was so lost in thought, she didn’t even seem to notice my arrival.
“Little elf, you’re not packed,” I spoke quietly, so as not to scare her.
When she looked up, there were tears in her eyes.
I quickly crossed the room to sit next to her on the edge of the bed, and leaned forward to gently wipe her tears with the pad of my thumb. “Now, what’s all this?”
She closed her eyes and groaned. Her cries intensified, growing into full-fledged sobs. She struggled to speak through her tears. “It’s too much! I can’t...I can’t. It’s too soon.” She collapsed against my chest as her entire upper body shook with her cries.
What in the holy holly was happening here? Whatever it was, it did not seem to bode well for my mission.
At a loss, I let her cry for a little bit. I patted her shoulders and rubbed her back and waited until she had calmed down enough to be able to speak.
When her shoulders stopped shaking, I pulled her back so that I could see her face and wiped her tears again.
“Whatever it is, little elf, we can fix it together.”
She shook her head. “I can’t go with you to the North Pole, Yule. I can’t. I can’t meet your parents.”
“Well, they will be very disappointed. They were looking forward to it. And my father will have words for me about it, I’m sure. But, no matter. We certainly can’t have you going if you are this upset about it. That won’t be any fun.”
“I don’t want to disappoint them. I want them to like me.” She sniffled, wiping her face with her sleeve. “That’s the problem.”
“I’m not following.”
“Your dad is Santa, and your mom is Mrs. Claus. And,”—she lowered her voice to a whisper—“I’m on the naughty list. I can’t meet Santa while I’m on the naughty list. It’s too embarrassing.”
“Well, first of all, I’m Santa, now. Not my dad. And we’ve met. We’ve done more than just meet.” I winked.
She met my rebuttal with a death glare and sighed heavily. “You know what I mean.”
“I do,” I agreed. “So, it’s time to get you off the naughty list, then.”
Hope lit her eyes, and she looked up at me with a mixture of excitement and heavy suspicion. “How do we do that?”
“Well, that depends on why you are on the naughty list.”
I snapped my fingers and the large leather-bound book that held my lists appeared in my lap, open to the page that held her info.
She peered over my shoulder with interest, and I snapped the book shut. “Tut tut. These lists are top secret and confidential. Look away.”
“Fine.” She pouted, turning her body so her back was facing me.
I opened the book again and read. “Well this isn’t so bad. It says far too much cursing, a bit of out-of-control partying, a couple of parking tickets, and a lack of charitable actions.”
“Lack of charitable actions? What’s that mean?”
“Exactly what it sounds like. For instance, you know that nice veteran who hangs out in the parking garage of your work? When was the last time you did something nice for him? Or even, I don’t know, treated him like a human being?”
“Nice veteran?” She scoffed over her shoulder. “You mean that alcoholic, homeless bum who is always pandering for his next drink?”
I shook my head and slammed the book closed. “See now, this is exactly why you are on the naughty list. But don’t worry, we can fix it.”
She turned to face me then, looking weary. “How do we do that? And how long will it take? It’s almost Christmas!”
“Won’t take long. Let’s work on it tonight and tomorrow, and then tomorrow night we can head up to the North Pole, and you can meet my parents with a clean slate and a clear conscience.”
“Tomorrow night?” She raised her eyebrows. “It’s that easy?”
“Well now, I didn’t say it was going to be easy. But if it’s that important to you, we can do it.”
“It’s that important to me.” She straightened her back and steeled her shoulders. “What do we need to do?”
“Well first, there needs to be absolution for your naughty deeds. The cursing, and the partying, and the parking tickets. I’m sure you can guess what that means.”
She groaned. “Let me guess. A spanking?”
I nodded. “A big one.”
She sighed, stood and walked out of the room. Before I could even ask where she had gone, she returned with the wooden spoon. She placed it in my hand, and threw herself prostate over the edge of the bed.
“Okay. I’m ready.”
Oh dear. She had no idea what she was in for. I stood and placed the spoon on the bed near her head, making sure it was in her line of vision.
“Not so fast, little elf. Little girls get the spoon. Big girls get Santa’s belt.”
She turned over so fast I half expected her to get whiplash. “What?”
I rested my hands on my thick leather belt. “You heard me. If getting off the naughty list is your goal, you’re going to have to take the spanking you have coming. And it’s a doozy. The future Mrs. Claus must be pure as the driven snow.”
She winced and rolled back over, burying her face in her bedcovers. Her words were muffled, but I could make them out through employing my mind-reading skills.
“Okay, but I’m scared.”
I sat on the bed and rubbed her back. “I know. It’s scary, and I’m not going to lie. It’s going to hurt. But then it will be over, and after we work on some good deeds tomorrow, you should be free and clear of the naughty list.”
“Okay.” I could hear her voice trembling. It squeezed my heart, but I knew this must be done. And I was happy it had been her decision before I had had to bring it up. It still wasn’t going to be easy, though.
I stood and rolled up my sleeves, preparing to begin. She shot off the bed. “Wait!”
“Yes, little elf?” This was it. She was going to decide it wasn’t worth it and demand I leave. Christmas would be ruined forever, and it would be all my fault. I braced myself for the worst. I had to stop myself from reeling when she launched her body at mine, wrapping her arms around me and leaning her head against my chest.
“I needed a hug first,” she mumbled into my shoulder. My heart melted, and I wrapped my arms around her slight frame, holding her close. We stayed locked in a tight embrace for several minutes. Finally, she exhaled deeply, pulled back, and looked me in the eye. “I might call you Daddy. Or Santa Daddy. It could just slip out.” She seemed apprehensive about this fact and seemed to be warning me.
I chuckled. “I’d be disappointed if you didn’t, little elf.”
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