Killing the engine, I open my door and let Joy slip off my lap to stand on the driveway. I can’t help but groan as her perfect ass rubs against my throbbing cock, the bulge clearly visible to anyone who cared to look.

Climbing from the car, I close the door and pull her against me, sliding my hand over her satin clad ass, gripping and pulling her hips against me, all caution thrown to the wind, letting her feel just how hard I am, just how badly I crave her.

God, two years of waiting, yearning, craving this sweet little thing. All those months of denial, how could I have been so foolish?

“You won’t be needing a keeper anymore,” I whisper against her lips, “I’m going to be the only man that will be keeping you, I promise.”

Before she can respond, a sharp bark breaks through the silence of the night. Both of us turn our heads sharply at the sound, another bark comes from my backyard. I look down at Joy, rolling my eyes ever so slightly at my own foolishness.

“Of course, the one place we didn’t think to look.”

She grabs my hand and we walk around to the gate that leads into my backyard. As soon as we walk through the gate, Jolly runs up and starts his usual barking and yipping, jumping up and down and fussing at her feet. She leans down and picks him up and snuggles him close; he’s covered in dirt and God only knows what, squirming away in Joy’s arms while trying to lick her face.

“Jolly, you little troublemaker, don’t you ever scare Mommy like that again, you hear me?!” Her attempts at a scowl make me giggle, she’s even cuter when she tries to be angry. It’s all in vain, as the little terror licks her nose, bringing forth her usual giggly nature. I can’t help but smirk as Joy sets him on the ground and he runs to my back deck, disappearing behind the wooden steps only to reappear just as quickly with a piece of red and white felt in his mouth. He runs up to Joy and proudly drops his prize at her feet.

“Oh my God!” Joy exclaims in surprise as she picks up whatever it is he dropped. “I knew I wasn’t crazy when I couldn’t find this,” she holds up Jolly’s gift and I realize it isn’t a piece of material. Jesus Christ, it’s one of those creepy ass Elf on the Shelf things. I shake my head and sigh softly. I can handle all of Joy’s other over the top Christmas decorations, but I have to agree with the Jolly on this one – that ugly little thing should be buried under the porch.

* * *

I hold up the wet, chewed up elf and sigh. I should have known better than to leave the poor thing where Jolly could get it. I look over at Kris and he’s leaning against the open gate, a grin plastered all over his face.

“I’m sure you find the destruction of a Christmas decoration hilarious,” I say with a deliberate tone of accusation in my words.

He gives a full-out laugh and wraps his arm around my waist and kisses the top of my head. “Baby, as much as I could do without all of fuss and clutter of your Christmas decorations, I promise we will get you another creepy little elf. Now, about that spanking I promised you.”

I shriek with delight as he tosses me over his shoulder and makes his way toward my house. I’m distracted from the cold by a rush of sensation when he slides his palm up the back of my thigh until he reaches the hem of my sleep shorts, teasingly sliding his fingers underneath and tracing patterns on my skin causing goosebumps all along my thigh.

I never dreamt my night would be ending like this.

We reach the backdoor of my house and Kris asks for my keys, “I may have left them in the house when I came out looking for Jolly,” I confess sheepishly. “The door is unlocked.”

Kris growls and slaps my ass, causing me to jerk in his hold while hanging over his shoulder. “Oh, for God’s sake, Joy, I thought I told you earlier to lock these damn doors?”

“Will this add to my spanking?” I ask playfully, blushing at my boldness.

“You’re damn right it will.” He replies as he brings me through my back door that opens into the kitchen, his husky tone at once comforting and arousing, full of such wicked promise that I blush deeper still.

The warmth inside my house banishes the cold as Kris sets me down and we remove our coats and shoes. Jolly trots though his dog door and makes his way into the laundry room where he lays down on one of the many beds he has in the house.

Of course, he still has the elf. I eye him as he chews on his new toy, completely happy with himself. “He’s not going to let go of that elf, is he?” I sulk, pouting at the thought of one of my favorite decorations becoming a ragdoll.

Kris gives my ass a firm, sharp spank, and my mind snaps back to his promise, the very thought of it making my knees buckle. “Never mind that elf, I think it’s time I show you what happens to naughty little sugar plum faeries, don’t you?” He inquires, his voice dark and luscious as he leads me down the brightly lit hallway to my room. “It’s the last door on the left,” I tell him as I follow along.

We enter my bedroom and Kris closes the door behind me. I stand in front of him, completely unsure of what to do, feeling like a schoolgirl on her first date.

“What’s wrong, baby?” He asks me, his brow furrowed, concern written on his face.

“Well, I’ve kind of... never done this before,” I confess, not knowing where to look. His eyebrows arch, his eyes burn with equal parts passion and concern, and I can see the conflict within him, the desire to claim me conflicting with the fear of hurting me.

“Are you telling me that you’ve never been with a man before? That I will be the first and last one to ever have you?”

I worry my bottom lip. He reaches up and with his thumb he pulls my lip from my teeth. “Tell me what I want to hear, baby. Tell me everything – I don’t want there to be secrets between us.”

I draw in a deep breath and sigh heavily. “Okay... yeah, I’ll admit it, I have no experience with men. Hell, I never even kissed until you, and I feel really stupid because I have no idea what to do.” I confide, the words tumbling from me as I look down at my hands, not wanting to consider those bewitching eyes. I feel him come closer, feel his hand lift my chin. I look up, expecting to see disappointment but instead I see something else etched into his smile.

“Baby, you have just made me the happiest man on this earth.” He lifts me into his arms and walks to my queen size poster bed covered in my oh-so-festive red and green sheets – when I said I loved the holidays, I wasn’t kidding.

He lays me back on my mattress and pulls my shorts and panties off in one swoop, his appetite clear in the hungering look he gives me. I make short work of pulling off my tank and bra; giggling as I think to myself how strange it is that could I forget to lock my doors but somehow managed to put on a bra before I left the house. I feel like I should be feeling shy as Kris’s heated gaze roams every inch of my body, and yet I don’t. If anything, I feel just as hungry as he does.

I sit up and grab the hem of his t-shirt, emboldened by this newfound desire burning within me. He leans forward so I can pull the shirt up and over his head, leaning close enough that I can breathe in his scent; all musk and muscle and unfathomable sin. I toss his shirt onto the floor and reach for the button of his jeans.

He reaches down and helps me undo the button and watches as I slowly slide the zipper down. I reach inside his jeans, wanting to touch and tease him when I suddenly realize that he’s gone commando. I look up at him and he gives me a sly grin and growls, “I was kind of in a rush earlier.”

I slip from the bed to my knees on the rug to make it easier to slide his pants down his legs. My eyes widen in shock as I get the second surprise as his cock pulls free from his pants; not only is he hard as a rock and but he’s... he’s....

Holy shit! He is pierced!

I stare in dumb fascination; the head of his cock is pierced - a silver bar through the skin right below the back of his gleaming glans. The sheer size of it alone fills me with both fascination and dread. “There is no way that is going to fit inside me.” I tell him, my voice cracking ever so slightly from nerves and lust.

“Oh, baby, believe me, not only is it going inside you, you will be begging for it all over again as soon as we are done.”

I get a fluttering sensation low in my stomach at his words, and feel myself drip with desire. I’ve never known anything like it, and it’s at once both terrifying and exhilarating beyond words. As I stand I can’t help but want a taste, and I teasingly lick the tip of his cock before I straighten up before him... fuck, he tastes so good.

He growls and grabs me by the arms, taking a seat on the side of my bed as he guides me over his lap. “What are you doing?” I question, my voice cracking with surprise and anticipation.

“I promised you a spanking, remember?” Kris rubs his hand over my ass cheek making me squirm, his skin rough and callous over the softness. Before I can blink or object he delivers a firm spank to my ass, making me wiggle and jump with shock and excitement.

“Be still.” he commands me, the authority in his voice causing me to do exactly as he says. His attention goes back to my bottom and he continues to spank me, alternating between each cheek as he delivers firmer and firmer slaps on each, rubbing each teasingly in between. My mind reels with pleasure and confusion over how this can all feel so wrong yet so damn good, but I manage to count five altogether; by the third I’m tingling all over and the warmth from the spanking is spreading throughout my lower body. I want to beg for more, yet I can’t believe that something as kinky as a spanking is turning me on as much as it is.

“I think that is enough for now,” he tells me. I look over my shoulder at him, my brow raised at his comment. “For now?” I ask. “Baby, I have a feeling you will be earning a lot more spankings in the future.” I drop my head back down and sigh happily, knowing I can’t argue with that statement. Kris spends a few moments rubbing away the sting on my bottom until all that is left is the soothing warmth. Scooping me up from his lap, he slides up onto the bed with me in his hold until his head is on my pillow, helping me up and over him. “I want you to be on top, it will make it easier on you this first time.” His concern for my pleasure warring with his own animal hunger obvious.

I straddle his hips as he reaches down and slides two of his fingers through my folds, the unknown pleasure making me whimper, rocking my hips as he circles my clit before sliding his fingers inside and gently spreading me open like some delicate flower. “I want to make sure you’re good and wet, so you can take me, baby... and damn are you ever.” He looks at me and growls, a deep chuckle slipping from the oh so kissable lips of his as they pull back into a wicked grin. “I think you loved that spanking just a little more than you let on. God, you have no idea the nights I have laid awake dreaming of this very moment”

I blush scarlet at his dirty words, biting my lip as I stare down at him. “Well, I would hate to disappoint you.” I whisper, moaning as I feel his fingers slide deeper still, my tightness melting away under his careful hand.

He grins and growls, deep and low. “I love that. So innocent with your blushing, yet so bold and wild... you have no idea what a turn on it is.” He pulls his fingers from inside me and paints my wetness on my nipples, grinning wickedly as they stiffen and gleam in the light. He guides me down and holds me in place with one hand as he uses the other to teases my pussy with the head of his cock, oh god, he wasn’t kidding about that piercing. The metal bar rubs my clit in just the right way, cool yet warm, hard and yet oh so wonderful - I can’t help but whimper. “God, Kris, please…. I need you inside me right now.” I beg, looking at him, pleading without words as he continues to tease, to torment. Finally, he takes pity on me and holds his cock in place as I push down onto the head. Holy shit, he feels even bigger than I thought he would be. His cock stretches and slides inside of me, my breath ragged and fast as I slowly edge down onto him, taking him until there is no more space between our bodies.

* * *

The growl that tears from my throat is sudden, feral and such a welcome release I must fight not to blow like an inexperienced teenager. The feel of Joy’s tightness wrapped around my cock is almost more bliss than I can take, I never expected her to be so deliciously warm, so inviting, so... eager.

I grip her hips, fighting the urge to take her, to surrender to all the urges I have held in all this time, giving her those precious seconds to adjust, to settle, her little wince as I pushed through the proof of her innocence soon replaced by a shuddering whimper.

“That’s it... ride me. Ride me, my beautiful baby.” I groan, my hands guiding her hips as she settles into the most natural of rhythms.

Our bodies move together in perfect sync; rising, falling, breathing, rocking, hands wandering, questing, seeking, exploring. I fight to hold on, not wanting to finish too soon, wanting her to experience everything I can offer, growling softly as I fight off the all too familiar throbbing, feeling everything tighten and strain to be released.

She’s moving harder on me now, her nerves gone, her inhibitions shattered, her own animal fully unleashed. Her soft wet sex tightens, quivers, her body trembling as she nears that peak, that climax, her breath fast and ragged – she’s so close....

I can’t help myself as I reach between us and rub her clit firmly, teasing the sweet wet little bud with my thumb, sending over the edge as she falls over me, her body shuddering and trembling as she cries out and let’s go, her climax tearing through her and drenching my cock in her cum.

“That’s it, baby, let it all go. Come all over me.” I shout, reaching up and cupping each of her breasts in my hands as I let go and flood her full of my cum, suddenly realizing neither of us thought about protection.

But fuck it, I say to myself, I know we’re both clean and right now all I can see is her; my baby, my sweet Christmas angel, and there is nothing more I want than her carrying my babies. She’s my future, my world, and nothing is going to change that.

Joy collapses on my chest as we both breathe hard, basking in the afterglow. I turn us to our sides, keeping my cock inside of her as I run my hand through her hair and gently kiss her lips.

“I love you,” I confess, “I’ve always loved you, ever since that first awkward moment.” My voice softens and my heart melts at her wonderful sex-flushed smile.

Her face lights up in happiness, making my heart squeeze in my chest. She slides her hand down my jaw and looks straight into my eyes. “I love you too, so much. I knew the moment you arrived you were meant for me.” Her voice soft and sleepy, yet even more wonderful because of it.

We lay there, blissful, serene.... until we hear a scratch at the bedroom door.

Joy giggles as I yell at the door, “Mommy and Daddy are busy.” I laugh myself as I hear our little matchmaker whine on the other side of the door; Joy’s giggles turn to full-out laughter as I pull her to me, kissing her deep and hard, followed by another, and another and for the first time in a long time, I feel like I have found true happiness.

And I have no intention of living the rest of my life any other way.