6. Jack
jack
. . .
T he fear in her eyes shouldn’t be such a turn on, but it is. She claws at the strip of garland around her throat, and I tug harder on it, forcing her to stand from the bench seat on the massive red sleigh. Her face flushes as she stumbles forward, her legs likely sore from being tied up and spread apart.
But she wanted pain, she wanted me to hurt her, and what she wants, she gets.
“Kneel.” I snap and point at the floor. Her eyes flash with something—not annoyance, but something hot. They glaze over as she drops to her knees, and instead of looking up at me like I expected, she keeps her gaze trained on the floor.
It’s an act of submission, and it’s not something I take lightly.
I tug on the garland leash, watching as she drops forward onto her hands. She crawls forward; the snow sticking to the palms of her hands. I circle her, taking in her body from every angle. Her pussy is still glistening, soaked from the attention I’d given it.
Reaching over, I grab the candy canes from the sleigh and unwrap the rest of them. I hold all thirteen in my fist as I drop to a knee. These were the thickest candy canes I could find, and still, I don’t think they’ll be big enough to stretch her to my full size.
“Ready for more, little elf?” I ask, dragging my hand over her ass. When she doesn’t immediately answer, I bring my palm down in a harsh smack. “I asked you a question.”
She whimpers, and the sound is so fucking pathetic, it makes my cock ache. It’s been hard since the second she passed out in my arms, and I’m desperate for relief.
“I’m ready,” she says breathlessly.
I don’t warn her as I slide six candy canes back inside her. She cries out, her teeth clenched tightly together. Instead of working her up like I know I likely should, I press three more inside her, watching as her pussy stretches around them.
I hook my finger around the canes and pull them out before shoving them back in. Her pussy contracts around the sticks, weeping with her arousal. I drag my finger through it, and bring her wetness to my lips, groaning at the minty, musky flavor.
I press the rest of the candy canes in, and lean back to stare at all thirteen sticking out of her cunt. It’s almost comical, but it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
Gripping them in my fist, I fuck her hard and fast, grinning at the way she cries out with each brutal thrust. “Santa!” she screams, tossing her head back, blonde hair flying. I tug on the garland, forcing her spine to arch until she's in an unnatural position.
It gives me an idea, and I grin. “You’re going to love this,” I mutter. I tie the garland around the candy canes, watching as it tightens around her throat. She tries to move her head forward, but when the candy canes fuck into her deeper, she freezes.
Getting to my feet, I bring my hand down on her ass again, over and over, spanking her until her skin turns the prettiest shade of red. She gasps, her sobs caught in her throat. The sounds she’s making—my cock aches for release. I can’t take it anymore.
I can tell she wants to move around, but there’s no way for her to without choking herself or fucking herself deeper. She’s stuck.
I grab a few more candy canes from my bag before moving in front of her. Her eyes meet mine, teary and smudged with mascara. “Open wide,” I taunt. She obeys beautifully, letting her tongue loll out of her mouth like she’s nothing but a stupid, mindless cumwhore.
I pull my cock from my red Santa pants, letting it hang in front of her face. Fear shines in her eyes, the same way it always does when a woman sees my dick for the first time. It’s massive, a solid twelve inches, and when I see the trepidation enter their eyes, I get impossibly harder. Their pain, their fear, drives me. It turns me on like nothing else.
Hooking two candy canes inside both her cheeks, I pull her mouth open wider. I jerk my hips forward, resting my dark red tip on her tongue. Drool spills from her mouth, dripping down and caking in the snow beneath us.
She can’t move her head, can’t do anything but take it. Tears streak from her eyes, mixing with her saliva, and I toss my head back.
She’s never looked prettier.
The heat from her mouth engulfs me, searing my cock as I push further in. She gags violently, but the way her throat constricts around my tip only spurs me on. I slide in deeper, smiling when I feel her begin jerking around, trying to get free.
I grin down at her, taking in the panic in her eyes. She whines and cries out, the garland stretching taut. The candy canes shift in her pussy, and her cries turn more desperate.
“What’s wrong, my little slut? Is it hurting you? Stretching you wide?” I push my cock deeper, and one of her hands moves to my thigh. “Oh, are you scared of choking on my dick? Are you scared I won’t let you breathe?”
I drop a candy cane away, keeping one cheek hooked, as I move my hand to the back of her head. My fingers tangle in her hair as I fist it, applying enough pressure to force her head forward. Her throat expands around me as I slide in. The muscles contract and ripple around me, and I know it has to hurt, but it feels so fucking good for me.
“Take it, bitch,” I grunt. Her eyes widen, and her fingers dig into the red fabric of my pants. I hold myself there, loving the way she’s forced to fuck herself with the candy. Even if she wanted to stop, her body is on autopilot right now—it’s protecting her, trying to make her breathe.
But I won’t let her.
She bangs her hand on my thigh in a desperate, pathetic attempt to get me to let up. But I don’t. I can’t. Instead, I pull out just enough to let her feel every ridge, every thick vein, before I shove back in. She doesn’t have but a few inches in her mouth, so I grab her hand from my thigh and guide it to the bit of my cock that’s free.
“Stroke it,” I demand. “Don’t stop until I tell you to.”
When she doesn’t move, my palm connects with her cheek. At the harsh impact, her throat gets impossibly tighter, and I groan. I slap her again, loving the way it feels to have her esophagus massaging my hot flesh.
She gags and whines, saliva pouring from her mouth in thick rivulets. It trails down her chin, down her chest, dripping from the points of her hard little nipples. Her full tits swing with each brutal thrust of my hips, and she wiggles her hips, like she’s trying to escape the constant torture from the peppermint inside her.
Finally, I pull out completely, and she takes in a deep breath, gasping for air. “Don’t be so fucking dramatic.” I scoff. She peers at me with watery eyes. Reaching up, she wipes her mouth with the back of her hand.
“I couldn’t breathe,” she rasps, her tone almost accusatory.
“That was the point.” I grab her hand and bring it back to my cock. “I didn’t say stop stroking.”
She balances on one hand, trying not to move too much, and uses the other to slide her fist over my cock, twisting and tightening her grip. I watch for a few seconds, but it doesn’t feel nearly as good as it did when my cock was down her throat.
I’ve abandoned both candy canes, and I grip the back of her head with a hand and jerk her forward. “Open your mouth,” I say.
There’s a moment of hesitation, and I tighten my grip on her hair. She cries out as I shove her head down, making her ass raise into the air. The candy canes slip even deeper, and I reach across her smaller body to fuck her with them a few times, grinning at the stupid way she moans.
“Feels good, huh, whore?” I taunt her and watch as she digs her fingers into the snow. “Open your mouth.” Her lips part, and I drag her forward, resting her cheek on the toe of my shiny black boot. “Lick it.”
The sharp intake of breath makes me smile. I fuck her harder as I watch her tongue hesitantly roll out of her mouth. She probes my shoe, her nose crinkling in disgust, but soon, she drags her tongue along the smooth leather. A trail of spit follows as she licks every inch of the tip of my boot.
“Are you going to suck my cock like a good little slut?” I ask, my voice mocking.
“Yes, Santa,” she whines.
“Ask me to fuck your throat.” I shove the candy canes as deep as they’ll go, and she bares her teeth.
“Will you fuck my throat, Santa?”
“Hmm.” I let out a low sound deep in my throat. “You can do better than that. Really make me believe you want me to fuck that tight little throat of yours.”
She takes a deep breath before she wraps her lips around the toe of my boot and sucks on the leather—she sucks and licks like her life depends on it, and I let a laugh slip out.
“Pathetic little slut, aren’t you?” I say, and she lifts her head to look up at me.
“Please fuck my throat, Santa. I want to feel you stretching me wide. Don’t stop until I pass out.”
“Fuck.” I grip her throat as I pull her up to her knees. She cries out as the candy canes slide even deeper, but I don’t give a fuck. I press my lips roughly against hers—she tastes sweet, like the cookies from earlier, and a little salty from my cock.
She tastes like fucking heaven.
And, in that moment, I think I might’ve fallen a little bit in love with her.