Part I - The Naughty Elf #5
Billy nodded. He could already feel the effects of the wine, like warmth spreading out through his body, and it was delightful. He took another sip; trying to ignore the intense look Nick was giving him. It felt like he was being sized up—like Nick was trying to figure out how fast he could run.
Billy shuddered. The idea of running from Nick, of being caught, made something hot and dark curl in his belly.
“So,” Nick said, pulling his hat off and putting it down on the bar. “What kind of experience do you have?” He leaned down, putting his elbows on the bar, bringing him almost to Billy’s eye level.
“What?” Billy asked, fidgeting.
“Sexually,” Nick said, leaning forward. “You’re obviously a submissive little thing—and I like that—but I want to know what I’m working with here.”
Billy felt frozen to the spot. He wasn’t submissive, was he? He blinked up at Nick, wondering what he was talking about.
“I’m not submissive,” he said, frowning. Nick pulled himself up to his full height and laughed. He walked around the bar, moving with the grace of a predator, and came to stand right in front of Billy. He took Billy’s glass and set it down on the bar, a superior little smirk on his face.
Nick stepped back and the smirk disappeared. Billy felt a nervous knot of tension forming in his stomach.
“Get on your knees,” Nick commanded. Billy dropped down without even thinking about it, gasping when his knees hit unyielding hardwood. Looking up, Billy’s eyes widened at the sight of the huge bulge just inches away from his face.
It was only there for a few seconds. Nick crouched down and grabbed him by the back of his hair, pulling his head back with a painful tug.
“What do you feel right now?” Nick asked, his expression still hard and lacking any humor. Billy shuddered. He felt good.
“I feel… I like it, sir,” he said, his voice trembling. Nick’s eyes narrowed.
“I didn’t ask you if you liked it,” he growled, his other hand grabbing Billy’s jaw and squeezing. “I asked you what you were feeling.”
Billy couldn’t breathe. Nick’s hands were huge, the grip on his jaw reaching from ear to ear, and he felt utterly at the big Santa’s mercy. It was a good feeling.
“I feel excited, sir. Good,” he said, the words coming out in a mumble because of Nick’s grip on his face. Nick smiled, slow and wide, and there was something intensely satisfied in his expression.
“That’s right. Do you know why?”
Billy didn’t answer, but Nick didn’t seem to need him to. The alpha spoke in a low, intense voice.
“It’s because you like being dominated. The fact that I’m holding your face like this is making your little cock harder than it’s ever been in its life.
If I told you to get down on your belly and worship my boots, you wouldn’t even think of disobeying me.
” Nick grinned, wide and mean, and Billy felt shame curling in his stomach.
“Do you know why? Because disobeying me would make you feel worse than lying on the ground—like a worm—and licking my boot. Because you’re submissive.”
Billy couldn’t deny the truth of Nick’s words, not with how he was feeling right now, but having it thrown in his face was not fun. He felt humiliated, and he wondered why Nick was being an asshole to him. Billy hadn’t done anything to deserve it.
This wasn’t punishment for the explosion, was it? Billy couldn’t imagine that the new Santa would be so cruel.
Nick let go of his face and pulled him back to his feet, and Billy realized that there were tears in his eyes.
“Being submissive isn’t a bad thing,” Nick said softly, the hard edge gone from his voice.
He pulled Billy in for a hug, and Billy leaned into the muscular embrace.
Strong arms wrapped around him in comfort, and Billy pressed his face into Nick’s hard front.
He didn’t understand what the alpha was playing at.
“I like dominating people, and you like submitting. One doesn’t make you better than the other,” Nick said after a while. “I won’t think less of you for letting me dominate you.”
He sounded sincere, and Billy relaxed. In his fantasies, Billy was always the one being thrown around and fucked—but it was playful and fun.
He never acknowledged to himself the fact that he was taking on the submissive role.
It wasn’t something he’d avoided; it just wasn’t something he’d thought to explore.
The idea of getting down and licking Nick’s boots was completely foreign to him, but he couldn’t help but admit to himself that the idea had a certain appeal.
“Have you had sex before?” Nick asked, stepping back and handing Billy his drink. Billy’s hand brushed Nick’s leather clad finger when he took the glass, making him shudder.
“Yes.” Billy took a big gulp of his dandelion wine, relaxing as he felt the alcohol hit his system. Elves got drunk on even the smallest amount of liquor, but it only lasted a few minutes while they burned it out of their system.
He looked up, nervous, but Nick looked happy with the answer.
“Have you ever been fucked?”
Billy nodded, blushing beet red.
“By an alpha?”
Billy shook his head. He’d seen a few alphas come through the castle over the years, but he hadn’t talked to them, much less had sex with any of them. Nick’s chest puffed up at the answer. He sounded cocky when he asked his next question.
“Have you ever fucked anyone?” The words were said almost like a challenge.
Billy shook his head, his blush intensifying like a pressure inside his head.
He’d had plenty of opportunity to be on top, but it had never been something that appealed to him.
Nick seemed to like that answer even better than the one to whether or not he’d ever been fucked by an alpha, and Billy wondered what he read into it.
“What about BDSM, do you have any experience with that?”
Billy was confused. He had no idea what Nick was talking about.
“What?”
Nick licked his lips, studying Billy with a small smirk on his face. “BDSM. It stands for bondage and domination, discipline, sadism, and masochism. Have you ever explored anything like that?”
Wide-eyed, Billy shook his head no. He was feeling lightheaded again, and he was acutely aware of how big and strong Nick was compared to him. The idea of being disciplined and dominated—of being tied up—had him feeling hot and bothered.
“Would you like to?”
Billy swallowed, his mouth feeling dry. He slowly nodded his head and jumped when Nick took step closer. The big Santa laughed, taking Billy’s glass of dandelion wine and putting it down on the counter.
“Good,” Nick said, bringing his hand up to cup Billy’s neck. He pushed Billy forward, leading him away from the bar.
“Where are we going?” Billy asked. Nick’s hand felt like a vice on the back of his neck.
“I want to show you my playroom,” Nick said. He pulled Billy close to his body and Billy’s spine tingled in anticipation.
“Your playroom?”
Nick chuckled, rubbing his thumb in circular motions over Billy’s neck, and didn’t answer. They walked from the living room and down a wide hallway, stopping in front of a wide set of double doors. Nick pushed the doors open, and marched Billy inside.
Billy stared. The room was large, easily three times the size of Billy’s cottage, but it was the furniture and implements lining the walls that had Billy struck dumb.
He took a hesitant step forward, Nick following, and looked around.
What he saw made his cock bulge uncomfortably against the crotch of his uniform.
“What’s that?” he asked, focusing on the first thing he’d noticed when entering the room. It looked like a bench of some kind, but there were thick leather straps all over it and it was padded with supple black leather.
“It’s a fucking bench,” Nick said. “You see here? I’d bend you over and strap you down by your wrists, arms, thighs, ankles, neck and waist—and then I’d have you completely at my mercy.”
Billy shuddered as Nick walked him in a circle around the bench, the alpha stroking his gloved hand lovingly over the straps and padding. He sounded like he’d like nothing better than for Billy to be vulnerable.
“What would you do then?” Billy’s voice was hoarse. His stomach felt like he’d swallowed a thousand butterflies.
Nick didn’t answer right away. He led Billy to the back of the bench and pushed him forward until his thighs were pressed against the top padding, trapping him between the strange piece of equipment and Nick’s muscular body.
Billy held his breath. Nick’s hand slid up his neck to grip the back of his hair, and he breathed out slowly as Nick pushed him down until he was bent over at the waist. His cheek came to rest on the incredibly soft padding, cool and smooth and smelling of leather, Nick’s hand fisted in his hair, and he waited to see what the big Santa would do.
“I would spank you until your ass was as red as my suit,” Nick growled, grinding his crotch into Billy’s ass, “and then I’d fuck you until I popped my knot, breed you, and then I’d plug your hole for good measure and leave you here to think about what a lucky little elf you are.”
Billy whimpered, his cock throbbing as Nick’s words washed over him, the alpha’s enormous package grinding into his ass.
“Do you feel how hard I am for you?” Nick whispered, brushing his lips over Billy’s neck.
Billy took a shuddering breath and tried to nod, but Nick was holding his head utterly immobile.
“Yes, sir,” he said, sounding wrecked. Nick laughed, low and rumbling and pleased, and pulled Billy up into a standing position. The tug on his scalp was the weirdest mix of painful and good that Billy had ever felt.
Leaning back against Nick’s front, Billy moaned when the alpha’s hand left his hair and moved around to grab his throat. All Nick had to do was squeeze a little tighter and he’d be choking for air.
“Do you like this?” Nick whispered, tightening his grip until Billy couldn’t breathe and then loosening it. Billy closed his eyes, seeing stars.
“Billy?” The word was a warning.