Chapter 4
Chapter Four
After I lock the door—the sound of it clicking closed a reminder of the naughty thing I’m doing—and return, Cole lowers himself into his throne. I no longer want to call it a chair, because he looks more like a king than Santa.
He rests back, his bright red velvet covered legs parting just enough to hold my generous body. He goes to remove his hat, but I stop him.
“Keep it on.”
He raises an eyebrow, the corner of his mouth cocked in a coy smirk that makes a dimple pop up on his left cheek, one I want to lick. “Say please.”
“Please, Santa?”
He hums in pleasure before crooking his fingers at me in a come-hither motion. I go to lay on his legs like he asked, but he stops me, drawing me between his thighs. He stares at me for a beat.
“You tell me to stop, Vixen, at any time, and I’ll stop. You understand?”
My lower belly flutters and I nod. “I do.”
His eyes twinkle, large hands dropping to my round hips.
He doesn’t look away as he begins to pull at my dress, rucking it up until my lower half is exposed.
I’ve still got my tights on, and if they weren’t black, he’d no doubt see the wet spot I know is there.
His gaze admires down my body, stopping at my pussy.
For a second I think he’s going to dive in between my legs, not that I would complain, but then he grabs my hand and moves me.
He helps me get over his lap, his strength making it easy to do.
He has me hold on with the hand closest to him to the arm of the chair and traps the outer one with his, holding it against my body near the middle of my back.
His other hand slowly teases down over my ass that’s now in the air, leaving a trail of sparks.
“This ass, Vixen,” he squeezes one of the cheeks so I moan. “I’ve been dreaming of spanking it since the moment we met.”
“That’s not very long, Santa,” I tease, knowing he’s talking about when we met years ago.
The thought alone makes me ache. It’s nice to confirm he felt that same spark—his thoughts of me anything but innocent.
But he said he wanted to play a role, and I’m going to continue to play it. It’s for the best.
He swats my butt, harder than before, leaving a sting in its wake.
“Such a cheeky girl.” He trails that hand over where he just struck, then down the middle seam of my tights. His cock jerks beneath me when he feels the wetness, and his low groan vibrates through my body. “Is all this for me, baby?”
He presses a thumb against my slit and I whimper. “Yes, Santa.”
“Hmm. Such a naughty girl, getting wet for me even before I touched you.”
“Yes,” I moan as he continues to stroke my pussy. I so desperately want him to be touching me without the barrier of my tights and underwear, but I’ll admit this feels nice too. Just being on his lap and getting his attention feels better than anyone I’ve ever been with.
“Take a deep breath for me, Vixen…atta girl. Now let it out.”
I exhale the breath, and with it he brings down his hand on my left ass cheek.
Before I can register the pain, he brings his hand down on my right.
I squirm, but he holds me strong, spanking me three times more, each harder than the last. He pulls his hand back again, and I wait for the fourth strike, but it never comes.
“Santa,” I whine.
He chuckles. “You love getting spanked, don’t you?”
“Yes!” I moan when he brings his hand back, gently stroking over the struck skin.
“I had a feeling you did. A naughty girl like you craves to be taken care of, doesn’t she?”
His words would have me crying if he didn’t spank me again, chasing away the unwanted emotion. Because I do crave being taken care of. And I want to be taken care of by him.
Cole swats me in quick strikes before stopping again, guiding the hand he had held against me to the chair, and telling me to hold on. He doesn’t waste time bringing his hand to meet his other, doing what he said he’d do, and gripping the fabric covering both my asscheeks.
A ripping sound fills the air and my heated skin meets the cool air of the cabin.
He doesn’t rip my tights completely, just enough so my ass and pussy, still barely covered by my soaked underwear, is exposed.
He pauses and I turn my head over my shoulder to find him staring, eyes devouring the sight before him.
“You made a mess of your clothes, Vixen,” he tuts. “Might as well continue to destroy them.”
I have no time to respond. He tears my panties off me in a harsh tug, then throws them to the ground.
Like a wild animal, he pulls at the seams of my tights further, wholly exposing my ass and pussy to him now.
They’ve torn completely in half between my legs, my swollen clit pressing into the velvet fabric of his pants.
I gasp loudly as he pushes my legs apart to see better, and my pussy is so wet, I can feel the arousal leak down my inner thighs.
“Ho, ho, ho, look at how pink and swollen your cunt is for me, Vixen.” He softly swipes a finger over my slit, but not enough to bring me any relief. I try to grind my clit against his leg but he stops me with a smack, his fingers leaving my wetness on my inflamed skin.
“Try to be a good girl and hold still.” He takes my hand back from the chair and holds it on my mid back again, the position keeping me from moving. “Take your punishment, then we’ll see if you can finally tell me what it is you want from Santa.”
I should just tell him the truth. That he’s right, I came here to ask for a man.
Someone to take away the pain of loneliness, and when I saw him, I knew I wanted him to be the one to do it.
But I want him to spank me like he said, teach me a lesson and take care of me—so I don’t speak.
I arch my ass up as much as I can and spread my legs wider in offering.
“Very good, Vixen. Beautiful.” His hand comes down on my ass and I cry out from the hard spank.
He holds me firm and does it again, coming down on each ass cheek with more force each time.
He goes on like that for a few more, before he stops to tease me, holding his hand over my abused skin that I have no doubt is red by now, making me whine in anticipation.
“You need more?” He muses.
“Yes, Santa. Please.”
He gives me what I want, spanking me harder, my ass jiggling with each hard swat and my painfully hard nipples pressing into his strong thigh with the force of each hit.
Cole pulls back his hand after another series of teasing spanks. I think he’s done, but then his hand sails down, not on my ass but on my pussy.
Tingles erupt through my body and I scream. Cole moves my hand back to grip the chair and lifts his knees up so I don’t fall, the pressure on my clit at the change in position almost makes me come.
I’m about to beg for more when his fingers press at my lips. “If you can’t keep quiet, your mouth is going to be stuffed. Now open.”
I part my lips without question, and he puts his two fingers in.
They’re thick and taste like peppermint, no doubt from the candy cane I smelled on his breath earlier.
He presses down on my tongue and my mouth waters.
He slides them in further until I gag, his other hand striking my ass again at the same time.
I cry out once more, the sound muffled by his fingers.
“Suck on them, baby. Show me what you’d do if it was my cock filling your hole instead.”
I moan and suck, his other hand spanking each of my cheeks in a steady beat, so light it drives me insane.
“That’s it, you’re turning into Santa’s little slut, aren’t you?”
I suck his fingers harder in answer, twirling my tongue around them like I would his cock.
“Hmmm, so good.” His hand grips my smarting ass, and he plays with it like he would a stress ball, squeezing and rolling it in his rough palm. “Your ass is so red, so hot. And your pussy is dripping for me.”
He pulls back and swats my pussy, harder this time, his fingers in my mouth keeping my cry muted. Cole smacks it again, but instead of giving me a third, he dips one of his fingers inside. My pussy clenches around the digit, and his cock throbs beneath my belly.
“You’ve been so good for me, Vixen. Do you want a little reward before you tell me the truth about why you came here?”
He removes his fingers from my mouth, placing his hand on my outer hip. I nod vigorously along with my words. “Please, Santa. Please.”
“Will you continue to be good?” His finger inside me delves deeper and curls, just lightly touching my G-spot. I convulse on his lap, and would have fallen off had it not been for his grip on me.
“Yes! I will, I promise.”
I expect him to fuck me with his finger, or add another, but instead he pulls away.
I bite my cheek on a whine from the loss.
He holds me firm with his other hand, his body shifting beneath me to the left.
He bends forward slightly and grunts, as a noise that sounds like something popping off another thing fills the air.
I look over my shoulder as best I can as Cole leans back in the chair to find him smirking. He holds up what he has in his hand and two things happen simultaneously. My eyes widen and my pussy clenches.
It’s not what I expected it to be, not that I had a clue of what he was doing.
I know by the merriment in his eyes exactly what he plans to do with the large plastic candy cane in his hand.
One of those hollow ones used for decoration, like the ones filled with candy, but with a rounded bottom.
It must have been tied to some other decoration.
“Cole—”
“Nuh uh,” he scolds. “Who am I?”
“Santa.”
“That’s right.”
He drags the cool plastic over my ass before the rounded bottom drags through my weeping slit. The side of the plastic glides through and I realize it’s textured, like it’s been braided.