Secret Santa
TW: Bondage, gagging, dub-con.
HOLLY
What on Earth was I thinking?
In theory, the idea sounded far too perfect in my mind not to act on it. Now that I’m laying on top of an office desk owned by a practical stranger, wearing nothing but lace lingerie, bound, gagged and blindfolded, I don’t know how I feel about it anymore. But it’s too late to back out.
Somehow, over the sound of my own, wild heartbeat thumping in my chest, I hear the office door open. The steps stop for a moment, then the door closes and I hear the unmistakable sound of the lock clicking in place.
“Fuck me, looks like Santa delivered my present early,” I hear a deep voice mutter as footsteps approach me and I can feel him circle the table.
Then, I feel his finger trace along my side, leaving goosebumps in their wake. “I should thank whoever is my secret Santa this year, I’m getting a very special Christmas present. I should probably test out my gift before Collin comes downstairs, don’t you think?” He says and cups my breast gently.
My breath catches in my throat as the realization dawns on me. The man in the office isn’t Collin, it’s his father, Elias. Oh no, oh no, this can’t be happening. My future father-in-law can’t be here.
I try to speak up, explain this is a misunderstanding and the note was meant for Collin, but every word leaves me muffled, even I can’t tell what I’m trying to say.
The next moment, he pinches my nipple through the lace, making me whimper behind the gag.
“Such a sweet little present. I wonder what I should do with you first?” He mutters and releases my nipple to slide his hand down my body, between my legs.
His fingers graze over my pussy through the lace and a deep, loud groan leaves his throat. This is wrong. I know this is wrong and shouldn’t be happening, but not only am I absolutely at his mercy, I hate to admit this, but I kind of enjoy the fact.
A gasp escapes me as his hands grab my thighs and spread my legs wider. He takes it as an invitation, becoming bolder, his hands running over my skin and grabbing at the flesh.
I know the exact moment he notices the slit in my panties, the very detail I chose to ensure easier access for Collin when I planned this gift.
“Someone was really thinking ahead, weren’t they?” He mutters and chuckles while he guides his finger to run along the slit, then suddenly, he pushes one finger inside me.
I toss back my head and moan against the gag. My body shudders with pleasure at the sudden invasion. I can’t think straight, can’t decide if the fact that I was already wet just thinking about acting out the fantasy even before Collin’s dad found me here is a blessing or a cruel joke.
I’m pulled out of my thoughts and doubts by the sound of his soft groan. He adds another finger, pushing them in and withdrawing in torturously slow motions. “Fuck, I’m going to enjoy my little present.”
Then, just as suddenly as he pushed the fingers inside me, he pulls out completely and moans as I listen to him suck my juices off his fingers.
“I knew forbidden nectar had to be sweet, but you’re surpassing all of my expectations,” he whispers with such intensity that I know he’s doing this on purpose.
I hear the sound of him unbuckling the belt, followed by the sound of his pants dropping to his ankles, the belt buckle hitting the hardwood floor.
My breath hitches as he rubs the tip of his cock against my clit, teasing me a little before he pushes in.
I moan around the gag as I feel him enter me, but he doesn’t push in deep, literally just the tip.
Then, he pulls out and a soft whimper escapes me just before he starts rubbing his tip against my clit again.
I move my hips as much as I can, despite the restraints, seeking more friction.
He chuckles darkly, holding his cock steadily against my clit, but not giving me what I really want. “Patience, sweetheart,” he murmurs, then slaps his cock against my clit a few times before he slides inside me again, this time going deeper. “Shh..”
I whimper again, sounding desperate as I pull at the restraints, silently demanding more while he’s playing games with my body and senses.
At this point, I don’t care what’s wrong or right anymore, I need more.
But Elias doesn’t care, he ignores my silent pleas and continues his teaching rhythm—pushing in just enough to stretch me around him before pulling out and rubbing the tip against my clit again. This is the most maddening and delicious torture I’ve ever experienced.
His hand slides from my thigh up my body until it reaches my breast. Elias squeezes it gently, then pinches the nipple through the lace, making me arch my back and whimper with need again.
“No, not yet. Patience, sweetheart, patience,” he whispers gently and fuck me, he sounds like the most cruel bastard the world has seen.
A loud, desperate moan tears out of me as Elias grabs the lace of my bra and pulls it down only to hover over me and tease my nipple with his tongue. His cock is still rubbing over my clit, the things he’s doing to my body are sending me into an overdrive of sensations.
Then, he captures my nipple in his mouth, sucking and biting on it gently while he guides his other hand to my other breast, pulling the lace down and running his fingertip over my nipple. When his mouth releases my nipple, he gently blows on it, adding more conflicting sensations to the mix.
It’s like I feel him everywhere at the same time and I don’t know what to focus on. Add the fact that I can’t even see him because of the damn blindfold to the mix, can’t see the intention in his eyes—I’m seriously starting to lose the last threads of my sanity.
And just because it’s Elias, the master of sexual tension and torture, just as his mouth captures my other nipple, he guides his cock to my entrance and slams inside me so hard, I scream against the gag.
Just as I think he’ll go through with it completely, show me heights and sensations I’ve never experienced before, Elias pulls out of me completely and takes a step back.
Panic surges through me as I imagine the worst case scenarios—he could leave me high and dry, or worse, leave me as I am for Collin to find.
Thankfully, none of that happens. Instead, Elias drops to his knees and pulls my panties to the side, exposing my pussy to him completely.
A sound that can’t be mistaken for anything but a growl tears out of him as Elias leans in closer and inhales my scent before he presses a soft kiss to my clit.
“So fucking pretty... And all mine to devour.”
His statement proves to be true as I feel his mouth on me. Elias devours me like a starving man, his tongue plunging into my pussy before he pulls back just to lick and suck on my clit. He pushes two fingers inside me and curls them slightly while his sinful mouth keeps sucking on my clit.
This man... God, he knows exactly what he’s doing.
Just as the thought crosses my mind, Elias once again proves how right the assumption is. He teases me relentlessly, pulling his fingers out of me and focusing on devouring me. With his mouth and tongue alone, he’s sending me into overdrive and he’s clearly enjoying it.
His large hand covers my ass cheek and grips it almost painfully, making me squirm and moan around the gag while he buries his face between my thighs.
Elias eats me out like this is the last meal he’ll ever enjoy, just as I feel the unmistakable build-up of my orgasm nearing, he stops and pulls back from me.
“Almost there, sweetheart?” He asks, his hot breath fanning against my folds.
I try to make a sound that’ll let him know just how close I am, how much I need the release, but he has none of it.
Instead, he gives my pussy one, final, torturously slow lick and moans as he straightens up. “Close, but not quite,” he murmurs.
The next moment, I hear him spit, followed by the unmistakable sound of his hand wrapping around his cock and Elias stroking himself. Another groan leaves him, which only makes the situation that much hotter and way worse.
Again, I know this is wrong, but I’ve always had a weakness for men who are vocal during sex and Elias is nothing if not vocal. Add the things he’s doing to me...
I can feel his heated gaze on me even though I can’t see the look on his face. Something’s telling me he’s enjoying this too much—the fact that I’m at his mercy and can’t even move unless he decides I can.
Holding my breath, I wait for what might come next. The time seems to stop, or at least drag painfully slow as I listen to him stroking himself slowly. Is he really done with me? Won’t he finish what he started?
Another gasp escapes me before I realize what he does next.
I feel something wet land on my clit, then drip down between my folds.
For a brief moment, I almost assume Elias is somehow almost completely mute when he comes, but then he explains himself in a barely audible whisper, “not cum, just spat on your pretty little clit, sweetheart.”
Just as the words leave him, Elias presses his thumb against my clit and starts slowly rubbing his spit into my sensitive skin while still stroking himself.
“Look at you,” he murmurs and adds more pressure against my clit.
“So fucking needy. You’re begging to come without saying a single word.
God, I wish I could listen to your beautiful voice scream my name as you come. ”
Elias guides his fingers lower and spreads my lips, then aligns his cock with my entrance and pushes in slowly. He pulls back almost all the way, then pushes back in just as slowly, dragging out the torment.
Still moving inside me like he has all the time in the world, Elias slides the straps of my bra off my shoulders and pulls the cups down, exposing my breasts to him fully.
He cups them both, squeezes gently, then guides his hands down to my hips to keep me down against the desk, making it impossible for me to even try to move and meet his thrusts.