Chapter 29 #2
Apparently, I didn’t realize that I’d shifted the look of his mask to seem more like the lead singer’s mask instead of like the “Jason” style hockey mask of my actual attacker. “I guess it does sort of look like his.”
“Yeah, so I listened to some of their music, but then I squirreled away to turtles, and turtle penises.”
I choke on my water and set it down, sputtering. “Turtle penises?”
“Yeah, I’m trying to figure out if mine is based on anything in nature.”
He is trying to kill me, or make my pussy explode.
“And… is it based on a turtle?” Surely I can talk about this. It’s no big deal. I am dying to have sex with him again, but I can definitely talk about his amazing dick with zero issues. None.
You know, except for the wet spot that’s definitely going to be on the chair when I stand up. For a second, I regret that I didn’t wear underwear under my short skirt, but the chair is just going to have to take one for the team. I’m fighting dirty today.
“Nope. Though their dicks are wild. The end opens and closes like a flower.”
“Jesus.”
Talk of turtle dicks leads to even more wild animal dicks, and though he figures that his knot is probably somewhat based on the animal kingdom, the rest is all him.
He makes me laugh when he points out some of the weirdest aspects of Christmas from his perspective—an old man you let break into your house—and the parts he really likes—cookies, presents, and the general feeling of magic—because he gets so animated.
I nod along, somewhat distracted by the tiny drops of sweat that are snaking their way down my back as my nerves ramp up for what I have planned for the evening.
I pull in deep breaths, hoping maybe if I can calm down, I won’t be a gross mess.
Seth doesn’t seem to notice my hand shaking with each bite I bring to my mouth, or if he does, he must assume I am just bad with chopsticks.
In fairness, while I’ve tried teasing him for a week, and we’ve been flirting massively, kissing until we’re squirming and breathless…
Seth keeps stopping before we take it any further.
I wasn’t sure what was going on, because I feel like I’m practically throwing myself at him, until I realized that I haven’t plainly stated what I want.
The part of me that was trained to let men take the lead, to be passive and submissive, is getting in the way.
Now that I’ve realized it, he’s obviously waiting for me. Hence, my plan, which I am calling Operation Coming Down the Chimney.
Does it need a code name? Absolutely not, but giving it one might keep me from chickening out… or at least that’s the hope.
“So…” Seth sits back, stretching, clearly done with his food. “You mentioned that you had some Christmas traditions planned for us?”
“Yeah!” I leap from my seat, the table shaking as I bump into it.
“Whoa, Princess, you can finish eating first.”
“No, I’m just… too excited. I can always eat it later, lo mein is amazing cold.”
Seth places his napkin on the table and stands.
He’s wearing a Santa hat and tugs on an ugly bright green sweater depicting Santa riding a T-Rex that matches the one I’m wearing, and I’ve never particularly thought Santa hats were sexy, but he’s REALLY working it.
Maybe it’s the combo of how it coordinates with his mask?
The way little messy clumps of his hair stick out the front?
Whatever it is, every inch of my skin aches for his touch.
“So!” I accidentally yell. Calm down girl, I’m pretty sure the idea is to be cool when you are being seductive.
Consciously, I slow my movements and lower my volume.
“Well, since I didn’t get to visit Santa this year, I thought it might be fun to pretend.
Otherwise, how is he supposed to know what I want? ”
“Okay, great, how do we start?” Seth looks around and wipes his hands on his pants. Seeing him casually festive in my home fills my chest to bursting with joy. This monster is really the embodiment of everything I’ve ever wanted, and I’m going to make sure he knows that tonight.
“Why don’t you sit there, in that chair by the tree? You can be Santa.”
He sits down but then cocks his head at me. “He’s not going to actually come here to deliver presents, right? He’s not a dream person like me?”
“Not to my knowledge, no. Though, that would make a lot of sense if it were the case.” I walk over to stand in front of Seth, mentally hyping myself up to sit on his lap. Which is silly, I’ve sat on his lap a few times now, but right this second, it feels charged.
“Actually, I don’t think so. I am fast, but I don’t know any of us that could—” Seth cuts off as I settle onto his legs. “Oh, hello…”
“Now, because you’re Santa, you have to ask if I’ve been a good girl this year. And then tell me what I need to do to get on your nice list, or if I’ve been too naughty.” Thank goodness it’s Christmas because I’m sure my face is so red that it will coordinate seasonally with my green sweater.
Seth’s hand spasms on my lower back, and he clears his throat. “I see. Well, Ada… have you been a good girl this year?”
My entire body is tingling now, knowing I’m on the precipice of taking our relationship to the next level.
The past week has taught me that we’re as compatible as I thought we might be, and that Seth definitely wants me, he’s just been holding back.
It’s time for him to know, loud and clear, that I’m all in.
“I’ve tried to be a good girl. I’ve started therapy and did good work for my clients.
But… I think a few times I might have been a bad girl.
I tortured my dream monster even though I didn’t mean to and had some pretty naughty dreams. Also…
” Deep breaths, Ada. “My new boyfriend is driving me insane, so I tricked him into playing a game with me so I could tell him I’m not wearing underwear. ”
I bite my lip, hoping it comes off as seductive instead of just nervous.
Seth freezes, and I’m sure if I could see his face, he’d be shocked. He clears his throat, and beneath me, I can feel him begin to harden.
“Yes, that does sound both very good and very naughty. In fact, it sounds like you might be trying to kill the poor fellow.”
Smirking, I wiggle my ass, grinding down onto his cock, and he groans.
“Maybe just naughty.”
“No! Santa, I can be a good girl! What do I need to do to get off the naughty list?”
“Probably stop torturing him would be a good start!” Seth’s breaths are coming fast now, and I smirk and stand up, dropping to my knees in front of him.
“Or…” I walk my fingers across his pant leg to his zipper. “Maybe he likes it when I torture him a little bit?”
“Princess, you don’t—”
“Hey!” I interrupt. “You didn’t ask me what I want for Christmas this year…”
That perfect tongue darts out between his lips, teasing me some more. “What—what do you want this year?” His voice is rough, and his long fingers press into the arms of my chair. He’s on the very edge of his control when I arrive at the fly of his pants.
“I want…” I say as I undo the button. “To be stuffed…” I yank down his brand-new boxers and Seth’s breath hitches. “Full of monster cock.”
I lean forward, eyes locked on Seth’s mask, and open my mouth.
Seth whimpers.
I’ve never felt more powerful or sexy as I do right now, watching him, barely restrained. But with our history as it is, I’m not going to go any further before he tells me he wants this.
“Do you want to give it to me, Seth?” I use his name, because I want him to be sure, to know that it’s him I want. Maybe we’re playing a game and it allowed me to ask for what I want, but I’m asking because it’s what I want more than anything.
I wait, the cool air brushing against my slick pussy now that it’s exposed. My skirt has ridden up from kneeling, and I bet Seth’s getting a view of a sliver of my skin.
“Fuck, Princess, you know I do.” He hisses, flexing on the chair, his glowing red gaze searing me through.
I close the gap between me and his thick, weeping cock. The bumps along his shaft seem to quiver with anticipation as I lower myself and lick the bead of precum from his rounded, spear-shaped head.
I’m expecting it to taste like the normal cum that I’ve had from a human guy in the past, but Seth’s is light and refreshing. Except for the viscosity, I could have just taken a sip of a holiday punch. Tart, like cranberries, and lightly spiced with a sharp zing of ginger that makes me melt.
Seth growls low in his throat, watching me like he’s about to pounce. I want to drive him past the point of restraint, so I refuse to look away.
With a hum of pleasure, I wrap my lips around his dick, swirling my tongue and drinking down the taste of him.
The bumps bounce over my tongue as I take him in, stretching my jaw to accommodate his girth.
If I had any room, I’d be smiling, and I have to keep my eyes from rolling back in my head.
Each raised bit reminds me of how they felt inside me, but they also massage my mouth as if in a kiss.
There’s no way I’ll be able to take him to his knot, at least not without some proper training, so I wrap my hand around as much of it as I can. Sucking lightly, I press my tongue into him, imagining I’m milking that delicious cum out of him.
“Adaaaaa—” he groans, his hips bucking up an inch or so from the chair before he catches himself.
“Hmmm?” I’m not coming up for air anytime soon. Between my legs, my pussy is screaming for attention.
“That—fuck, you feel so good,” he gasps out, each word a struggle.
I think I love giving blowjobs.
They were always fine before, but now? Licking his delectable length like a lollipop and feeling at once like I’m worshipping him, the closest thing to a god I’ll ever believe in, and torturing him as he writhes in the chair… I know I’ll want to do this as often as possible.