Page 6 of Naughty

Chapter3

Kris

I feela shift in my little elf. What did I say to set her off? Not that it really matters. She’ll break eventually. I just have to find the right trigger. I brush my nose against her clit, delighting in the squeals coming from her. I’m surprised by how sensitive she is. Taking my tongue, I jab it deep within her, letting her essence coat my tongue.

Curling my lips up into a grin, I continue to feast, licking up every bit of her cinnamon and honey taste. It’s addicting. I don’t want to stop devouring her. My cock is rock hard and achy in the confines of my clothes. Reaching down, I tug on my pants, just to give me a bit of room. My head pops out from the band to rest against my stomach, granting me a modicum of relief.

Candy canes! I give in and slide my hand inside, grabbing my length in a death grip. Each stroke is like heaven, but nothing compares to the show Noel is giving me. Arching my neck forward, I gaze down at her glistening pussy, the evidence of her arousal glinting in the lights. All her muscles bunch and release as she tries desperately to stay indifferent to me. But she’s not indifferent. Every gasp, every squeal tells me what she likes and doesn’t like. Soon, I’ll be able to play her as well as she’s trying to play me.

Rising up, I let go of my cock and head to the top of the table. Noel’s eyes are closed, but a faint blush tints her cheeks. Her mouth hangs open as she regulates her breathing. I eye her lips and smile. That will be a perfect place to ease my discomfort. But first, I need to get inside her head.

“Are you sure you don’t want to tell me anything? I’m trying to help you out, Mistletoe.” Where in the sugarplum fairy did that come from? I don’t need to be giving her pet names. I need to be tearing her limb from limb until she tells me what I need to know. I look down at her eyes, the exact shade of the plant I called her. Fudge. This is not good.

Shaking my head, I dispel the sentimental nonsense and get to work. Loud clangs and clatters fill the air to ensure her nerves get jangled. Finally, I shake some bells, the light tinkling grabbing her attention. I pick up a large needle and hold it to her face. Her brows furrow as she tries to figure out what it is.

“Since you’re being less than forthcoming, this little tool will persuade you.”

Taking the tip, I press it into my finger, letting her watch as a dot of blood wells up. Swallowing, she turns her head and starts breathing in a rhythm. I set the needle down and clean my finger off before sliding my hand down against her lower lips. Noel groans and twitches her hips, trying to get me to pleasure her, but she hasn’t earned her release yet.

Fathers, but she’s drenched. This naughty little elf likes my games. I definitely need to up the stakes. Keeping my fingers skimming her delicate flesh, I lean over and pull up a piercing with a tiny bell hanging from it. I shake it back and forth, making it ring out. Her eyes widen as her brain catches up to what she’s seeing.

“You snuck into my office and lied about it repeatedly. I can’t trust you. To that end, I want to know everywhere you are at all times. I think some jewelry for you is in order.”

I set the bell down and reach out to stroke her lips before placing my palm against her throat. Her eyes flutter closed, and I swear it feels like she’s purring under my touch. Precum leaks from my head and sticks to my shirt. I don’t care. At this moment, her reactions mean everything. They soothe a part of me I didn’t know I had. Have all my women submitted this sweetly?

Testing her, I tighten my grip, expecting her to fight, to struggle, but she lies there, her face softening into a serene smile. A small part of my heart breaks as I watch her lying there, her body thrumming with arousal at my touch. Why in the silver bells did she have to be so naughty? More importantly, after I’m done with her, how am I going to go back to those simpering women who just playacted at submission?

It’s not fair. Yet again, I’m stuck being the dutiful son, even if it means going without what I truly want. Anger rises in me, and I grip her slender neck even tighter. Her lips part as her body starts to go limp. Waiting for just a moment more, I let go right as she’s about to dip into unconsciousness.

I watch her closely as her eyes flutter back open. Her pupils are dark and dilated. The drunk smile she gives me is enough to make my balls clench up. It’s so easy with her. Everything is just so easy. Well, not everything. I still can’t make her be honest with me. It’s that impasse that spears through my heart. If only I met her under different circumstances. But no. It’s my lot in life to be tested.

Picking the needle and piercing back up, I make my way towards the end of the table and contemplate my options. Her lips glisten and twitch as I watch her. Every inch of me wants to stop this and just dive right back in, but I can’t. I just can’t let myself get closer than I am. Nodding, I pull over my cart and make a great show of jingling each bell.

I hear Noel’s breathing. It’s a rapid swoosh of air that makes me high and dizzy with need. The fear just pours off of her, and I eat it up. Her energy sizzles along the air, filling the room with her frightened arousal. Closing my eyes, I lay my fingers against her lips and fill the area with ice cold. It should numb her enough that she can’t exactly tell what I’m doing but still let her feel some sensations.

Picking the piercing needle back up, I drag it along her lips, studying each twitch and jerk she does. I pinch the skin and prick it, not enough to draw blood, but enough to see that she can feel it. With a smile, I lay down the actual piercing, and instead, pick up a clip-on with a bell dangling on it. Giving it a slight shake. I wait until her fear is at a peak before sliding one end of the earring on the needle and placing it against her skin.

Without giving her a chance to think, I push the needle gently against her and let the clip-on slam shut. Her blood-curdling screams make me eternally grateful that I had the foresight to soundproof the room. Continuing down the line, I do the same thing until there are six bells on either side of her outer lips.

I prick my finger again and smear the blood over the needle before coming down to where her head is. Tears free flow down her face as she takes it in. Her body quivers as sobs tear through her. A small part of me just wants to scoop her into my arms and show her the truth, but it vanishes when I think of her putting Christmas in jeopardy. I’ll do anything, say anything, to keep it safe.

“Do you want to talk, or do I need to decorate your nipples as well?”

Her lips tremble as she thrashes her head back and forth. Sighing, I grip her hair and force her to look at me. If she just confesses, I might be able to redeem her enough to keep her, but she has to let me in. Sorrow and fear lurk in those green depths, and I loathe the part of me that had to put it there.

I lay her head back down and shift up to her nipples. They are tight and fully erect. Unable to help myself, I lean down and suck the peak into my mouth. Her scent and taste fill my head. I scrape the taut skin with my teeth, delighting in the moans coming out of her lips. Laying the needle back on the cart, I slip my fingers down, ecstatic to find she’s even wetter than before. Her mouth may lie to me, but her body can’t help but tell the truth.

Smiling against her breast, I flit my fingers back and forth, making the bells jingle. I release just a touch of magic and take away the cold, letting her feel all of the sensations. Her clit is hard and swollen under my touch as I slide my finger back and forth. The groans and moans are obscene, and they spur me on. Pinching and stroking, I tease her. She gets even wetter. Pulling back, her nipple escapes my mouth with an audible pop.

Using both hands, I keep teasing her clit as I ease a finger inside of her. Noel’s hips jerk back as best they can, trying to escape me, but I keep pushing forward.

“Holy tinsel tits, you’re tight,” I groan out, pushing my way further.

Her moans rise to a fevered pitch with pleas and sobs littering the air. I pause for a moment and pull out.

“I’m allowing you to orgasm woman, are you seriously telling me no?”

I make my way back up to the table, shocked to hear her still crying. A cold sense of dread settles deep into my chest.