Naughty St. Nicholas: A Santa’s Coming Short Story Read online

  She caressed my breasts, admiring me openly. “You have pretty tits.”

  “Thank you.” Was that the proper response? “Plenty of men have said that, not used to a woman saying it to me.”

  “May I kiss them?”

  I swallowed, blushing. “Um. Sure?”

  She giggled and brought a plump breast straight to her sweet lips, sucking in the nipple without warning. I gasped as my knees threatened to give out. She tittered again and released my nipple with a sweet kiss on both pebbled tips. “Mmmm, so nice. Your master is very lucky, indeed. I would love to taste between your thighs, too.”

  “I don’t have a master,” I said, my stomach trembling.

  Sapphire’s blue eyes twinkled as she said, “You do tonight.”

  She helped me into my lingerie. I was squeezed into a tight corset that pushed my ample breasts high, nearly spilling my tits out and my ass cheeks were exposed as the thong went up my crack. Matching red thigh-high boots rode up my legs and I’d never felt so sexy in my life.

  I was thankful for the wax job I’d gotten the day prior so I was smooth as a baby’s behind everywhere but the skin was incredibly sensitive, making every touch against my pussy excruciatingly erotic.

  “And now the final touch,” she said as she put a masquerade mask over my eyes. “Everyone at Malvagio wears a mask to protect identity. The only time you can take off your mask is in your private room, understand?”

  I nodded, even though I felt as though I’d fallen down the rabbit hole. Was it possible that Nick had orchestrated this night or had I really been dropped off by mistake and poor Nick was waiting for me at some restaurant downtown, nervously checking his watch as the moments ticked by with me as a no-show?

  “Come,” she said as I accepted her outstretched hand like a lifeline “your master awaits.”

  My master? I didn’t know what to think but my stomach had butterflies.

  We walked a narrow corridor, past closed doors where muffled moans and screams of pleasure fought for dominance over the throb of the music in the background until we stopped at an ornate door with the number five blazoned in gold filigree.

  I swallowed, looking to the woman for guidance.

  “Don’t be afraid,” she said, smiling as she opened the door.

  The light was dim, candles flickered in alcoves set into the walls. A huge four-poster bed, draped in black and burgundy satin bedding dominated the room but my gaze went straight to the huge wooden “X” hanging on the wall and the straps fitted to it.

  “Ohhh, you’re ready to play,” Sapphire said with approval and I started to shake my head but I was already wet and curious. Her giggle was almost infectious as she lead me toward the contraption. “That’s excellent. Your master wants you on the wall when he arrives anyway. Let’s get you where you belong, honey.”

  She was going to strap me to the wall? And then what?

  It wouldn’t take long to find out. With brilliant efficiency, she helped me onto the wooden frame, locking my limbs into place with leather straps.

  Then, she removed my mask and replaced it with a mask that obscured my vision completely. I sucked in a tight breath as her fingers lightly grazed the open slit baring my pussy.

  My skin was tantalizingly sensitive. “Too bad I can’t stay to play, too. You’re too sweet,” she said with a pout in her tone. “But your master is very territorial. Perhaps I’ll see you on the floor after he’s had his fill.”

  I didn’t know what she meant. I didn’t understand any of what was happening but the dark thrill arcing through my blood was intoxicating.

  Being strapped to the wooden frame, nearly naked, awaiting a stranger — it should’ve been terrifying — but I was practically dripping with anticipation.

  Somehow, I felt removed from myself, from reality. In this place, anything was possible. I was free to be whomever or whatever I choose.

  God, it felt so damn good to just be in the moment, to stop thinking for a minute and just vibrate with the knowledge that I couldn’t do a damn thing but accept whatever was about to happen.

  The door opened and I stiffened, my breath stilled. “Who’s there?” I called out, my toes curling as I waited for an answer. “Who are you?”

  The silence was unnerving. For a split second, a sliver of fear began to unravel my excitement. I was in a sex club, no one knew where I was and I had no idea who was in the room with me.

  This was the plot of a SVU episode. “T-there might be a mistake…”I stammered. “I was supposed to meet a friend and the driver brought me here instead…”

  A low chuckle sent shivers down my spine. The sound was vaguely familiar yet…no, it couldn’t be. I swallowed, my breath shallow. “I…I…”

  “You’ve always looked fucking stunning in red,” he said, his voice close to my ear. I sucked in a wild breath, my heart jumping in my throat.

  Holy fuck! I knew that voice. But it couldn’t be. No fucking way.

  He moved to my other ear, whispering, “The first time I saw you, you were wearing a red, silk blouse and I could see your nipples. I wanted to fuck you right then and there.”

  I started to shake. Not with fear — arousal.

  This was my Nick.

  But not my Nick.

  “Nick?” I ventured, my tongue darting to wet my lips. “What’s happening?” I asked, confused and excited even though nothing made sense.

  How was it possible that the Nicholas I knew — the man who was incredibly sweet and kind, generous and an overall nice guy — had me trussed up on the wall, practically naked like a piece of sexual candy?

  And, holy fuck, I was into it.

  “Baby girl, I finally figured out your problem,” he said, his breath against the shell of my ear doing wicked things to my ability to think straight.

  “My problem?” I repeated, my thoughts muggy. “Who says I have a problem?”

  “I do.” He pulled away and I fought to keep the pout from my lips.

  “Yeah?” I said, slowly recovering some of my sass. “And what is my problem, Nicholas?”

  “You’re a spoiled brat — and spoiled brats need discipline.”

  I laughed at the absurdity. “Oh? And what are you going to do? Put me over your knee and spank me?”

  And the minute the careless words fell from my lips, I desperately hoped he would.

  A trickle of slippery moisture dripped down my thigh and I whimpered with embarrassment at how quickly that turned me on.

  I’d never really been into spanking or stuff like that but somehow the idea of Nicholas — specifically this Nicholas — doing unspeakably dirty things to me, I don’t know how to explain it but…yeah, I was practically waterfalling down my leg.

  But I couldn’t quite get over this change. How had I missed this side of my best friend? Had Marla been right? Had I been completely blind to what was right in front of me?

  I remembered the night with the red blouse. It was a party with mutual friends. I’d had a little too much to drink. There’d been dancing, Jell-O shots, and lots of laughs.

  I also remembered neither Nicholas nor I had come alone to the party. “That party…you had a girlfriend, then,” I recalled.

  “A friend with benefits,” he corrected. I cocked my head to catch the sound of something softly whirring. “That night when I fucked her…I thought of you and that red, nearly see-through blouse.”

  I couldn’t help my coy smile as I realized just how long Nicholas had been fantasizing about me if that were the case. “I never realized you were a masochist, Nick,” I teased. “All this time…how many times have you jerked off thinking about me?”

  But that softly buzzing sound came closer and I shifted against the bonds holding me tight.

  What was it? Suddenly, his lips were at my throat, murmuring as he went, “More times than I can count, but that’s about to change tonight,” he promised with a dark chuckle that sent rivulets of shocking pleasure dancing across my exposed skin. “Tonight, you’re mine,
Brielle. All mine. I’m going to do the things I’ve only dreamed about to this exquisite body. By the time we’re finished, I promise you, you’re going to forget any man you ever had before me.”

  “Tall order,” I shot back breathlessly as his fingers grazed the open slit where my wet pussy ached. This game felt dangerous but I craved the heady thrill.

  This was a side of Nicholas I’d never seen and I wanted more. Which was the real Nicholas Carthart? The nice guy who opened doors and thoughtfully brought me lattes at work or the man with the firm, possessive fingers delving between my damp folds in search of my clit as if he had every right to do so?

  “No more playing around. I want you. Time to claim what has always been mine from the day we first met,” he said, pushing two fingers deep. I gasped against the intrusion.

  The subtle pain was almost welcome. There was something brutally honest and true about the way he touched me. The way he gentled around my clit yet thrust hard against my G spot.

  The whirring got louder and I suddenly knew what it was. I only had a moment to cry out as he pressed the vibrator against my clit, teasing the sensitive nub almost mercilessly.

  I twisted, trying to get away from the pleasure, my head thrashing as inhuman noises babbled from my mouth. He relented only long enough for me to take a breath then returned the vibe to my clitoral hood, sending me into orbit while his fingers punished my G-spot.

  “Ohhh God,” I moaned, squeezing my eyes shut behind the blindfold, unable to breathe against the pleasure rippling through me, cascading in waves down my body, curling my toes. “Nick!” I cried, my fingers grasping at air spasmodically as I came.

  My clit was ringing with ecstasy, almost to the point of pain and I couldn’t take anymore. I begged him, “Stop, please! Stop!”

  My body was pulsing with each orgasmic wave but Nick only stopped long enough to toss the vibrator and grab something else.

  I gulped down some air, my chest heaving as I felt something smooth breaching my ass. I gasped, shaking my head, but there was something so arousing about having no say in what he did to my body.

  “Relax,” he told me softly but with a firm tone and my entire body gentled as if he’d cradled me in his arms. “And bear down.”

  I bit my lip and followed his instruction. My cheeks heated as the generously lubed plug slowly eased into my virgin ass and I groaned as unexpected pleasure washed over me.

  “Good girl,” he said, following with a finger sliding through my wet pussy, rubbing my own juices up and down my slit.

  Then, the same finger that’d been in my body, was suddenly in my mouth, rubbing along my bottom lip.

  “How do you taste, baby girl?” he asked. I could hear the approving smile in his tone and I moaned with need.

  “Why don’t you find out for yourself,” I answered, pushing my boundaries like the true brat I was.

  “You’d like that wouldn’t you?” he said. “Do you think you deserve my mouth on your pussy?”

  I bit my lip. “Yes,” I admitted.

  He chuckled. “Say it nice.”

  “Yes, please,” I returned in a small voice, my ego twisting in on itself with exquisite agony. “God, yes. Please eat me, Nicholas. Please taste me. You know you want to.”

  That last part was daring but it worked.

  His hands, firm and commanding, gripped my hips and his tongue found that slit where his fingers had traveled.

  I cried out as he sucked my clit, grinding his face against my mound, while his fingers plunged inside to torture my G-spot once again. The sensual assault was more than I could stand.

  My ass clenched around the plug as Nicholas sucked harder, his fingers stroking my G-spot with unerring accuracy as I barreled toward another orgasm.

  If it weren’t for the leather straps holding me up, I would’ve collapsed in a boneless heap.

  “Nick! Oh God, oh my God!” I cried again, losing myself over and over as I came hard. His name became an anthem as I babbled a mix of nonsensical words as my body clenched in rhythmic pleasure until I started crying, begging him to stop.

  My head hung slack. I barely registered as Nick removed the plug, tossed it and gently took me down from the rack.

  He carried me to the bed and laid me down before removing the blindfold. I opened my eyes blearily, almost still in shock to see that it truly was Nick responsible for the bone-melting pleasure that’d just rocked my world.

  It was Nick — the same Nick I’d come to know and take for granted — but so different.

  “Where have you been hiding all this time?” I asked in half-wonder, half-surprise. “I’m so confused.”

  He smiled but I could tell now wasn’t the time for questions. If our previous relationship was built upon my control, in this new dynamic all bets were off.

  Nick stripped his shirt, revealing a hard chest with a sprinkling of chest hair narrowing down to lean hips.

  Maybe I hadn’t been paying attention to what was right beneath my nose because everything about Nick seemed different. I trembled as he plucked his jeans open, crooking his finger at me. I rose to my knees and crawled toward him.

  With shaking fingers I slowly unzipped his jeans and shimmied his pants free until he kicked them off. The outline of his hard cock rose from his briefs.

  My mouth watered. I glanced up at him through lowered lashes. I wanted to taste him as he’d tasted me.

  As if reading my mind, he said, “Go ahead, baby girl,” and I released his shaft, sucking in a wild breath at how thick and ready he was.

  How had I missed that my best friend had been packing a fucking anaconda in his pants this whole time? I closed my mouth over the soft, squishy head, tasting the mild tang of salt and skin.

  His fingers threaded through my hair as I laved his cock with loving attention to the sensitive underside and soft, tender balls. I didn’t stop until I heard his breath quicken, his fingers tightening on my scalp as his ass clenched as he thrust against my mouth.

  His cock banged against the back of my throat and I sucked him harder, using my hands to increase the friction.

  I snuck a glance up at him while I worked. His lids at half-mast, his mouth slack was the sexiest sight I’d ever seen.

  He groaned and I knew he was close. I wanted to suck him dry. I wanted his cum. I wanted to leave him breathless like he had left me.

  This is better than jacking off, isn’t it, baby?

  I wanted to crow but I wasn’t stopping until I had my prize. If he’d planned to stop before flooding my mouth, he hadn’t counted on my skills because suddenly, he stiffened and warm, salty liquid gushed in my mouth and I was gulping his seed in greedy swallows.

  “God, yes, baby, take it all,” he groaned, jetting in my mouth in great gobs as he thrust against me.

  Finally, with a gentle swipe against the sensitive head, I released his cock and fell back against the bed where he followed, kissing me hard.

  My legs wound around his hard torso, our tongues tangling in a rough dance. He squeezed my tits as I ground myself against him, the heat between us rising to start all over again.

  It turned me on that he had no qualms about kissing me with his own seed still on my tongue.

  My sexual appetites usually sent most men running. They complained, I was too “extra” but Nick matched me stroke for stroke and it was exhilarating.

  Nick’s eyes glowed with hunger in spite of cumming moments ago. His stamina was porn-star epic. He grabbed me and pulled me to my hands and knees. He knew I was on the pill because I told him everything.

  Nick pressed his semi-hard cock against my wet pussy opening, rubbing against my clit while he waited for it to fully thicken. I groaned with pleasure, keening like a cat in heat as immediate ecstasy rippled through me when Nick hit all the right spots.

  “Yesss,” I mewled, arching my back just as Nick slid his cock deep inside me. He was thick and wide, stretching me almost painfully but it was glorious agony as he flexed, his hands gripping my hip
s as he drove himself deep inside.

  “Oh God, Nick, yes, please!” I was babbling again. My orgasms were cascading like a fucking waterfall. I couldn’t keep up.

  My toes curled and threatened to cramp, my mouth was in a semi-permanent silent scream as pleasure crashed over me like a fucking tidal wave and Nick just kept fucking me like he was dying and I was the key to immortal life.

  Jesus H. Christ, I couldn’t see straight anymore…

  Somewhere in the hazy distance I heard him shout my name and he came, pumping his cum deep inside me until I dripped with his seed as he withdrew, falling to the bed in an exhausted heap, his spent cock oozing onto his thigh as I whimpered from the little spasms that continued to rock my uterus like a fucking orgasm Armageddon.

  I’d never been fucked so thoroughly, so completely that I couldn’t remember my own name. Nick had made good on his promise. I couldn’t remember a single soul that’d crossed my thighs before this moment.

  I might as well have come to Nick a fucking virgin for all I could remember of the men before him.

  Holy shit-cakes, that was some epic sex.

  But it was more than that. I could try and fool myself with the simple explanation that it was just epic sex but the words rang hollow in my soul.

  The truth was deeper than anything I’d ever known.

  Fuck, if Nicholas had shown me this side of him, we’d probably be married by now.

  I had so many questions but maybe tonight wasn’t about getting answers but about satisfying need.

  For so long I’d been chasing something but I didn’t know what I wanted. In this room, I felt as if I’d finally found what I’d been searching for but I didn’t exactly know what that meant.

  Nicholas rose and I watched with hungry eyes as he went to another case and pulled a case filled with an array of chokers. He took his time before returning to me with his selection.

  “What is that?” I asked.

  “Your collar,” he answered.

  I pulled away with a frown as he went to place it around my neck. “A collar?”

  “To show the world that you belong to me.”