Christmas Congratulations by Cat Summerfield Read Free Book Online Page B

there are lights everywhere and
tinsel is draped around the wooden columns of our four poster bed.
Everything's so Christmassy
– but
I still can't wrap my head around the fact that Nick is Santa.
    "I
would like you to take your clothes off," he tells me, and I
scramble to do so. It's not like it takes long - I'm wearing a silky
slip with nothing underneath, and as I drop the slip to the floor,
where it pools in a shiny pile of white fabric, Nick's eyes roam my
naked body as hungrily as they did that night so long ago. As his
gaze goes over my breasts, my nipples harden into points, as surely
as if he'd tweaked them with his fingers, or licked at him, teased
them with his tongue. That thought makes me bit my bottom lip, and I
can already feel myself getting wet, just from being looked at.
    He
doesn't do anything at first, just looks at me. I can see his cock
getting hard, straining against the fabric of his trousers. It makes
me even wetter and I want him so much - but I'll wait. I want him to
make the first move. I want to do what he wants.
    When
he steps forward, expectation rises in me, but it's not me he steps
towards - or not exactly. First he reaches for the tinsel wrapped
around the column of the bed, and tugs the end free.
    "I
want to tie you up," he says. "I want you to look like my Christmas present.”
    "I
am," I say breathlessly, and then nod. "Yes. Please, tie me
up."
    He
smiles and does so, wrapping the tinsel around my wrist and then
tying it securely. He straddles me to reach for the other string of
tinsel, and I gasp at the weight of him on top of me. After tying up
my other wrist, he kisses me, thrusting his tongue into my mouth.
    But
then he pulls back and looks down at me thoughtfully.
    “ What?”
I ask, wanting him to get back to what he was doing. No-one kisses
like Nick.
    “ I
just had an idea of what you could give me for Christmas.”
    I
stare up at him. “Seriously? You tie me up and turn me on and
now you're talking about Christmas presents?”
    “ It's
a really good idea,” he says.
    "Well?"
I say, trying not to show how impatient I am. "Tell me, what's
your great idea?"
    "You
know how hard the elves work," Nick says, and I stare at him.
What's with this tangent?
    "...Yes?"
    "Don't
you think they deserve a reward? A little thank you for all their
hard work? Some congratulations?"
    My
eyes narrow suspiciously. "I suppose they do. Do have something
in mind?"
    He
sits on the bed and grins at me. "I've seen the way you look at
them. You find them handsome."
    "They're
not you," I say with a shrug, meaning it. They are handsome, but they're so - otherworldly. Just like Nick, the elves
aren't what you'd expect after decades of pop culture. Instead of
being tiny and cute like you might expect, they're more like fantasy
novel elves, but they have a love of making toys instead of singing
at trees or shooting things with arrows. They're nice enough, if a
bit weird, and yes, they're gorgeous. I still don't know what he's
getting at.
    "Perhaps
you could be the one to give them their reward. No: perhaps you could be their reward. All of them. At the same time."
    I
stare at him. There are nowhere near as many of them as you might
think, but there are still five! I've never been with more than one
person at the same time, and I'm not sure how that would even work.
And yet, now that I am thinking
about it - it sounds kind of hot. No, it sounds very hot.
    "That
- that would be a heckuva reward."
    "It
would," Nick nods. "For all of you."
    "And
what do you get? Is this related to that Christmas present you were
talking about?"
    "Indeed
it is. I get a video recording, so that I can watch at my leisure. As
many times as I like."
    "Oh,"
I say, and lick my lips. I'm suddenly so wet, thinking of that - of
being filmed while I get busy with five gorgeous else, of Nick
watching it later and jerking off to it - oh yes. I definitely like
the sound of that.
    "Is
that all you have to say?" He asks, teasing. I shake my