I lose track of what I’m saying, of my pleas and curses and babbled obscenities. All I can feel is his mouth and that tongue, slowly spearing its way inside me, filling me and prepping me for a thorough stuffing, like the luckiest of stockings.
Oh, god, now I’m thinking puns I’m not even going to get a chance to use.
When a thick finger joins in with his tongue, stretching me out so he can lick and —holy fuck—suckeven deeper, I throw my weight onto my left forearm so I can reach underneath myself and…
“Uh-uh,” Dmitri chides, biting at my still-tender ass cheek. “No playing with yourself. That pleasure is all mine.”
I know better than to complain about this new rule, but I can’t help whining. “Daddy, I need…”
“You’ll get my candy cane, precious. Just be patient.”
Oh, sure, I can be patient. I’m just going to combust first.
“You —ah!— you only get to call it a candy cane if I can suck on it.”
My impatience is making me bratty and I brace myself for the punishment, trying not to whine as the magical tongue and finger disappear from the place I want them most.
“Miles…” Dmitri’s voice is calm and even mildly amused. I feel his palms running over my ass again. It’s a warning. “Whose fault was it that you’renotgetting to suck on Santa’s candy cane, hmm?”
“M-mine,” I answer, trying to sound remorseful and not like I’m desperate to just get back what we were doing. “My fault, Santa. Daddy. I know.”
He chuckles and rubs over the flesh that is still a bit raw and tingly from earlier. I try not to think about our audience this time, but I’m getting a bit twitchy knowing that the cameras are probably aimed right at my pink cheeks. “And what do you think happens to naughty boys who complain about the punishments they’ve rightfully earned?”
Swallowing, I offer, “More punishments? A…another spanking?”
“Well, I still want to fuck this pretty ass of yours, darling boy, so no. No spanking.” I don’t know if I’m relieved or disappointed to hear that, but he continues, effectively distracting me, “No…I think maybe we need to cover up that mouth of yours so you can’t get yourself in more trouble.”
He climbs off the bed and I turn my body a little to watch as he picks up the red bag he’d entered the scene with. His cock bobs with his movement, but he pays it no mind, too busy with his prop.
Santa’s got a full sack,I think yet another ridiculous pun, barely managing to conceal my snort while he goes digging inside it.
“Lucky for you, the elves have sent lots of presents to help at a time like this,” he says, then pulls out a ball gag. “What’s your traffic light color, Miles?”
Oh, god, people are going to see me in a gag while a man wearing half a Santa suit fucks me.
“Green,” I practically moan. “Like…neongreen. With sparkles.”
Dmitri arches an eyebrow, his lips twitching underneath his luscious beard. “Good boy.”
My cock jerks, dribbling the evidence of how much I liked that. As desperately as I want to, I do not reach for it.
The mattress dips as he straddles my hips and leans over my body, his soft, furry belly rubbing along the dip in my spine.I arch up instinctively, and he brings the gag to my mouth, holding the two ends of the leather strap on either side of my face. “Open wide, precious.”
I do as I’m told, closing my mouth as best I can around the solid, round intrusion. With the drape of Daddy’s open jacket, I feel completely cloaked in him, and I love it. Then he sits back a bit, securing the gag around the back of my head, and I lament the fact that we can’t kiss anymore.
I wonder if he feels as punished by this discovery as I do.
The bratty, belligerent part of me which has come out to play today hopes that he does.
Dmitri hands me a tinkling Christmas bell. “If you need to safe word,” he tells me, “give it a shake. Understood?”
I nod. He instructs me to demonstrate and I do.
“Now,” he settles behind me again, and the hair of his legs brushes my bare thighs while his sticky cockhead bumps over the curve of my ass where it meets the base of my spine, “if you’re a good boy and you do not come, I will take the gag out when I’m done. Nod if you understand. Ring the bell if you have questions or don’t consent.”
I nod enthusiastically.
I can hear the smile in his voice when he says, “Good. You’re going to let me finish what I was doing earlier, aren’t you?”
