I shiver. “Must be lonely in the South Pole.”
“I live in the North Pole.”
“And that’s why you’re single. Santa is a pedant.”
“And the Omega elf is missing her boots.” Icarus bends down to pick up my green boots with bells on the toes.
When he shakes them, they obnoxiously jingle.
I grimace. “I was hoping to get away without putting those on.”
“Sorry, an elf without their boots is like a broken pencil.”
“Pointless,” I singsong the punchline. “When are you going to stop telling dad jokes?”
He shrugs. “When are you going to be a good Omega and put on your boots?”
I hold up one foot, feeling daring. “I’m ready.”
Icarus stares at me in amazement. His cheek twitches.
Then he grabs me by the shoulders, pushing me against the wall.
My heart thrills, at the same time as my pulse speeds up. His scent is blocked by the ventilators, but I am still held still by the dominance of his piercing stare.
My leg is raised, and my thigh rubs against his crotch.
His cock is hard in his tight shorts.
“The Omega elf,” Icarus says slowly, kissing me on each word, “is meant to work for Alpha Santa. But tonight, you are the star.”
To my shock, he drops to his knees, glancing up at me through his eyelashes.
Instantly, slick gushes from my pussy.
I never imagined Icarus like this.
He is so tall that he is still close to my height, even kneeling on one knee. He doesn’t seem submissive but is still in control, even kneeling.
He takes my foot like it’s the most precious thing in the world, before drawing on my boot slowly.
I didn’t know that I had so many nerve endings in my foot. I’m abuzz.
Fucking panting.
I lean back against the wall to steady myself and stop my knees from buckling.
How long has it been since someone has cared for me like this?
“Other foot,” Icarus orders.
When I raise my foot, he draws on the second boot with the same level of care, before deliberately flicking the bell to make it jingle.
I smile. “Jingling my bells, huh?”
“I try my best.” He stands elegantly, caging me against the wall.
It’s risky being this close, but at least someone would think that we were talking about our upcoming performance.
