“Excuse me?” the giant uncrossed his arms and took a menacing step forward. Billy took a step back, gulping.
“Sorry. Yes, I am Billy. Are you the new Santa? You don’t look like a Santa. You’re really hot.”
Billy realized what he was saying and clamped his hands over his mouth, his face turning red with horrified humiliation.
The new Santa grinned. Unlike the old Santa, this man didn’t look nice when he smiled. The expression was predatory and filled with anticipation, and he seemed to be showing an awful lot of teeth.
“Yes, I am the new Santa,” the alpha said, closing the door behind him and taking another step forward. Billy stumbled back. “And I gave explicit instructions that I wanted to talk to you in my office after dinner. Would you care to explain your absence?”
Billy was going to kill Tulip. If it weren’t for her habit of playing tricks on him, this never would have happened. He licked his lips and took another step back, the back of his legs hitting his chair. He fell back, landing on his book and blanket. He stared up at the new Santa.
From his seated position, the man seemed even bigger.
Billy’s eyes traveled down the Santa’s body, and when they reached the alpha’s crotch he thought he was going to have a heart attack.
It was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. Huge and hard, the new Santa’s cock lay flush against his right thigh, easily nine inches long and thicker than Billy’s wrist. Billy could see the veins on the huge member, and the head was round and fat. It took everything Billy had not to lean forward and put his mouth on it.
“Eyes up,” the Santa said in an amused voice, strutting forward until he was pressed right up against the chair. A huge leather-clad finger reached under Billy’s jaw and tilted his head up. The feel of the smooth leather under his chin combined with the muscled body so close that he could lean in and rub his face all over it made Billy shudder in pleasure.
This had to be a dream. A very vivid, very sexy, dream.
“Well, isn’t this interesting,” the new Santa said. He traced Billy’s jaw with the tip of his finger, moving up until he was feeling along the edge of Billy’s lower lip. Opening his mouth, breathing deep and slow, Billy moaned when the hunky Santapushed two fingers into his mouth.
The taste of leather bloomed on his tongue and made Billy’s spine tingle. It was an unmistakable and unique flavor, and one Billy had never thought of as particularly appealing before.But itwas. Nothing had ever tasted better—nothing had ever made Billy’s insides tingle and spark like they were doing now.
Billy felt vulnerable and small, the gloved digits pushing his tongue down to the bottom his mouth and sliding toward the back of his throat. The two fingers were wider and longer than most cocks Billy had ever gotten his mouth on, and he couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to have the Santa’s huge rod pushing into his mouth instead.If he’d be able to handle it.
“Very interesting,” the Santa said, his voice almost a whisper. He rubbed his thumb on Billy’s cheek, letting his index and middle finger rest at the back of his throat. Billy was on the verge of choking, but he didn’t even think about pulling away.
The Santa looked down at him from way up high, his eyes dark and hot, and Billy couldn’t believe that this was happening—whatever this was.
The Santa licked his lips, and Billy was sure that things were about to get even hotter.
“Consider this your first warning,” the Santa said, removing his hand and clapping Billy’s cheek in a parody of a slap. “And be a good boy from now on.”
Billy frowned when the Santa stepped away, wondering what he’d done wrong.
“What?” he asked, dazed and unable to hide his disappointment. The new Santa grinned.
“Now that that’s taken care of, do you want to go on a date with me?”
Billy took a second to register the words.A date?Billy had never been on a date before. There was no one in the castle that had ever appealed to him beyond a quick fumble, and he didn’t have time for dating, anyway. He had a machine to build.
“Okay,” Billy said, wondered what he was getting himself into. The new Santa was unlike anyone he had ever seen or met, and the idea of a date sounded pretty appealing—in a terrifying sort of way. “When?”
The new Santa grinned. “Now. You have two minutes to get dressed.”
Billy blinked, thrown by the time limit and the assumption that he would obey, but then he jumped up and got going.
For some reason, the idea of failing to obey the Santa’s ridiculous instructions simply wasn’t an option.
Nick watched the sexy little elf scramble to get dressed, and his cock had never been harder. He wondered to himself if perhaps Santa’s castle was more like Krampus's mountain than he’d ever dared hope, or if he had just struck gold with this particular elf.
Either way, he was happy.
The elf,Billy, was everything Nick had ever wanted in a submissive. A full foot and a half shorter than him, with fine features, shaggy blond hair and the cutest pointy ears Nick had ever seen, he was just perfect. His body was tight and smooth, muscles firm and sleek, the exact opposite of Nick’s bulky frame.
Billy came to stand in front of him, changed and ready to go. He still had thirty seconds left on the clock, and he was breathing hard. Nick grinned.
