16. Chapter 16

Hazel has no idea the beast she awoke when she whispered those words. I want to touch her so many places, and with her permission I stop holding back. My fingers trail over her curves, roughly ravishing her body and reveling in the way it responds to me. She’s grinding into me and I can feel the heat from her arousal against my cock. I groan, gripping her by the hair, then bringing her close enough to whisper in her ear.

“Do you know how much I am enjoying this?” I pant.

She giggles, but doesn’t answer.

It doesn’t matter, I’m going to lose control. Her nipples brush against my chest as she leans in close. She feels so good, I drag my thumb across one nipple, taking care to tease her until she pulls away from the irritation. I need more. I drop my hand to hold her by one hip, dipping my other beneath her skimpy leather skirt.

“You’re fucking soaked, little reindeer,” I rasp heavily, running my fingers over her wet panties one more time.

She moans, pressing against my fingertips as if she’s begging for me to slip inside.

“What is it, darling? Use your words. Tell Santa what you want.”

“More.” Hazel begs.

“More what? Be a good little reindeer and tell me, darling. Do you want me to make you cum?”

She places her hands so she’s cupping my jaw through the mask and looks at me, her green eyes sparkling. “Yes, Santa. Please make me cum.”

I hold her gaze and watch her eyes widen as I slip my finger beneath her panties, dragging them through her folds, spreading her wetness. I give her clit a swirl and she hisses with delight, then I slip my finger inside her hot pussy, curling it while my thumb works her swollen clit.

“Let’s play Santa says, Hazel.”

“Whatever you say, Santa,” she winks.

This girl is way too much fun when she’s high. She really is the woman of my dreams–knowing I get to keep her all to myself only makes me enjoy this more. It only takes a few strokes before she’s losing herself to my movements, tilting her hips in rhythm with me. She’s getting wobbly and her walls are closing around my finger. I slip a second one inside and give her the web slinger motion, coaxing out her orgasm before growling, “Santa says cum.”

No sooner do the words roll off my tongue and she’s coating me in her release. My cock is swollen and hard. If she were to grind against it right now, I would probably come. Good thing I prepped with a certain little fun-time pill. I’m going to be fucking her until she can’t walk.

Tyler must have a tiny dick because she’s as tight as a virgin. I’m going to be stretching her out to accommodate me. Pre-cum leaks out at the thought and my dick throbs, aching to be inside her. I need to calm down so I don’t come, or maybe coming a little is exactly what I need to do to relieve some of the pressure building in my balls.

“Good, little reindeer,” I praise. “Let’s play again.”

She smiles at me, moving her body to the music seductively. Who knew dancing to Christmas music could be so goddamn sexy. “Say yes Santa. ”

“Yes, Santa,” she purrs.

“Santa says: Get on your knees, little reindeer, and suck this dick like a good girl.”

She drops to the ground at my feet, waiting for me to release my bulging cock from beneath my pants. Either she’s too high to notice the blood, or she doesn’t care. I personally think she’s rolling hard. My eyes dart to the small table where I left the plate of cookies. She ate them all. This is going to be so much fun.

She clears her throat, eyeing my cock as I pull it out, watching as her eyes bulge. I grip it at the base, stroking my hand over myself slowly. Hazel parts her mouth while her gaze is locked on mine and I place the head against her lips. She licks just my tip in a painfully slow motion, then swirls her tongue around me and sucks just my tip into her hot mouth. It feels incredible as she pops me in and out. I want to be deeper. I want to feel her throat constricting around me as she gags. This next time, when she sucks me back into her mouth, I press my dick in deeper, thrusting my hips forward. Her jaw stretched open further to accommodate me. I love the way her lips are wrapped around me. I slide myself out a little, watching as she leaves a trail of saliva behind. Then I thrust in further, making her take more of me. Her nostrils flail as she tries to suck in a breath. I pull out, relishing in the sound as she gasps for air before dragging her tongue over my length and swirling it around my head again.

“You’re doing such a good job,” I moan.

She looks up at me, smiles, then sucks me into her mouth, swallowing more of my length until she has every last inch inside her mouth. She swallows, her throat constricting around my throbbing dick. My cum is leaking out. I feel so full.

“Santa says: Let me fuck those pretty lips until I cum down your throat and, Hazel, you better swallow every last drop.” I close my eyes and begin rhythmically fucking her mouth.

My orgasm builds. I’m so close and then I feel her tongue press up and against the bottom of me. The sensation sends me over the edge and I grab Hazel by the hair holding her in place, forcing her to choke on the cum exploding down her throat.

“That’s it, darling, swallow Santa’s cum.” There’s so much, it drips out the side of her mouth, mixing with saliva.

She’s fucking perfect. If only we could reach a point in our relationship where we can do this kind of shit without drugs. I look at her, tilting my head to one side, considering it. Can she love me? I pull my cock free, wiping my cum from the corner of her mouth, then pressing my fingers into her mouth. “Every last drop, darling”

“Hazel.” My voice is husky and ragged, my cock still hard and pulsing. “I want to play another round. Do you want to keep playing with me?” I pinch her nipple, rolling it between my fingers.

Hazel licks her lips, swiping her tongue across them, then sucking her bottom lip in. “I want to play again.”

“Tell me, beautiful, do you want Santa to stretch that pussy out so you can take me?” I pull her off her knees so she’s standing.

My greedy fingers find the elastic band of her thong and I hook them around it, sliding her drenched panties down her thick thighs. I want so badly to run my tongue over the trail to taste her sweet juices. I bet she tastes fucking amazing. But my vision is blurring and I can feel the thrill of the hunt pulling at the edges of the last bit of my control. My primal instincts threaten to consume me, but I fight it off. I don’t want to break this toy. My hand slips over her bare pussy, cupping it, before I drag my fingers through her folds. She moans and writhes against me. Her wetness coats my fingers and I bring them to my lips to taste her. Just one taste.

The taste of her cum on my tongue sends me somewhere dark and a small thread of my control snaps. I’m barely holding it together. I slide my other hand around her neck as she looks into my eyes; the fear returning to hers. Fuck. I feel the last bit of restraint snap.

“Santa says: Be my good little reindeer, darling, and run.” My words come out in a guttural snarl and Hazel turns, bolting from me—right toward the French doors where the carcass waits for her on the other side.

I take a few long strides and then she screams. I’m right behind her, though, snatching her by the hair and shoving her into the carcass. “That’s a good girl. Climb inside and let Santa stretch that pussy out.”

I shove her until she’s on her hands and knees as if she’s going to wear the carcass, then give her ass a slap, watching as it jiggles. My hand leaves a red print on her perfect ass. I want to be inside her, but I want to enjoy it. I look around and consider my options, admiring the way her pink little pussy peeks out from under the skirt, tempting me. I’ll use my fingers first, I decide, dropping to my knees. I pop my fingers in my mouth to wet them with saliva, then thrust them into her, playing with her clit while I work Hazel up to take me. She rocks back and forth, riding my fingers until she comes undone on them.

My cock flexes. I’m getting hard enough to fuck her again, but she’s not ready yet. I let her catch her breath and look around. It’s freezing cold outside, and the snow is coming down. My dick isn’t going to stay hard in the weather. I have to make the choice to drag the carcass inside. I pull my fingers from her pussy, immediately missing the way it was still pulsing around them.

“Roll over, little reindeer, so I can fill you up.” She hesitates, looking over her shoulder wearily.

“It will keep you warm while I fill you, darling. Don’t you want Santa to fill you up?” I ask her, keeping my voice smooth and even-toned, even though her defiance is making my blood boil.

Hazel takes another moment, thinking it over, then twists around slowly, leaning back into the open carcass. She truly looks as if she’s some kind of reindeer skinwalker as she lays inside the carcass, wearing the deer waiting for me to keep my promise and fill her up. She bites her bottom lip, looking up at me. “Fill me up. I need to feel you.”

I drag the carcass into the sunroom and growl, “Not yet. Your pussy isn’t ready for me.”

She sulks, and then my eyes land on it. There’s a decent-sized thick icicle hanging from the deck rail a few feet from me. I tuck my dick into my pants, protecting it from the snow blowing outside, and walk over to break it off. I watch Hazel from the corner of my eye. She doesn’t move a muscle. When I return, I brandish the big thick icicle in front of her. For a moment I imagine ramming it through her body and using it to hold her in place while I fuck her—then I remember how much I want to keep her alive, at least long enough to make Tyler watch me fuck her.

“You shouldn’t be such a dirty little slut, darling. You didn’t listen.” I say, finding my self-control.

“You didn’t say Santa says. “ She quips.

“Well now, I’m going to fuck you with this icicle until you’re too numb to feel my dick inside you. Santa says: Open your legs.” I slam the doors closed and lock them as she swallows a lump in her throat with a gulp.

I’m about to take temperature play to another level.