Page 9 of Santa's Dark Secret
The bralette is a deep red lace with minimal coverage, but my small B cups don’t exactly need the support. The lace is soft against my skin, and with the spray tan I got just for the occasion, the color truly pops. The matching thong is just as cute, and as I slide the lacey material up my legs, the butterflies in my belly take flight.
I settle it into place, loving how it sits against my skin. It’s absolutely perfect and I’ve never felt so sexy in a piece of lingerie before. Finishing off the look, I take the garter belt and clasp it around my body.
It’s everything.
I absolutely love it.
The matching set is perfect and fits me just right, accentuating the slight curves of my body. The deep red isn’t exactly the bright festive red we’re all used to, but it’ll more than get the job done tonight.
Finishing off the look, I slip my feet into a pair of nude heels before spritzing my favorite perfume across my body. I touch up some lipstick and let my hair down, watching as it falls into soft waves down my back.
The nerves get stronger, but I’m in it for the long haul now. There’s no turning back. No giving up. I need to see this through, and what’s more, I need to feel my body come alive.
My ex and I had a great sex life. We were always going at it, and while he wasn’t exactly the best I ever had, he was capable of giving me what I needed, which only leaves me with more questions. Was I not enough? Was he not satisfied with me? Why did he feel the need to screw my best friend?
Ugh. I can’t think about that tonight. This is about me, and that asshole is not going to ruin this for me too.
Moving around my bedroom, I stand in front of my full-length mirror, taking in the overall look, and I couldn’t be happier. I hope like hell my mystery Christmas Eve visitor likes what he sees because if he doesn’t, I think it will break my heart.
With only one last Christmas tradition left, I make my way into my small walk-in closet and reach up onto my highest tippy toes to the very top shelf. I feel around blindly until my fingers swipe across the small velvet box, and I quickly grab it, pulling the box down as a sweet fondness floods my chest.
I open the small box, revealing my charm bracelet, full of the little charms that he’s left on my bedside table over the last twenty years. There’s a little reindeer, a sleigh, a Santa hat, and a Christmas tree. There’s a snow globe, a Mrs. Claus, a present, and so many more. Anything Christmas related, and I can guarantee there’s a little charm right here on this bracelet torepresent it. But my all-time favorite one is the little gingerbread man winking back at me.
Placing it down on my bedside table just like I’ve done every other year, I arrange it so that the little gingerbread man is front and center, and with everything just the way I want it, I drop down on my bed and prepare myself for what could only be the best night of my entire life.
4
NICK
I’m fucking wrecked, but nothing is about to stop me from finally fulfilling Mila’s wish. I’ve been around the globe and made sure to check every last name off my list. Not to mention, I achieved it in record time, leaving me more than enough time to make Mila’s legs shake.
I’ve been waiting for this for years. During my childhood years, all I wanted was for her to wake up again. To see and remember that I was real, not a figment of her imagination. Then during my teen years, I started to wonder what it’d be like to kiss her, to feel how her skin felt beneath my fingers. But once those late teen years hit, it was fucking over for me.
I wanted her. I wanted to run my tongue up her thighs and taste her. I wanted to hear the way she would cry out when I made her come. I wanted it all.
Up until tonight, I’ve resisted. But not anymore.
Tonight, she finally gets exactly what she’s been craving, and I get fucking everything.
Parking my sleigh on the rooftop of Mila’s New York apartment complex, I make my way down the fire escape before glancing back over my shoulder and making sure the reindeer aren’t going to cause any problems.
Most of them will probably take the chance to nap, but a handful of them are just adolescents on their first trip and can’t exactly be trusted. It’s been one hell of a night for them, so I’m banking on the fact that they’re exhausted. They can rest up now and have regained just enough energy to get us back to the North Pole before sunrise.
With every step I take down the fire escape, the exhaustion from the night begins to wear off, and I’m filled with desperate adrenaline. Just the thought of what’s about to happen makes my heart race in a way it never has before. I’ve dreamed of this moment, pictured how it would happen a million different times, and there’s no doubt in my mind that how this actually plays out is going to be a million times better than I could have ever imagined.
It’s only a short descent to Mila’s apartment, and my quick steps eat up the distance in no time. Before I know it, I’m jimmying her living room window open. This whole breaking and entering thing would have been a shitload easier if she had been at her old family home. I could have shot myself down the chimney like I usually do, but I get it. Not a lot of homes come equipped with a fireplace anymore, and if they do, they’re electrical. We Santas have had to evolve and find new and exciting ways to be criminal masterminds. My personal favorite entrance is through the doggy door. Don’t ask me how I manage it though. It’s not pretty, especially when that doggy door belongs to an angry Great Dane named Diesel. I almost lost my manhood with that one.
My booted feet come down in Mila’s apartment, and the moment I close the window behind me, her familiar scent fillsthe air. I can’t help but breathe it in, pacifying the obsessive demon within me, but it won’t last long, not now that I know what’s on offer.
I haven’t been through her new apartment before, so I take a moment to glance around, familiarizing myself with her space. It’s small, much smaller than anything I’ve ever pictured for her. I’ve always seen her in a big home with space for a family pet to run, or a big kitchen to mess up every night. But here? I don’t know. There’s no way in hell she’s happy here.
She’s lived in a few different homes growing up. Her mom always had her moving around through her teen years. She was always in modest homes with small yards, but when she moved in with her dad, I could see how much she loved it there by the homemade cookies on the kitchen counter and the mess that was always left behind from it. Sugar and flour were scattered from one end of the kitchen to the other, and judging by the way the flour was up against the walls, I can only assume their baking adventures had turned into a food fight at some point. It was the same every year, right up until this past Christmas.
I suppose everything is different for Mila now. This would be her first Christmas without her parents. Though last I checked, she had a douche of a boyfriend, but I suspect by her desperate need to be railed tonight, that boyfriend is no longer in the picture. Or the fucker has no idea how to please my girl.
The thought has a wicked grin spreading across my face. But to be completely honest, even if Mila was in her bedroom right now with the love of her life cozied up beside her, that wouldn’t stop me from fucking her until she screams. Her boyfriend would simply have to watch me rail his woman within an inch of her life. Perhaps he might learn a few things in the process. Makes for an awkward Christmas day between them. However, that’s not my problem. I’m here to fulfill her every wish tonight, not his.
Noticing a shot glass and a bottle of whiskey on the kitchen counter, I take the four small strides from the living room window into the kitchen and collect the shot glass in my big hand. It’s down the hatch in seconds, and I don’t hesitate to pour myself another shot, welcoming the sweet burn as it travels down my throat.
