Nikolax grabs my towel, and despite my best efforts to cling onto it, yanks it right off. I’m left naked and embarrassed, my hands struggling to figure out what part of my body to cover up.

  “What are you trying to hide?” Nikolax says, his feline eyes scanning every inch of my naked body. “I have seen it all already. I have seen your legs spread, your sex swollen and glistening with your juices. I have seen your nose scrunch up adorably when you come, trembling and moaning. I have seen you obediently lap up my seed, and wrap those thick lips of yours around the head of my member, desperate for more. There’s no point in hiding your body from me, you bad girl. In fact, from now on, you are forbidden from hiding your body from me.”

  “F-forbidden?” I stammer. “There are rules now?”

  I want to be angry about the way this cocky guy is talking down to me, but it’s hard to stay mad when I know he’s speaking the truth. Every word rings true, but I won’t let him know that.

  “That is correct, girl. You have broken the one rule — stay in your room — and now you know my secret. You can never leave. And I want that curvy body of yours available at all times.”

  “What if I tell you to fuck off?” I say, heat rising to my cheeks.

  Nikolax chuckles. “Then you will end up on my naughty list.”

  This is too crazy, even for me. He can’t keep me here. I’m not going to spend my days as Santa’s sex slave, no matter how hot he is in real life.

  Forgive me for what I’m about to do, I ask my younger self. I never thought it would come to this, but here we are.

  I lean forward and plant my knee right between Nikolax’s legs as hard as I can.

  It’s like kneeing a slab of pure granite.

  “Fuck!” I scream, the pain making me see stars for a brief second.

  “The naughty list it is,” Nikolax says.

  “Like hell it is,” I curse, and I make a run for it, hopping across the conveyor belt, not giving a hoot that all the elves are staring at my naked figure running through their workspace.

  “Sorry! Coming through! Don’t mind me!”

  I ignore their chatter and jump towards the door, my heart beating in my throat. It takes a Herculean effort to pull the heavy wooden door open, and biting cold wind rushes in. My nipples harden instantly. I shield my face from the snow and run outside. Straight into Nikolax’s hard chest.

  “What?! How’d you get there so fast?!” I say exasperated.

  He chuckles. “How else do you think I deliver all those gifts in time? I’m fast, human.”

  I shake my head. This can’t be happening. I must have frozen to death or something. All of this is just a fever dream, my last delusions as the darkness takes me. It’s the only thing that makes sense. It’s a grim reality, but at least it’s a reality.

  Nikolax forces me back inside, slamming the door shut behind him. He places his thumb under my chin and forces me to look up and stare into his strange yet captivating times.

  “Where were you going, Emma? You would have died out within minutes out there.”

  “You know my name?”

  He nods slowly. “I know everything, little girl. After all, I am—”

  “Don’t say it.”

  “Santa Claus. But you may call me by my birth name. Nikolax v’Myra. Or just ‘sir’.”

  “I’m losing my freaking mind. I must be dead.”

  His open hand lands on my naked bottom with a fierce slap. I yelp, and my cheeks burn brightly with embarrassment.

  “Would you be able to feel that if you were dead, girl?” Nikolax says. “No. You live. And you are mine.”

  He turns to the elves, who have stopped their work to watch what all the commotion is about.

  “Don’t let the sight of my mate’s naked, luscious body distract you,” he commands. “Christmas is coming, and we cannot afford to fall behind schedule. Keep up the good work, everyone.”

  Satisfied, the elves turn their attention back to their work, leaving us be.

  “Please. At least give me something to wear,” I plead.

  “Hm. Yes, I have just the thing.”

  Nikolax reaches into a nearby box and pulls out the tiniest piece of red, lacy fabric I’ve ever seen.

  “This will suit you perfectly,” he says.

  I eye him and the tiny garment suspiciously. “Why do you have such racy lingerie?”

  “I bring joy to couples as well,” he says, his eyes narrowing. “Now, after all these years, it is my turn to receive boundless joy.”

  A shiver runs down my spine at his promise — and the wetness between my legs grows.

  Fuck.

  It’s better than nothing, I suppose. Begrudgingly I slip the tiny thong and bra on. To my dismay, the red fabric is see-through as well. If anything, I look even more slutty than I did naked.

  “Is this all you’re going to give me?!” I say.

  “You’re right, it’s missing one thing.”

  Nikolax fished into a box and pulls out a fluffy Santa hat. He places it on my head and smirks. “Perfect.” His feline eyes look me up and down, his hunger obviously growing by the second. “Turn around, girl. Let me see how your round bottom looks in that thong.”

  I rest my hand on my hips defiantly. Watching the desire in his feline eyes grow does make my heart thump, but I won’t roll over and do his bidding. “No way. I’m done listening to you. You expect me to obey you without question, yet you haven’t answered any of my questions.”

  “What questions do you have, human?”

  “I don’t even know where to start. First off, where are we?”

  “My workshop. Northern Greenland.”

  “Okay. What—”

  “That was your one question, Emma. Now turn around and let me see how well that fabric suits you. You’re the most beautiful human I’ve ever seen, and I want to see more of you.”

  “What? No way!” I say.

  Wrong answer.

  Nikolax grabs my wrist and pulls me towards him. I crash into him, my breasts smushed against his hard chest, a jolt of electricity passing through my frame when I realize just how strong he is.

  He sits down on a wooden crate filled with presents before yanking me across his lap. I’m left dangling in the air, neither my feet or hands touching the ground, my barely covered butt raised up high in the air.

  His strong hand lands on my bottom, the pain spreading through me instantly. I cry out hard, and the intense shame makes my face burn right red. I’m a kickass reporter — I shouldn’t be in this position, bent over on Santa’s lap, receiving a hard spanking…

  And I definitely shouldn’t be enjoying it so much.

  “What are you doing?!” I say, out of breath. I struggle, but my legs flail helplessly in the air. I’ve never been in such a helpless position before.

  “Teaching you some discipline,” he growls as another slap lands right on my exposed bottom. A few fingers land right between my cheeks, and my heart jumps when I realize just how damn wet I am.

  Did Nikolax notice?!

  He spanks me again, and again, and again. Pain mixes with pleasure, and I find myself craving his touch, eagerly awaiting the next slap. My hips push back out of their own accord, my body more eager to submit than my mind.

  “Your curiosity killed the cat,” Nikolax growls, his breathing noticeably heavier. “Now you know my secret, and I can not let you leave. You will obey me, is that understood?”

  “Never,” I say, biting down on my bottom lip, my back arched as I push my butt out for the next slap. His hardness is pressing against my stomach, and I’m wetter than I’ve ever been. If he keeps this up, I might just come without my nub even being touched.

  Without warning he yanks down the tiny, soaked thong, and spreads my cheeks apart. “Naughty girl,” he growls. “You like being spanked.”

  “That’s not true,” I lie.

  His fingers slide between my legs, probing my wetness, proving me wrong.

  “Then why are you soaking wet?”

  “Don’t say that,” I say, my eyes closed and my mouth hanging open as he fingers me.

  “Why not? Your body is mine now.”

  To prove his point he enters me slowly with two of his big digits.

  “Oh fuck,” I breathe. My whole body is trembling with pleasure. I’ve never felt like this before. This good. This blissful.

  “Say please.”

  I don’t even try to resist him. I surrender myself to him completely, body and soul.

  “Please let me come,” I plead, my eyes closed, my breathing heavy. “Please, I want to, so bad.”

  “Are you my girl?”

  “I’m whatever you want me to be, just let me come,” I moan, lewdly pushing my hips back against him. Cruelly, he stops fingering me, leaving me writhing and panting and begging for more. “Come on, don’t stop, I’ll do anything.”

  “Anything?”

  “Anything!”

  I can feel his bulge throb menacingly against my belly, a promise of what’s to come. I’m equally scared and aroused. Scaroused.

  “Tell me you are mine.”

  I never would have thought any man could push me this far, could arouse me this much, but then again, Nikolax is no ordinary man. He’s anything but. And he’s got complete control over me now.

  “I am yours, Nikolax,” I breathe.

  “Good girl.”

  He slaps on my ass a final time to prove his point, and I enjoy the sensation, the warmth, the sting. Next, he slides his fingers back into me, arched to give me maximum pleasure, and the mysterious blue man demonstrates just how damn gifted he is as his fingers drill me harder, faster, better than anyone or anything has ever done before.

  “Oh fuck!” I pant. “Oh fuck!”

  “Yes, let it out, come for me, my bad girl. I want to feel you squeeze my fingers as you orgasm. You feel my hard member throbbing against you, don’t you, my human? That’s going to be your reward. I will feed you my blueness, one inch at a time, until you are filled to the brim with my hardness. And then, only after I have fucked you senseless, will I come deep inside of you and mark you as mine.”

  The mental image of all that delicious come of his inside of me is too much to handle, even for me. My body shudders and shakes, my legs trembling and my toes curling as my orgasm washes over me in waves, each one more powerful than the next, my body completely his. My conscience itself seems to slip away, as pure pleasure overwhelms every one of my senses.

  When I open my eyes again Nikolax is carrying me, my limp body in his powerful arms. I can barely keep my eyes open for my orgasm sapped all of my strength out of me.

  “Nikolax…”

  “Shh, my girl. You need rest. You are hungry and tired for you’ve been through a lot.”

  He kicks open a door and lays me down in the warmest, comfiest bed I’ve been in.

  “Sleep now, and I will come get you when I have prepared dinner.”

  My sleepy eyes can’t help but drift down to that massive bulge in his festive boxers. He made a promise to me, and I almost feel a little bad that he’s got to walk around with a massive hard-on now.

  “Don’t worry your pretty little head,” he chuckles, as if he could read my mind. “We will have the rest of eternity to enjoy one another — but not if you collapse from hunger and exhaustion. Rest, baby.”

  I close my eyes and sleep takes me, one final question lingering in my mind still…

  What did he mean by the rest of all eternity?

  Emma

  “Wake up, princess.”

  I keep my eyes shut tight. I was having the most wonderful dream, plus I don’t have any intention of leaving this comfy bed — even though my stomach is growling in protest.

  Nikolax’s thick lips press against my forehead as he gently kisses me. Warmth spreads through me in an instant, and I can’t help but smile.

  “Ah, so you are awake,” he chuckles.

  “No, I’m still asleep,” I answer. “Can I just stay here forever?”

  He pulls the covers away, exposing my barely clothed body to him. I’m still wearing the flimsy lingerie, but it barely conceals a damn thing.

  “You need to eat, little one. I’ll just have to kiss you lower and lower until you wake up.”

  Oh. I like the sound of that. I peek at him through my eyelids to see that he’s wearing a dark suit, perfectly tailored to his impressively broad frame. Just looking at him turns me on.

  The next moment he kisses my neck, his strong hands already on my thighs as his mouth travels down further. My body responds in kind, my core heating up in an instant, and my nipples are as hard as diamonds.

  His tongue flicks against my sensitive nipples, growling lustfully as he explores my body inch by inch.

  “You need to eat,” he says sternly, “but I cannot resist your scent, human. I must taste you.”

  Before I realize what’s happening, my legs are up in the air, my underwear is ripped clean off and Nikolax sinks his bearded face between my thighs.

  “What are you—oh my god,” I say, as his tongue explores my wet folds.

  “Look what you made me do,” he says, his dominant gaze fixed on me as the tip of his tongue rests on my pleasure button. He keeps the intense eye contact as he wags his tongue from side to side, each single stroke sending a wave of pleasure to every last fiber of my body. “I love your taste, human.”

  “Please…” I moan. It still embarrasses me when he talks so lewdly, and yet, it turns me on at the same time. I’ve never fully explored myself like this, I’ve never been this intimate with a man… and I’m starting to realize that I like it.

  Scratch that. I love it.

  The way Nikolax looks at me makes me feel so damn alive. He wants me. This blue giant of a man, this mysterious, powerful alien could have anyone in the world. And he wants me.

  And he’s not afraid to take what he wants either.

  If he wants to bury that chiseled face of his between my legs, then that’s exactly what’s going to happen. If he want to sink his talented tongue into my dripping wetness, then he’s going to do just that.

  I’m not complaining.

  “Open your legs for me, girl,” Nikolax growls.

  “Yes, sir,” I say automatically, spreading my legs as wide as possible for him. “Is this okay?”

  A smile forms on his gorgeous face, and it makes my stomach flutter with joy. I want to do nothing more than to obey him, and make him happy. He’s got such a hold over me, it’s amazing.

  “Good girl,” he says, and to my own surprise his remark fills me with pride. “Your training is coming along well. Now spread your lips for me.”

  Heat rushes to my cheeks in embarrassment. Nothing is ever easy with Nikolax, is it? As soon as I push past one of my limits, he’s got his sights set on the next.

  Slowly, my hand slides down. Am I really going to do this? This is crazy. I should tell him to fuck off. To stick that long, hard, throbbing blue dick of his, the outline of which I can see clearly through his slacks… where, exactly?

  As I look at him, my anger dissipates, quickly replaced by desire. He should put that thick spear of his… right… here.

  I spread my lips for him, my body lewdly on display for Nikolax. I yearn for his approval, his touch, his member.

  “Are you going to take me?” I whisper, barely believing the words leaving my mouth. “I want you.”

  The blue giant reaches down and squeezes his bulge, as he runs his other hand through his white mane. “I know you do, little one. I will claim your hot juicy sweet body… in time. You are not ready yet.”

  “Bullshit,” I say, anger flaring up inside of me again. “I’ve never been more ready. Look at me!”

  I’m sprawled out on his bed, naked, dripping wet — what more does he want? I need him and I need him now!

  “I am looking at you,” he says with a cocky smirk. “And I love what I’m seeing.”

  He leans down and blows gently on my sex, which feels like it’s on fire. “Don’t get me wrong — I’m going to pound you until you see stars… but you are not ready, human. Now scream my name as you come for me. Show me how much you really want this big, blue spear in that tight little hole of yours.”

  Nikolax’s tongue flicks against my nub, his fingers entering me, and pure pleasure overwhelms me in an instant. He’s not holding back now, no. He’s giving me all that I’ve ever wanted, and more. His tongue is a blur as he hungrily devours me.

  I come. Hard. Screaming his name as loud as I can, my hands grabbing his horns, riding his bearded face as I orgasm.

  “Holy bells. That was crazy,” I pant as he smirks up at me, licking his lips with that magical tongue of his.

  He grabs my hand and leads me to the bathroom, my legs still wobbling with every step. I don’t protest as he guides my naked body towards the shower; I don’t have the mental energy left to argue, to fight back, to pretend like I’m not his.

  I quickly wash up as he watches me attentively, his brooding eyes never leaving my body. When I’m done he towels me off, and then hands me a short black dress.

  “It should fit your body perfectly.”

  My mouth goes dry as I run my fingers across the form-hugging dress. It’s so thin. The garment will hug every curve my body, accentuate all of… me. I’ve never worn anything like this ever in my life.

  “Try it,” Nikolax commands gently.

  I’m too hungry to argue. I let him pull the dress over my head, and feel the soft fabric hug my body.

  “Perfection,” he growls, his eyes filled with approval. “Now, let us eat.”

  “Don’t I get any underwear?” I ask.

  “No. You do not.”

  NIKOLAX

  This human is incredible.

  I have never seen any creature — human, Xera, Yari, or any other of the countless species that dot the galaxy — as beautiful as her.

  Everything about her makes my heart beat faster. The way she smiles, and how it creates these beautiful lines all across her face, how her nose scrunches up the teeniest amount, how her eyes light up like a beacon guiding my lonely heart home.

 

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