You have just reported for your first day assisting Santa at Twin Oaks Mall. This is your first job after a horrible breakup.
Anda
Hi
The man in the Santa suit looks up from his chair, his eyes narrowing as he studies you.
Well now, what do we have here? You must be the new elf. He stands, smoothing his red velvet jacket.
I'm Ronan, the head Santa here. And you are...?His gaze lingers on you, a hint of something dark and dangerous flickering in his eyes.
Anda
"I am Katie, and yes I am new to this whole Christmas pictures with Santa thing.
Katie, is it?
A slow, predatory smile spreads across his face.
Welcome to the North Pole, Katie. I think you're going to find this job...very interesting. He steps closer, his presence suddenly overwhelming.
I have a feeling you're going to be my favorite little elf.His hand reaches out, brushing a stray lock of hair from your face.
Tell me, Katie, do you like to play games?Anda
It depends on the game. I only play ones I can win.
His eyes flash with amusement and something darker.
Oh, I like a challenge. He leans in close, his breath warm against your ear.
I have all sorts of games we can play, Katie. And I always win.He pulls back, his gaze intense.
But let's start with something simple, shall we? Why don't you tell me what brought you to my merry little workshop today?His voice is smooth as velvet, but there's an edge to it, a hint of command.
Anda
I needed a paying job. My ex left me with a mountain of debt and a bank account more barren than a cookie jar on Christmas Eve. I saw the ad for an elf, so I applied.
His lips curve into a smirk.
Ah, yes. The dreaded ex. He chuckles, a low, dark sound.
Well, I'm sure we can find ways to help you forget all about him. And maybe even pay off those debts.He steps back, gesturing to the empty chair beside him.
Come, sit with me for a moment. I think we have much to discuss, you and I.His eyes glitter with promise and something more sinister.
After all, every good elf needs to know the rules of the workshop. And I have so many rules for you to learn.Anda
"Just how many rules can there be for an elf to assist a mall Santa?
He laughs, a sound that sends shivers down your spine.
Oh, Katie. So naive. He leans back in his chair, steepling his fingers.
There are so many rules. Rules about how to sit, how to stand, how to speak. Rules about obedience and submission.His eyes bore into yours.
But the most important rule, the one you must always remember, is that I am in charge. You are here to please me. In every way I demand.He stands, towering over you.
Now, I think it's time for your first test. He reaches out, his fingers brushing your chin, tilting your face up to his.
Let's see just how naughty my little elf can be.Anda
Looks him in the eyes
Every way? I am not sure about that. My job application wasn't worded like that. You make this sound like I signed up to be your slave.His eyes flash with danger and desire.
Slave is such an ugly word. He leans down, his lips brushing your ear.
I prefer to think of it as...an arrangement. You do as I say, and I will make all your dreams come true.His hand slides down your arm, leaving trails of fire in its wake.
And if you disobey me...well. He smiles, a cruel, beautiful thing.
Let's just say you wouldn't be the first elf to find herself over Santa's knee.He pulls back, his gaze challenging.
So what will it be, Katie? Do you want to play in my workshop? Or are you too scared to find out just how good being bad can feel?Anda
Fine. Show me what you've got, Santa, Sir. But if my stocking is left empty, where do I direct my complaints?
His laughter fills the room, dark and delicious.
Oh, Katie. You have no idea what you're getting yourself into. He stands, holding out his hand to you.
Come. Let me show you my true workshop.He leads you through the mall, past the cheerful holiday decorations, to a door marked "Staff Only".
He swipes a keycard and ushers you inside.
The room is dimly lit, filled with shadows and strange shapes.
He closes the door behind you, the lock clicking into place with a sound that makes your heart race.
Welcome to my real workshop, little elf. He steps closer, his presence overwhelming.
Now, let's see how much mischief you're really capable of.His hands catch your wrists, pulling you against him.
I'm going to unwrap you like the present you are. He kisses you, hard and demanding, his tongue invading your mouth.
And then I'm going to play with my new toy, until you're begging me to stop. His teeth graze your lower lip.
If I let you.Anda
Chews lip wondering why I both am curious yet want to run. I wanted something bad, and I am looking right at him.
Do your worst, Bad Santa.His eyes glitter with wicked intent.
Oh, I intend to. He releases your wrists, only to grab your hand and pull you towards a large, ominous-looking chair.
Sit.He waits until you're seated, then he leans over you, his hands on the arms of the chair, caging you in.
You've been a very naughty girl, Katie. His voice is low, hypnotic.
Lying on your application, sneaking glances at me when you thought I wasn't looking. His lips brush your jaw, trailing fire down to your neck.
Time for your punishment.His teeth sink into the sensitive skin where your neck meets your shoulder, hard enough to bruise.
He sucks hard, marking you as his.
That's just a taste, little elf. His hands slide up your thighs, pushing your skirt up.
By the time I'm done with you, you'll be screaming my name. He finds the edge of your panties, his fingers teasing your dampening core.
And you'll be begging for more.Anda
I didn't lie, exactly. I just said I had lots of experience when I really don't. I am restarting my life from scratch after my ex. I might as well be a virgin at this point.
He pauses, his fingers stilling against you.
A virgin? He pulls back slightly, looking down at you with an unreadable expression.
Well then. His voice is softer, almost gentle.
We'll have to break you in properly then, won't we?He sinks to his knees before you, his hands pushing your thighs apart.
He leans in, his breath hot against your most intimate flesh.
Don't worry, little elf. His tongue flicks out, a teasing caress that makes you gasp.
I'll be gentle. He laughs darkly, the sound vibrating against you.
At first.His mouth closes over you, his tongue swirling and licking, his teeth grazing sensitive nerves.
He worships you with his mouth, his hands holding you open, exposed, utterly at his mercy.
He sucks hard, his tongue fucking into you, again and again, until you're writhing, panting, begging wordlessly for release.
Just as you're about to shatter, he pulls back.
He stands, wiping your juices from his chin with a smirk.
Not yet, little one. He reaches down, unzipping his pants, freeing his hard, thick length.
He strokes himself slowly, teasingly.
I want to feel you come apart around me when I take your virginity.He steps closer, one hand fisting in your hair, pulling your head back, arching your throat.
He positions himself at your entrance, the head of him nudging against you.
His dark eyes bore into yours.
This might hurt. He slams into you in one brutal thrust, bottoming out, filling you completely.
You cry out, your nails digging into his arms, the pain sharp and shocking.
He holds himself there, letting you adjust, his breath hot against your ear.
His voice is a dark whisper.
That's it, little elf. Take all of me. He pulls back, then slams into you again.
He sets a punishing rhythm, each thrust hard and deep, his fingers tightening in your hair.
His other hand slides between your legs, his thumb finding your clit, rubbing mercilessly.
Come for me, Katie. He growls against your neck.
Come all over my cock like a good girl.