AN: I think this is about as deprived as it gets when it comes to Christmas. Thanks to Tonya Manning for betaing this for me!
Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight. Everything done in this fic is completely consensual.
The Night Before Christmas
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I stretched, my eyes fluttering open and the door to my bedroom creaked open. My heart sped up as a dark figure hovered silently in the doorway. I swallowed tightly, wetting my suddenly dry lips as I leaned over to switch the light on my bedside table on.
"Papi?" I questioned as the dull light casts a yellow glow over the figure, sleep clouding my mind making me confused.
He smirked, shaking his head. "Not tonight, Little One. Tonight I'm Santa."
It was then that I realized just what he was wearing. Instead of the usual Santa suit, he wore a cut, fitted red suit with a thick black, shiny belt around his waist that matched his shoes. His face was stubbed, belaying his polished look, and a Christmas hat sat lopsided on his head.
"Santa?" I asked, my brain only just starting to catch up with me. I yawned and glanced over at the clock, practically whimpering when I saw that it was just past three am. When he had told me that he had something planned for this morning and to be ready for him, I had honestly not seen this coming.
"Yes, Little One," he purred, moving from the doorway and sauntering over to my bed, sitting on the edge of it, his eyes hungry and predatory. "You see, I simply couldn't decide whether you had been naughty or nice this year."
A flush of arousal ran through me at his words, the seductive lilt not lost to me. I nibbled on my lip, looking up at him from under my eyelashes coyly. "I've been a very good girl this year, Santa," I told him, widening my eyes to show sincerity.
He cocked his head to the side, his eyes dipping down to the supple globes of my tits that were spilling from the fabric of my red nighty with a white lace trim. "Hmm, I'm not sure I'm convinced," he drawled. "Come sit on my lap."
He patted his lap in an inviting gesture, and I crawled out from under the covers, shivering as the cool air hit my exposed skin. I was sure that he could tell by the way my nighty hugged my hips so tightly that I wasn't wearing any underwear underneath it. It left almost nothing to the imagination and stopped mid-thigh.
I perched myself on his lap sideways, letting my legs swing back and forth as I snuggled into his chest.
"Your Papi tells me that you went over your allowance this month, Little One," he told me, and I ducked my head, nodding slowly.
"I only wanted to give everyone good presents," I explained.
He hummed in acknowledgement. "I understand, Little One, but your Papi asked me to deal with your infraction. He said you needed a spanking, Little One, but since its Christmas, maybe you can convince me otherwise." My breath hitched as he laid a warm hand on my thigh just below the hem of my nightie.
He nuzzled my neck, his hot breath fanning over my skin, causing goose bumps to erupt as I shivered. "What can I do to convince you?" I asked innocently.
"It's rather lonely in the North Pole," he murmured, his lips caressing the column of my neck. My breathing was heavy, my tits heaving gently as I lay a hand over his on my thigh.
"Don't you have Mrs. Claus?" I asked, feeling him smile against my neck.
He pulled back. "Sadly no, Mrs. Claus was a myth thought up by the elves so that little boys and girls wouldn't think I was lonely up there. It's been a long time since I've had proper company, especially one as titillating as yours," he purred.
"What can I do ease your loneliness?" I asked breathily, spreading my thighs open as I guided his hand down between my legs, letting it hover centimeters from where I knew he wanted it to be.
His eyes darkened subtly as his Adam's apple bobbed. "You're already doing it," he murmured, cupping my bare pussy and groaning. "Fuck, you're not wearing panties."
"My Papi told me not to," I told him, glancing over at him slyly.
"Your Papi sounds like a very intelligent man," he responded, slowly parting my wet folds. He clamped his other hand down on my thigh to keep me still as I squirmed, whimpering as his fingers stroked me.
"You're so wet," he groaned out, his lips hunting across the length of my shoulder as he circled my swollen clit.
"Oh, Santa," I moaned, burying my face in his neck and inhaling his musky scent.
"Does this feel good, Little One?" he asked, and I nodded vigorously, spreading my legs further apart to give him more room. "It's been a while for Santa so you have to show him what you like."
"Uhmmm, Santa," I mewled, "like this."
I reached down between my legs, guiding his hand further down. I was hot and slick as I used his hand to gather wetness around my entrance before pressing his fingers down on it.
"Inside me, Santa, please," I begged, shifting my hips closer. I cried out as he plunged two fingers deep inside me, my body trembling.
"Shhh, Little One, you don't want to wake up your Papi," he murmured against my ear before sucking the lobe between his lips and nibbling on it. His words caused my arousal to gush down on his hand. The very thought that tonight, this was not my Papi, but Santa had a shudder rolling through my body. It was so naughty and wrong that I was getting off on this, but I couldn't help it, and if the hardness poking me in the thigh was any indication, he was also enjoying this.
I gripped the lapel of his suit jacket, pulling him closer to me as I tilted my hips to meet the thrust of his fingers. My breaths quickened as I neared my orgasm, and I started squirming again in his lap.
"Santa, touch my clit, please," I pleaded weakly, and he rubbed his thumb over it, his fingers still plunging in and out of me. I let out a low keen, the muscles of my pussy fluttering as my orgasm hit me.
I buried my face back into his neck, whimpering and quivering as I climaxed, my pussy juices leaking onto his hand. It was a soft, gentle orgasm, and I rode its waves happily, feeling blissed out.
I went limp in his arms, content to stay there as he slowly retracted his fingers, leaving me empty.
"Little One," he murmured, shifting me off his lap and laying me down on my bed. My nightie was bunched up around my hips, revealing my glistening pussy in the dim light. One of my straps hung loosely down my arm, allowing the ripe, plump flesh of my right tit to be exposed, nipple hard and aching for his touch.
"Yes, Santa," I responded sweetly as I squirmed, my thighs rubbing together for friction.
"You've created an uncomfortable situation in my pants and I expect you to sort it out," He explained his voice husky.
My eyes flickered down to the crotch of his pants, where a prominent bulge strained against the fabric, and I let my mouth form a small 'o' of surprise.
"What should I do?" I asked him innocently, my eyes gazing into his expectantly.
"You can start by taking off your nighty," he instructed, loosening his emerald green tie,
"Will it help?" I asked as I tugged the material up my stomach and over my head, leaving me naked before him.
"Without a doubt," he drawled his gaze hungrily as it traveled over my body.
He held his tie taut between his hands as he got up on the bed, straddling my stomach. He clasped my hands over my head and tied them together before weaving his tie into the headboard and knotting it.
I was helpless beneath him as he gave me a sinister smirk. "I have a present for you," he murmured, "I don't know how capable you are to keeping quiet, and since I don't want you waking up your Papi, I have something that will muffle the sound."
He reached into his pocket and pulled out a pacifier. My eyes widened in surprise, and I couldn't help the arousal that flooded me. He had teased and hinted toward getting me a pacifier, but to have it right there in front of me had my nipples tightening further than they already were.
"Open," he instructed, tapping on my bottom lip. I parted my lips obediently, my mouth practically salivating as he pressed the latex head between my lips. He pushed it all the way in until my lips hit the guard, and I suckled on it, my eyelids fluttering as I relaxed back into the bed.
If I had thought his gaze before was hungry, it was nothing compared to how he looked now; he was ravenous.
Part of his weight rested on my stomach as he slowly disrobed, letting his jacket and shirt fall to the floor without a second glance. His eyes burned against my skin as his fingers unbuckled his belt and undid the button to his pants.
The sound of him drawing down his zipper was loud in the silence of the room, and I watched with bated breath as tugged his pants down a little before reaching inside them and grasping his cock. He guided it carefully out of his pants, his swollen flesh pulled taut over his cock as it leaked, spilling pre-cum along the reddened girth.
I sucked on my pacifier harder, whimpering around it as I strained against my restraints. He stroked his cock, his actions slow and precise, teasing not only me, but himself.
"It's been a long time since I've had a little girl's..." he paused, leaning down until his lips were level with my ear "...cunt," he finally breathed, causing my breath to hitch."That's what they call it, don't they?" he murmured, his hips rocking forward into his hand "A dripping, wet cunt."
I writhed beneath him, my pussy soaking the sheets beneath me as I throbbed and ached.
He chuckled evilly, enjoying my discomfort. "I think your Papi was right," he murmured, reaching down into his pants to massage his balls with his free hand. "You are a naughty little girl that needs to be punished."
I shook my head vehemently, refuting his claim.
"No?" he questioned upon seeing my blatant denial. "Well, I guess you'll have to prove it to me."
I let out a whine of protest as he plucked the pacifier from between my lips, pouting up at him with a frown.
"Don't worry, Little One, Santa has something else that I'm sure you'll enjoy sucking on," he cooed, shuffling forward on his knees until his cock bobbed in my face, a bead of pre-cum glistening at the tip.
He wound a hand around my hair, grasping it securely as he guided me toward his cock. I obediently opened my mouth to take him in, letting him slide his length down my throat. He groaned as I swallowed convulsively around him before starting to thrust.
I could feel the veins protruding from his cock pulsing against my tongue as I sucked and licked him enthusiastically.
"That's it, Little One," he growled. "Suck me like a good little girl."
I lay helplessly beneath him, powerless to do anything but take what he was giving me, and I took it willingly. His salty, musky taste saturated my taste buds, and I moaned around him, suckling him deeper into my mouth. He held all the power in this position, and he used it willingly.
One of his hands grasped the headboard above my head for leverage, while the other stayed wrapped around my hair, guiding my head as he rocked his hips forward. He groaned as I gagged around him, tears springing up in my eyes as I struggled to breath.
"Breathe through your nose," he reminded me as my eyes fluttered shut, and I focused on my breathing so that I could relax my throat around him.
He was thick and hard in my mouth, the hot, silken flesh easing its way in and out of my mouth as I worked to bring him to completion.
I tugged against my restraints, whimpering as I rubbed my thighs together, wanting him to give my body some attention. I could feel his balls grazing my chin as he continued to thrust, his breathing shallow and his face a mask of pleasure. His veins throbbed with blood and he hissed as I dragged my teeth over him carefully, shuddering above me.
I could feel him tensing, his thrusts becoming more erratic as he got close. "I want you to swallow," he panted. "Every last drop of what I give you."
I opened my eyes, humming around him in acknowledgement.
"Fuck!" he growled, pulling my head forward so that I engulfed his whole length, the majority of it down my throat as I choked, gagging and swallowing as he pulsed warm streams of cum into my mouth. My throat burned from the intrusion, but I ignored it, sucking and licking him as he loosened his grip on my hair, letting my head fall back until only the tip rested between my lips.
I dipped my tongue under the slit at the tip, causing him to whimper and pull his hips back, his cock slipping from my mouth.
He climbed off my body, untying my wrists from the headboard before rolling me over onto my stomach.
"You did very well, Little One, and you've managed to change my mind about your punishment," he told me, massaging the kinks out of my arms and shoulders so that they didn't cramp. "But...Santa has a present down by the tree that he knows you'll love, and he wonders what you would do to receive it early..."
"Anything," I mewled, too horny and wet to care what I was agreeing to.
He hummed. "I was hoping you would say that."
He gripped my hips, yanking me up onto my knees, making sure my legs were spread wide, leaving my body exposed and vulnerable. His fingers dipped between my legs, stroking my folds, and spreading my wetness over them. "Fuck, you're wet. Did sucking my cock make you this wet, you dirty little girl?" he asked.
When I failed to answer, only a mewl escaping me, he brought his hand down on the curve of my ass. I bucked, crying out in a mixture of pain and pleasure. The next blow was delivered to the lips of my pussy, as I writhed and trembled beneath his touch.
"Yes," I finally managed to choke out.
He chuckled sadistically, shifting forward to rub his newly awakened cock between the cheeks of my ass. "Of course it did."
He dragged the tip of his cock down my ass until it met my pussy, gliding it between my folds, coating it my juices before positioning himself at my entrance. He didn't bother asking me if I was ready as he slammed his hips forward because he already knew the answer. I let out a hoarse scream of pleasure, my walls spasming around him, clutching him deep into my body.
"Fuck yourself on my cock," he demanded through clenched teeth, and I moaned, my hands reaching forward to grip the headboard as I pulled my body forward before spearing myself on his cock again. He barely moved a muscle, his hand flexing on my hips as I rocked back and forth, my hair falling in my face and sticking to my skin.
My breathing stuttered as his hands moved, skimming over my back and snaking down beneath me to fondle my tits. I moaned as he rolled my nipples between his fingers, tugging and plucking at them as I thrust back against him. I panted and trembled as he leaned his upper half forward, his knees pushing my legs further apart as started pressing his weight down on my back.
He used one hand to keep himself balanced as he increased the pressure of his weight on me until his chest was crushing my spine. His breathing was shallow in my ear as he started moving his hips with mine. I felt so small tucked against his body, the wide expanse of his chest covering my body almost fully.
His hand drifted down to my pussy, and I let out a low keen as he started rubbing my clit. He increased the force of his thrusts, and I held on tightly to the headboard so that I wouldn't go careening forward. My tits swayed and bounced with his harsh movements, and I arched my back, letting my stomach dip down until it scraped against the sheets.
I could feel the heat swirling around in my stomach as I craned my neck backward, his lips attaching themselves to my neck, biting and sucking my skin.
We moved in sync, taking and giving equally, not letting our focus slip from one another. He was sweaty against my back, slipping and sliding against it as he panted and grunted above me. He towered over me, his body eclipsing mine, pushing me down until I became small and insignificant.
The tension fizzled in the air, stinging and electrifying, as I fell apart, my body shuddering and trembling as I cried out, my hands clenched tightly around the headboard until my knuckles went white from exertion. He followed after me, the grip of my pussy too tight for him to hold out any longer.
He took me with him as he collapsed on his side, his arms wrapped around my waist as we floated happily through our post-coital bliss.
"Fuck!" he muttered breathlessly, and I giggled, twisting around in his arms.
"That good, huh?" I teased.
"Bellezza," he said seriously. "You know you do it for me every time."
"It's one of the many things you love about me," I agreed with a yawn, and he chuckled, burying his face in my hair.
"Merry Christmas, Bellezza," he murmured as I snuggled into him, letting my eyes fall closed and my body relax.
"Hmmm, Merry Christmas indeed."
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Papi = Daddy.
Bellezza = Beauty.
AN: And there we have it. I wasn't sure if I would be able to get this done in time, but here you have it. Thanks for reading and let's hope that Santa leaves you something nice under the tree *wink, wink*!