Hello all!
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My gifts to you this holiday season are two short stories--one naughty and one nice.
Naughty will be first. 😀
DISCLAIMER: The following story contains explicit adult language, content, and themes.
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Please enjoy Elf Mistress.
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Welcome to my blog!
My gifts to you this holiday season are two short stories--one naughty and one nice.
Naughty will be first. 😀
DISCLAIMER: The following story contains explicit adult language, content, and themes.
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Please enjoy Elf Mistress.
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ELF MISTRESS
by
C’ann Inman
“I think the cock should be a bit
bigger.” Jennifer tilted her head to the side and studied Santa’s private
dimensions.
Her assistant, Tracy, nodded. “I
agree.” She tweaked the mold to allow Santa a little more length. “How’s that?”
Jennifer pushed her russet hair
back behind her ear and narrowed her blue eyes. “Works for me.” She picked the
mold up. “Make at least a dozen more.
Then we’ll get started on the elves.”
She watched Tracy hurry away and
sighed. They had about three days to come up with all the molds and implement
them. The candy wouldn’t stay fresh if they did it sooner. Plus, she had to worry
about all the other sections of her candy store, Wicked Indulgence.
There were tooth fairies to
stock. Wedding items. Both naughty and nice. Those were year-round. And now
that Thanksgiving was over, a whole two days ago, Jennifer needed to
concentrate on Christmas. Her clients were already asking her when the display
would be ready.
She rubbed her temple and told
herself she would complete everything in time. She always did.
Tracy hurried back with the list
of the other candies they would make. “We’re working on snowmen, elves, and the
reindeer.”
Jennifer blew out a breath. “Give
me a sample of the deer nuts as soon as possible. Have John whip up a batch
this evening, and I’ll set out samples tomorrow. If they disappear, then we’ll
stock them as an item.”
Tracy nodded and made a note. Her
brown eyes leveled on Jennifer. “You sure you don’t need a break from this?”
Jennifer arched an eyebrow. “I’m
sure. Not quit worrying. Sleep is overrated anyway.”
“Sleep and sex.” Tracy shook her
head sadly. “Two things no woman should have to do without.” Her brown eyes
studied Jennifer’s face. “Been too long. Don’t you want to have someone to go home
to?”
Jennifer shrugged. “Business
first. Pleasure later.” She would never admit aloud that sleeping by herself
was a depressing reality. One she had no idea how to change. At least she
helped others let their wild side loose.
She glanced toward the partition
that separated her regular business from her somewhat wayward candy. Naughty
Novelties was emblazoned across the top in large, crimson letters. And
behind
that partition? Candy you certainly wouldn’t find at a
mainstream distributor.
Tooth fairy suckers with large
breasts. Jennifer made sure she was rather well-endowed. The trick was to make
sure her wings didn’t fall off while they made her. She came in cherry, orange,
and blueberry. There were also chocolate suckers.
Hard candies that depicted breasts,
pussies, and cocks. And even a large sucker that depicted people having sex.
There were heterosexual, homosexual, and even a ménage a trois. Quite a mouthful.
There was flavored whipped cream
in cans safe to use anywhere on a person’s body. Homemade Jell-O shaped like
penises and pussies. And different flavored syrups that lovers could use all over
willing bodies.
Jennifer hadn’t started out with
the naughty side of business.
But soon demands rolled in from
friends who asked if she could make candy just a bit sinful. And she found that
she could. Word soon spread, and her business picked up considerably.
She now had a website and a
catalog she sent out twice a year.
Several of the sweet treats were
mainstream. But there was a growing popularity for the somewhat seamier side of
candy.
Tracy tapped her pen on the notepad. “John says no problem on the deer
nuts. He’s going to use that recipe you gave him.” She chuckled at the thought
of her husband’s craftsmanship. “He seems to be having a good time.”
“Excellent.” Jennifer closed her
eyes for a second. “How about we make miniature elf suckers? Both naughty and
nice. I think the kids will like those.” She snickered. “The nice ones.” She
glanced at her assistant.
“Great.” Tracy made another note,
nodding. “And we’ll do the snowman poop?”
“Sure. Giveaways at the front
door for the first dozen kids each day. But I also want the snowman flasher.
John still has the molds, right?”
“Already on the table.” Tracy
laughed. “He’s got the kitchen all decked out right now. Like a kid in a candy
store.” She glanced at Jennifer, and they both laughed.
“I want the display ready in
three days. No later than.”
“Sure.” Tracy assured her one
last time and left the room.
Jennifer watched her go and
looked around. Three days wasn’t impossible. And it would be well worth the
effort. She yawned and stifled it quickly. No rest for the wicked. Or at least for
the owner of Wicked Indulgence.
* * * *
Jennifer opened her store to
utter chaos. There were at least a dozen people on the sidewalk already waiting
for her to unlock the doors. She did, quickly, and stepped back. The customers
filtered through, and Jennifer watched them.
At least half headed straight
back behind the partition to check out what naughty items had been made this
year. Jennifer tried her hardest to come up with new and unique ideas for the
holidays. She also employed at least three more helpers than usual to help with
all the customers. There was a cash register on the naughty side so all her
customers could purchase their items without scandalizing others.
And one person who specifically
stayed at the partition so no little person wandered through and was educated
prematurely. She snickered and turned back to the counter.
Jennifer looked outside and
smiled. There was a light snow falling. Just enough to make her long to be out
in it. To catch a snowflake or two on her tongue. Winter was absolutely her
preferred
season and Christmas her favorite
holiday. Hands down.
Red and green ribbons and tinsel
decorated every inch of her store. Silver and gold tassels hung from corners.
And there were silver and gold bells draped throughout from wall to wall.
Wicked
Indulgence utterly
embodied the holidays and all that was good in them. The smells, the sights,
and the sounds. Jennifer picked out an
instrumental compact disc that she adored. It was upbeat but mellow. The tunes
wove through the store fostering the exact ambience she craved.
She watched a mother with two
small girls step inside and smile as a helper gave the children a gift bag with
marshmallows and a couple of suckers in them. The woman inhaled deeply and
immediately began shopping.
John was making gingerbread right
now, and those aromas drifted through and helped create the perfect mood. Jennifer didn’t stock the gingerbread houses.
But she took orders for personalized gingerbread.
One of her oldest clients ordered
family gingerbread every year. Each cookie handcrafted to reveal the
recipient’s likeness and hobbies. Matriarch gingerbread for her customer.
Wide-brimmed hat and clutch for the cookie. And a small string of pearls around
its neck.
Jennifer snuck away briefly and
went back to the kitchen to talk to her head chef. She inhaled deeply at the combination
of chocolate and gingerbread. Jennifer was certain it was what Heaven smelled like.
She chuckled at the sight before
her.
If she thought the front was
chaotic, then the back was pure madness.
“Put the sugar in after. After!”
John scowled at one of the assistant chefs, a boy in his teens. Easygoing and
mellow away from the store, John was an absolute terror in the kitchen.
“Yes, sir.” The boy nodded
nervously and fixed his mistake.
Jennifer’s lips twitched.
“Santa’s going to bring you coal if you keep scaring the shit out of my
employees like that.”
John scowled. He would probably
be pulling out his hair if he had any. His blue eyes darkened dangerously. “I
don’t care what the old guy brings me. Maybe he’ll gift me with someone at
least
knowledgeable enough to handle simple
directions.” He glowered at the boy again.
Jennifer tugged on his sleeve.
“Come here, taskmaster.”
“Make it quick.” John glanced toward
the ovens. “I have another batch coming out in five minutes. And if I don’t
decorate them then…” He let the sentence trail off.
“Yes. I realize what a
catastrophic event that would be.” Jennifer nodded. All the candy would be
ruined.
“What do you need?” John glanced
around the kitchen one more time to make sure all his instructions were heeded.
“I’m going to need more Santa
sticks and Santa sacks. Double the order on the deer nuts.”
John rubbed his hands together
and grinned. “I knew those would go over great.” He smiled, showing the dimples
Tracy was so fond of. “All gone?”
“Almost.”
Jennifer had come up with the idea
to join two almonds with a bit of syrup. Then the almonds were lightly covered
in granular sugar. They looked just like a miniature replica of deer balls.
Customers were going crazy over them. One company already ordered five pounds
for their annual Christmas party.
“Anything else, boss?” John
looked at the oven again, and Jennifer smiled.
“Just more of the same. Lots of
happy customers.” She hugged him quickly and stepped back out front.
There were two lines out front
with at least four people each in them. Jennifer hummed a Christmas carol under
her breath and opened another register.
* * * *
Mitch stepped into the candy shop
and looked around. It was decked out to the hilt with Christmas decorations.
There were angels and Santas in every corner. No elves. He snorted. Go
figure. Highly underrated workers.
He tugged the hat down self-consciously
on his dark, brown hair and glanced around again. The proprietor was doing good
business. He lifted his head and inhaled deeply of the lovely scents
in the shop. Too bad he’d
probably have to close it down.
His hazel eyes roved over customers
and workers until they narrowed on a woman who seemed to be giving orders.
Mitch shook his head. The owner is a woman?
He reached around in his pocket
before he found his cheat sheet. J. Eve. Well, shit. No first name. He
assumed it was a male. Next time he would ask for a complete name. No surprises
that
way.
Mitch moved forward until he was
within a foot of the woman. Pretty. As far as mortals went. Brown hair
with striking blue eyes. Curvy underneath that sweater and jeans. He stuffed
his hands in his pockets and stepped back abruptly as she moved forward.
The last thing Mitch needed was a
distraction. He would take care of business later. First, he would check out
exactly what the store had to offer. He glanced up at the Naughty Novelties sign.
Mitch rubbed his jaw against the
slight stubble. He’d been in town for three days and was rather sick of it. He
wanted to go home as quickly as possible. Thank God this was the last of his
six
stops he had to make before he
could go back. Where the real work was.
His hazel eyes moved to the
calendar, and he cursed under his breath. Being the manager had its ups and
downs. Customer visits sucked. But the rest was great. Except Nick was pressing
Mitch to make a choice with family plans.
Family plans,
for chrissakes! Mitch
scowled. Just because the old codger had been happily married forever didn’t
really mean Mitch wanted to follow in his footsteps. Nick warned Mitch that
love would find him no matter what. But Mitch planned to put that moment off
for as long as possible. He had duties. A job. A life not bound to another. And
he liked it that way.
Mitch stepped behind the crimson
curtain, and his jaw dropped.
If the main shop was sedate, then
this was wild. Suckers of every description filled the wall on his left. He stepped
closer, and his eyes widened. Couples in every sex act possible were depicted.
And the crotch candy was unbelievable. Mitch leaned in closer and marveled at
the intricate design.
“See something you like?”
Mitch jerked upright and glanced
behind him. The lady from out front stood behind him, smiling. “We have all
sorts of candies to suit every person’s taste.”
“I see that.” Mitch’s voice was gruff.
The last thing he needed was the owner to see him ogling her naughty candy.
Jennifer moved forward and grabbed
one of the smaller suckers off the counter and handed it to him. It was a
small, cherry elf butt naked. She grabbed one for herself and stuck it in her
mouth.
“These are popular right now.”
She took it out and licked it from top to bottom. “Tasty.”
Mitch scowled as he looked down
at the small stick in his hand. The poor elf’s cock was small and rather
pitiful between its legs. The small proportions would offend every elf he knew.
Jennifer looked at the scowl and
took the sucker back out of his hand. “Or you can have the female version.” She
placed an orange sucker in his hand. Another elf, but this time with female
proportions. Her breasts were
high with protruding nipples and a smooth pussy.
“Santa’s going to bring you coal.”
Mitch tried to get the image of her licking the small elf out of his head. If
she wanted to lick an elf’s cock, he would be more than happy to produce one.
“Do you give every customer this
level of attention?”
“Sure.” Jennifer shifted the sucker
to her cheek and grinned. “You seemed rather lost. So I thought I would come
and help. First time in?”
“Yes.”
She nodded. “Thought so.”
Jennifer motioned to his hat. “Aren’t you hot?”
“No,” he lied.
“Okay.” Jennifer started with the
suckers. “As you can see, we have lots of different flavors and predilections.”
“What possessed you to start this
type of shop?”
Her eyebrows arched. “This type
of shop?”
Mitch motioned. “The Naughty
Novelties part.”
“High demand.” Jennifer winked.
“And it’s fun. Our chef enjoys the challenge.”
He scooped a small handful of
nuts into his hand from the small glass on the counter and read the label. “Deer
nuts?”
“Yes.”
Mitch held them up and shook his
head. “Dancer and Prancer would be pissed.”
Jennifer threw her head back and
laughed. “You think?”
“Pretty sure.” Mitch fought back
his answering grin to her laugh. He would not fraternize with her. Refused to.
No matter how pretty she was. He forced the thought of the sucker out of his
mind with a great deal of effort.
“Is there anything in particular
I can help you with?”
He shook his head. “Just looking.
Thanks.” He watched the woman retreat back to the main part of her shop. Mitch
bought two of everything and carried his bags back to the hotel.
* * * *
Jennifer watched the stranger
leave loaded down with bags and immediately walked back to the naughty side.
She approached the register and smiled at Dana.
“What did the last customer buy?”
“The pretty one with the hat?”
“Yes.” Jennifer nodded.
“Two of everything. Quite a
sale.”
“No kidding.” Jennifer’s blue
eyes narrowed. There were only a couple of reasons that someone would buy two
of everything. He either wanted to become a major customer, or he was ripping
off her ideas.
“Did he pay with a credit card?”
Dana shook her head. “Cash. Over
three hundred dollars worth. He seemed fascinated with the elf suckers. Bought
quite a few of those.”
“Thanks.” Jennifer walked back to
find Tracy, currently chatting with John in the kitchen.
John had three large cookie
sheets full of gingerbread people.
Adults and children decorated to
suit every taste. Tracy sat on one of the empty counters and nibbled on a small
one with red boots while John leaned back against one of the industrial ovens
for a minute to rest.
“We may have a problem.”
They both frowned.
“What do you mean?” John stood
upright and crossed his arms. “Something I need to take care of?”
Jennifer’s lips twitched.
“Simmer, studmuffin.” John had taken Jennifer under his wing like a protective
older brother. He and Tracy pretty much adopted her.
“There was a guy in here a couple
of minutes ago who bought two of everything.”
John scowled. “Did he now?”
Tracy shook her head. “So?” She
took another bite of her gingerchild.
John looked at his wife and
chuckled. “Stick with us here, Tracy. If the guy wanted to be a customer, he
would have asked for a business card or catalog. If he were trying to start his
own
shop…” He trailed the sentence
off.
“He would have bought two of
everything.” Tracy jumped down off the counter, and her brown eyes snapped.
“Well, I damn well don’t think so.” She brushed her hands together.
Jennifer nodded. “We don’t know
for sure, but there was something different about him. I can’t quite pin it
down.”
“What did he look like?” John had
his notebook out, ready to take notes.
“Tall.” Jennifer closed her eyes.
“Hazel eyes. Dark brown hair. Angular face. Strong jawline.” Her blue eyes
opened. “He wouldn’t take off his hat, though it is warm in the store. He wore
a black jacket. Black jeans.”
Tracy frowned. “And I missed
that?”
“Careful, woman.” John pulled his
wife to him and kissed the top of her head.
She laughed and ran her hands
along his smooth scalp. “Who could compete with you?”
Jennifer smiled at the pair. “No
sex in my kitchen.” The smile faded. “Let’s just keep an eye out for him,
okay?”
“Sure.”
She walked back out front and tried
to put the stranger out of her mind. But he never quite left.
* * * *
Mitch took his two bags from Wicked
Indulgence and sorted everything out on his bed. Then he simply closed his
eyes and wished to be home. The generic hotel room faded completely, and he
found himself back in his bedroom
at his house.
He relished the crimson comforter
laid over his large, oak bed. Its gilded edges matched the rugs placed on the
hardwood floor of his bedroom. A large dresser sat on his right wall while his bathroom
door was situated across from it. Directly across from the foot of his bed was
a large rock fireplace that even now had logs burning in it.
Mitch sighed. He made the other
visits to the shop owners, but none stuck with him as the woman of Wicked
Indulgence did. He glanced down at the bag’s contents. Nick would probably
be upset about the contents of her store. He couldn’t see Nick offering her the
job. Mitch picked up all the merchandise and started for the main house.
* * * *
Jennifer sniffled miserably and
dabbed her nose. She was not a good patient. And this damn cold pissed her off.
It wasn’t a large one by any means, but she refused to go in to her shop even
slightly sick and risk contaminating everyone else.
Tracy assured her everything would
be fine. She would handle it. Jennifer knew she could. And would. But sitting
at home in her holiday pajamas didn’t do it for her.
She glanced down at the erratic
Santas all over her legs and across her chest. They seemed to dance up and down
her legs while smiling genially and offering presents. This was only one pair
in her ever-growing collection of holiday nightclothes.
Jennifer shuffled to the kitchen,
feeling sorry for herself. The biggest season for her store, and she was stuck
at home. She grimaced and poured herself some hot tea. Then she started to walk
back to her bedroom to wallow in
misery when someone knocked on the door.
She tilted her head to the side.
Jennifer never had visitors. All her business associates came to the store.
Tracy and John were at work. She looked out the peephole and almost choked on
her tea.
It was the mystery guy from the
shop.
She hurriedly unlocked the door
and stared at him. “What are you doing here?”
The man stepped inside and looked
around. He was clearly displeased. When he looked down at her, his hazel eyes
flashed. “I have a proposition for you.”
* * * *
Mitch dreaded this meeting above
all else. He would have to come clean about his visit and reveal a secret that
could alter the mortal’s world forever. The woman was driving him crazy, and
she was totally unaware of it.
The night he arrived home, he
dreamt of her. Her mouth. Her body. Mitch groaned and shifted in the doorway.
In his dream, she did things to his body that drove him to the brink of
insanity.
When Nick chose her, Mitch didn’t
know whether to curse or cheer. How could he handle being around her all the
time? Because in her new role, they would work side by side. His cock
twitched in his pants, and he almost
groaned. His annoyance made his voice gruffer than usual.
* * * *
“What?” Jennifer eyed the stranger
warily. “And please,” she added sarcastically, “come right in.” She shut and
locked the door. “What do you want?”
“To offer you a job.” The man yanked
on his hat self-consciously, and Jennifer frowned. “Do you have an earache or something?”
“No.” The word was abrupt and
annoyed.
“What kind of job?” Jennifer
dabbed her nose carefully and scowled at the man. “I don’t even know who you
are.” Her blue eyes studied him carefully.
“You’d be doing the same thing
you are now.”
She scowled. “Leave.” Jennifer
started to the door when the man’s hand shot out and closed around her arm.
“Please.” His hazel eyes
sharpened. “Give me a chance.”
Her arm tingled where he touched
her, and she attributed the sudden dizziness to her slight cold. “Who are you?”
“Mitch.” The man tried to smile.
“Mitch Sheldon.” He sighed. “Screw it.” He reached up and pulled the hat off
his head.
Jennifer’s eyes widened at the
sight of two pointy ears protruding from his head. “You have…” She trailed off
and motioned to his head. Her hand moved and traced the soft protrusions.
“Wow.”
At the first touch of her hand,
Mitch closed his eyes. All the blood rushed to his cock, and he didn’t wonder
about the reaction. Something about this mortal called to him. And the sooner
he got her out of his system, the better off they’d both be.
He reached up and covered her
hand with his.
“Did it hurt?” she asked softly.
“The surgery?”
“What?” Mitch looked at her.
“What do you mean?”
“When they did that to your ears.
Did it hurt?”
“Oh shit.” Mitch raked his
fingers through his dark hair. “I haven’t had surgery, mortal. I’m an elf. Do
you get it now?”
Jennifer gauged the distance
between herself and the phone. She rushed around the side of the couch, but
Mitch tackled her onto the cushions. She kicked and struggled to no avail.
Panic crept
up, but she didn’t understand the
other odd feelings she had.
Breathless. Excited. Safe.
Her blue eyes looked up into the
man’s hazel ones, and she stilled. “Let me call you some help. Okay?”
The man shook his head. “Don’t
say I didn’t warn you.” He covered her eyes with his hands, and Jennifer felt
the room shift. When he removed his hands, she looked around in amazement.
Her living room was gone. She was
in a bedroom of sorts. Her hand traced the soft crimson coverlet beneath her
fingers. And the man still lay on top of her.
Jennifer glanced up and arched an
eyebrow. “If you’re having a delusion, apparently I’ve joined you.”
“No delusion.” Mitch slid down
her body, and Jennifer bit her lip to keep from asking him to move right back.
“Welcome to the North Pole.”
* * * *
Jennifer sat upright with blue
eyes wide and disbelieving. “What?” she shrieked.
Mitch looked down at her sprawled
across his bed and forced himself to stay at least three feet away from her. It
was damn near torture. “The North Pole,” he repeated.
She exhaled and lay back down.
Jennifer closed her eyes and counted to ten. Then she slowly opened them. “Holy
shit,” she muttered. Amazingly, her cold was gone. She dabbed her nose and
glanced up at Mitch. “I’m
dreaming.”
“Nope.”
Jennifer shook her head side to
side. “Impossible.” She sat up again and moved her russet hair off her
shoulders. “I have no cold. I’m at the North Pole. You’re here.” She ticked the
items off on her fingers. “I’m dreaming.”
Mitch moved closer, unable to help
himself. “And if this were a dream, mortal, what would you do?”
“Jennifer,” she muttered. “My
name is Jennifer.”
“Jennifer.” She watched in fascination
as the elf moved closer. What she wanted was simple. To taste the tall, dark
stranger in front of her. To have those hands cover her body. It was her dream.
Why can’t I do as I wish?
She patted the comforter. “Come
here.”
Mitch sank to the bed beside her,
and she cupped his cheek with her hand. Slowly, so slowly, she brought his
mouth to hers.
At the first touch, her body
jumped, as if in shock. And then all the pent-up desire she had poured out of
her.
Their lips rubbed together, and
Jennifer felt Mitch’s tongue flick against mouth. She willingly let him in and
groaned low in her throat at the erotic duel in her mouth. He seemed to find
every
crevice, every recess that
brought her pleasure.
Jennifer lay back on the bed and
purred as Mitch covered her body with his. She had no doubt that he wanted her.
His cock pulsed against her thigh. Ready and willing. The knowledge filled
her with a feminine power she
didn’t know she had.
Mitch moved from her mouth to her
neck, where he found her rapidly beating pulse and flicked his tongue against
the soft flesh. Jennifer’s pussy ached as she imagined that tongue elsewhere,
pleasing her. She shifted to try
and move him where she wanted him.
But he wasn’t having any of it.
His hands moved up her arms and pinned them above her head. One hand stayed
there while he halfway sat up and moved her tank top higher. Jennifer’s breath
heaved in her chest while Mitch’s
large hands skimmed across her belly and up higher. He moved the tank top over
her breasts and gazed down at her. When he was certain she watched, he bent his
head and took her taut nipple into his mouth and sucked gently.
She arched up against him,
wanting more. Her body tightened as he flicked his tongue against the hard nub,
and she cried out. But he still kept her hands above her head. Jennifer could
have moved them from beneath his, but she didn’t want to. She would let him control
the game. To do what he wanted to with her. The thought excited her even more.
Mitch moved his other hand from
hers and brought it down. He cupped her breasts together and moved his mouth
from one to the other, sucking and licking. Jennifer writhed under his
ministrations and clutched the comforter in her hands. Such a talented mouth
against her body.
And then those magic hands moved
down to her hips and tugged gently on her pajama bottoms. Jennifer hadn’t
bothered wearing underwear. And she watched as Mitch’s eyes darkened considerably
as they gazed on her pussy next to his hand. He slid the pants off and moved
his mouth to her left ankle. And then her knee. His tongue tracing some
invisible path that left her breathless and wanting.
She spread her legs as she felt
his head move higher and higher. Jennifer arched her body up, silently asking
him to use his mouth on her. His mouth was against her in an instant, and she
shuddered as she felt his tongue
stroke her pussy folds and flick against her swollen clit. She moved her hand
then and clutched the back of his head while he pleasured her pussy.
The ache built and spread
throughout her body, and she brought her other hand down to pluck at her taut
nipple. Every nerve in her body stretched to the limit until Mitch gripped her
hips in his large hands and
worked her steadily against his mouth. Fucking her with his tongue. Making her
scream in pleasure as her body spasmed over and over again.
Jennifer lay limply on the bed
and licked her lips. Little aftershocks of pleasure still filtered through her
system. She opened her eyes and saw Mitch stroking himself in front of her. She
scooted to the edge of the bed and wrapped her legs around his waist.
His eyes widened for the briefest
moment before he placed the tip of his cock against her slick opening.
“What do you want?” His voice was
hoarse and strained.
“Your cock.” Jennifer lifted her
ass up and rubbed herself against his hard length. “Inside me. Fucking me.”
Mitch groaned and grabbed her
hips. He slid his large cock between her legs, and Jennifer tightened around
him. He fit her perfectly.
Mitch slid his hands under her
ass and stroked her pussy with his hard cock. She moaned as she felt tension
build in her body again. She would be happy if he never quit fucking her.
“Please,” she moaned.
Mitch’s body shook as he tried to
restrain himself. Tried to postpone the inevitable. Jennifer smiled a wicked
smile and tightened around him again. His groan told her everything she wanted
to know. She worked her hips
against him until she felt her body begin to spiral again.
“More,” she told him,
breathlessly. “Give me more.”
The bed shook with the force of their
bodies, and the headboard slammed against the wall. Jennifer watched Mitch’s
cock slide in and out of her body, and she shuddered. The pleasure built again
until it was all she knew. All she felt. Her orgasm ripped through her, and she
called out his name over and over again.
Mitch shuddered, and she felt him
collapse on top of her; her legs still wrapped tightly around him.
Jennifer blinked. “Wow,” she
murmured.
He shifted and smiled down into
her face. “Indeed.” He propped himself up and looked down at her. “So you’ll
stay? Run the candy department here?”
She frowned. “What?” Her body
still hummed, and she had problems concentrating. “What are you talking about?”
“You will stay. Accept Nick’s
position. Be my Elf Mistress.” His hazel eyes looked deeply into hers.
Jennifer halfway sat up. “I have
no idea what you’re talking about.”
Mitch scowled. “You’ve lain with
me. Come to this world. You will accept the position.”
“You will kiss my ass.” Fury lit
deep within Jennifer’s eyes. “We had sex.” Great sex, her head amended.
But no need to feed his ego now. He thought she would simply come to this world
and
make a life? Leave her family?
Her friends? Her everything? He had lost his fucking mind. And besides, she
was dreaming. Aren’t I?
“I don’t know what you’re blathering
about.” Jennifer sat up and yanked her tank top on. She pushed him out of the
way and reached for her pants.
His large hand moved to hers.
“Please.”
Jennifer stopped in mid-movement
and looked at the man next to her. Elf, she silently corrected. He’s
an elf. She bit her lip. “I have a life. A business. And just because Nick
offers me
some job in the candy department
at the North Pole doesn’t mean diddly. We are talking St. Nick, right?”
Mitch raked his hand through his
hair, obvious frustration in every stilted move. “Obviously,” he snipped.
Jennifer pulled her clothes on
and stood up. “I believe in Christmas magic. I do.” She glanced down at the elf
in the bed. “But I don’t believe this is for me. Can’t believe this is for me.”
She
put her hands on her hips. “I
want to wake up now.”
Mitch pulled on his jeans and
jerked his head down. “I see.” He put his hands over her eyes. “As you wish,”
he whispered.
* * * *
Jennifer woke up on the couch
with a serious headache and no cold. She ran her hands down her body and told
herself it was a dream. A sexy, sinful dream. She glanced at the clock and saw
it
was only a little past nine. She
would go into work. Make a difference. Make some candy. Make her forget the
erotic dream she had.
The elf who made her body ripple
with pleasure.
She growled low in her throat and
shot off the couch with a scowl. “I’m going mental,” she murmured. Jennifer
dressed quickly in jeans and another sweater. She tugged her brown suede boots
on and pulled her hair back into a loose bun. The store needed her. And just
because her subconscious was having a slight breakdown, that didn’t mean she
could ignore her priorities.
* * * *
Jennifer walked into her store
and smiled at the customers.
Tracy hurried around the counter
and bombarded her with a huge hug. “Oh my God! Where have you been?”
“What?” Jennifer’s blue eyes
widened in confusion.
“I’ve been trying to call for two
days. And you never picked up your phone. I was going to call the police today.”
She frowned. “Or bust down your damn door myself.”
“It’s Monday, isn’t it?”
“Monday?” Tracy eyed Jennifer
slowly. “It’s Wednesday, sugar.”
“Wednesday?” Jennifer shrieked.
Several customers turned their
heads, but Tracy waved them off and hustled Jennifer quickly into the back. “Okay.
Tell all. How in the hell could you lose two days?”
Jennifer’s lips flattened. “I was
busy having wild elf sex and being offered a job by Santa Claus.”
Tracy reached up to feel her
forehead. “Do you have a fever?”
She slapped her friend’s hand
away. “No. I don’t have a damn fever.” Jennifer closed her eyes. “I don’t think
I do.” She sighed. “Remember that guy who bought all those items? Two of each?”
“Sure.” Tracy still eyed her
warily.
“He’s an elf.”
“Okay.” Her friend drew the word
out so that it sounded as if it had four syllables.
“Never mind.” Jennifer blew out a
breath and patted her bun. “I’m here now. Ready to work.” She smiled
reassuringly at her friend. “Everything else best left forgotten. Right?”
“Right.”
* * * *
But Jennifer didn’t forget. Because
every night for the next week, she had a visitor in her dreams. An elf who
touched her body and made her tremble with desire. And one who knew exactly how
to touch her. To make her cry out his name while his hands skimmed over her
body to bring her unspeakable pleasure.
She woke every morning with an
ache that made her edgy and irritable. Her days at work didn’t fill the ache.
They brought it closer to her. The edges sharp and painful. What if she hadn’t
dreamed of Mitch? What if she actually was there?
The thoughts went round and round
in her head until she thought it would explode.
Tracy and John watched her silently,
but she felt their worried glances more than once. She was, quite possibly,
losing her mind.
How could she explain her overwhelming
attraction to a man—elf?—she only saw once?
Jennifer drove home on Friday and
slammed her car into park. She had another headache from hell, and irritation
peaked about three hours ago. She was full-blown pissed off right now. How dare
some guy finagle his way into her thoughts? Disrupt her life?
She slammed the door behind her
and collapsed on her couch in the dark. Life sucked. Instead of being excited
about Christmas, she was beginning to dread it. And there was no logical
explanation for any of it.
Jennifer wanted to sleep. To sleep
and dream of her elf lover. She closed her eyes and breathed in slowly. And
out.
“Jennifer.” His voice whispered
across her skin.
She shifted and moaned. “Mitch.”
“Tell me what you want.” His hand
moved restlessly over her bare skin, and she trembled.
“I want you. Only you.” Jennifer
opened her eyes and took in the glorious sight of Mitch’s body lying next to
hers. She threw herself into his arms and molded her body next to his. She
wanted
to give him as much pleasure as
he gave her.
Jennifer slid down his body
slowly, letting her mouth and tongue trace a path along his muscles and hard
planes of his body. His stomach tightened as she nipped below his belly button and
moved lower.
She took him into her mouth inch
by agonizing inch. He threw his head back and groaned as she moved her mouth up
and down his hard length while cupping his balls in her hand.
Jennifer licked all the way
around his cockhead and flicked her tongue across the tip. Mitch threaded his
fingers through her hair and whispered her name as she sucked him deeper and
deeper down her throat.
“Enough,” he groaned.
He moved her up higher, spreading
her legs on either side of his hips while he drove his hard cock into the core
of her. Jennifer trembled as he pistoned in and out of her while clutching her
hips tightly. She rocked back and forth, savoring the friction between their
two bodies.
Mitch moved his hand between
their two bodies and found her swollen clit. He moved his finger in tight
circles around the bud until Jennifer was helpless and unaware of the sounds
coming from her throat. She bucked against him wildly, searching for the
release she needed.
“Come for me,” he murmured. “Come
for me.”
Jennifer’s body jerked, and she
felt the orgasm shudder through her with a force that left her blind and deaf
to everything around her.
“Come back to me, Jennifer.”
Mitch’s voice was soft in the darkness. “Come back to me.”
She jerked upright with her heart
pounding and cursed the darkness. Jennifer lay back down and tried to sleep.
But it was no use. Sleep wouldn’t come.
* * * *
Jennifer looked like death warmed
over the next day at work. She avoided Tracy and John with single-minded determination.
She would take her defective mental faculties and deal with them herself, thank
you very much.
The day dragged on interminably
while Jennifer stayed behind the counter out front. She must have rung up forty
people before noon. But she didn’t remember a one. Her mind was preoccupied with
a dark-haired demanding elf.
Jennifer was lost in her own thoughts
when she heard the bell over her front door ring. She glanced up, and her jaw
dropped completely open.
The curvy, older woman with
wire-rimmed spectacles stepped inside her store and looked around. Her gray
hair curled riotously around her head and framed her sweet face. Her blue eyes
twinkled as they took in the
sights and sounds of the store. A simple ivory shirt was tucked into the
waistband of her black skirt, which tapered to shiny, black boots. She covered
herself from the cold with a black leather jacket.
Jennifer loosed her tongue with a
great deal of effort. Surely not. She came around the side of the
counter with a great deal of effort and approached the older woman.
“Ma’am?”
“Just Nan, dear.” The older woman
smiled and patted her curls. “Just Nan.” She picked up a likeness of herself
cast in chocolate and smiled.
“Nan,” Jennifer repeated faintly.
“Don’t look so stricken, child.”
Nan’s lips twitched. “I’ve only come because I was curious about you and your
shop.” She arched an eyebrow. “And a certain moody elf.”
“Mitch.” The name rolled off
Jennifer’s tongue of its own volition. She bit her lip.
“Aye. That’s the one.” Nan
unwrapped the sucker and bit delicately into the smooth chocolate. “I had heard
he offered you a position with us.”
“Oh, he offered me a position all
right.” Jennifer’s cheeks flooded with anger. “After he practically ordered me
to stay.”
“Ah.” Nan grinned. “That boy
always has been a bit impetuous.”
“Don’t forget headstrong and pushy.”
Jennifer bit down on the adjectives, sexy and sinful.
“Wouldn’t think of it.” Nan took
another bite of the sucker and looked around again. “Nick really would
appreciate it if you would think over his offer.” She studied Jennifer again.
“And I’m sure you realize all the other elves would appreciate it if you would give
Mitch another chance to not act like such an ass.”
Jennifer looked at her blankly,
and the older woman winked. “Rather lot to wrap your head around, isn’t it?”
“Yes,” she managed.
“Think on it.” Nan held up the
sucker. “Do you mind?”
“Not a bit.” Jennifer watched Nan
look around one more time and nod approvingly. And then she was gone.
Tracy walked by and shook her arm
gently. “Jen. You okay?”
“Huh?” Jennifer looked at her
friend with large, blue eyes.
“That’s it.” Tracy steered her
toward the back of the store.
“Go home. Now.” She bundled Jennifer
up in her coat and shoved the car keys in her hand. “John and I’ve got it.”
* * * *
Jennifer drove home with her mind
a million miles away. Mrs. Claus came to her store today. She did.
Jennifer nodded to herself. Sure. And she mentioned the fact that her
husband offered me a job. And Mitch was moody. She went over the
facts as best she knew them and
sighed while she sat in her
driveway.
Mitch was real. Her heart embraced
the fact while her head kept pounding. She had approached the tinselly twilight
zone. Not a comforting thought. But Mitch’s body next to mine? Rubbing against
me?
Jennifer’s head fell back against
her car’s headrest. “Help me,” she murmured, pleading to anyone who would
listen.
“Will I do?”
She jerked her head to the side and
clapped a hand over her mouth before she could shriek.
Mitch sat in the passenger seat
calmly studying her. His dark, shaggy hair curled around his black collar while
his ears pointed toward the roof. Those hazel eyes seemed to dissect every
feature.
“You’re real,” she muttered.
“Aye. I’m real. And these.” He
reached out to take one of her cold hands in his. “These are real, too.”
“Oh.” The word came out short and
confused.
“I’ve made a mess of this.” Mitch
leaned forward and rubbed his lips softly against hers. When he pulled back, he
sighed. “I didn’t expect you.”
“That goes double for me,” she
mumbled.
Mitch chuckled. “I can only imagine.”
He was silent for another minute. “I want you to be my Elf Mistress.”
Heat flooded Jennifer’s cheeks.
“Your mistress?” she repeated. All the nights she dreamt of pleasuring and
being pleasured by this elf came flooding back. She forced herself to remain
calm. “And if I choose not to?”
Color drained slowly from Mitch’s
face, and he set his jaw. “You are still able to take Nick’s offer. To be the
candy maker.”
Jennifer held her head high. “I
deserve more than to be someone’s mistress.” She looked at him sadly. “Even
yours.”
Mitch blinked and a slow smile spread
across his face. “I think I’ve miscommunicated my desires, Jennifer.”
Her smile was wry. “I don’t think
you have, Mitch.”
“A mistress is the head of a
household. A woman who has power and authority.”
“Power and authority?” she whispered.
“Not a…” She trailed off and searched for the right term.
“Not the ‘other’ woman,” he
supplied for her. “The only woman.”
The only woman. The words
wrapped tightly around her heart.
“I would be your Elf Mistress?”
Jennifer wanted to make sure there was a bit of clarification before she
utterly made a fool of herself.
“Yes.”
Jennifer threw her arms around his
neck and held tightly. “I’ll have to make arrangements at the store.” She pulled
back. “I will be able to visit, won’t I?”
“Anything.” Mitch stroked her cheek
with his fingers. “Anything you want.”
“Anything?” Jennifer slid him a
heated glance.
He nodded.
She brought his mouth to hers. “I
have a Wish List inside. Let’s start at the top.”
****
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© C’ann Inman
2017
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