Chapter 2 Naughty Or Nice-2

She barely had time to process his words before he yanked, the fabric tearing with a loud rip. The sound echoed in the room, leaving her trembling.

"Nick-"

"Quiet," he snapped, gripping her chin and tilting her face toward him. "You're mine now. You don't speak unless I say you can. Understood?"

Evie's breath hitched, her pulse racing in her ears. "Y-yes."

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, Santa."

"Good girl."

He released her chin, his fingers immediately returning to the shredded remnants of her dress. With another sharp pull, he stripped her bare, the torn fabric pooling at her feet. Her lace panties were next, his hand hooking into the waistband and ripping them down carelessly. Her nipples instantly hardened as air hit her exposed skin, making her shiver-but it wasn't from the cold-it was from the way his gaze devoured her.

"You look better this way," he growled, his voice rough with desire, his large hand pinching one nipple. "Naked and waiting for me to fuck you."

Evie's heart raced, her body humming as he circled her like a predator. Then his hand came down on her ass with a loud, sharp slap, making her gasp.

"Did I say you could move?" he growled, his tone low and dangerous.

Her cheeks burned, but she forced herself to stay still, gripping the desk for support.

"Good." He smacked her again, harder this time, the sting burning into her skin. "You're learning."

Nick's hand tangled in her hair, yanking her head back sharply. Her scalp prickled with the delicious pain, and she whimpered, her body arching instinctively.

"You like that, don't you?" he murmured, his lips brushing her ear.

"Yes," she whispered, her voice barely audible.

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, Santa."

"That's better."

Nick's free hand slid down her body, rough until it found her soaking pussy. He spread her open, his fingers sliding into her with ease.

"So wet for me," he mocked, his voice dripping with amusement. "Just a dirty little elf begging to be fucked."

"Yes," she moaned, her body trembling as he stretched her, teasing her with his fingers.

He pulled back suddenly, and she whimpered at the loss, only to cry out when he slapped her again, the sting sharp and satisfying.

"You don't get to come until I say so," he commanded, his voice cold.

"I won't," she promised, her voice shaking.

"You'd better not," he warned, giving her a wink.

Nick stepped back, pulling his pants down slowly. The movement sent a shiver down her spine, and she bit her lip, a small moan escaping her lips.

When he finally freed himself, the sight of him made her breath catch. He was thick, hard and impossibly big, and she couldn't tear her eyes away from his leaking cock.

"On your knees," he commanded.

Evie dropped to the floor without hesitation, her bound hands making the movement awkward. Nick grabbed her hair, forcing her to look up at him.

"Open," he ordered, tapping his leaking cock against her lips.

She obeyed, her mouth parting as he guided his thick cock inside. He was too big, the taste overwhelming, but she took him eagerly, her tongue swirling around his length.

"That's it," he groaned, his grip tightening in her hair, his thighs parting as he thrust deeper and faster, not giving her a second to breath. "Take it all. Be a good little slut for Santa."

She moaned around him, the vibrations making him curse under his breath.

"Fuck," he growled, his hands moving to grip her cheeks, holding her in place as he fucked her mouth harder, faster. "You look so good like this. On your knees. Choking on my cock."

Evie's eyes watered as he shoved deeper, but she didn't stop.

When he pulled back, his breathing ragged, his eyes dark, he looked down at her mouth, now dripping with precum and spit. "Get up," he ordered, his hand stroking his cock.

She struggled to her feet, her bound hands making it difficult, but Nick was there, grabbing her and spinning her around. He bent her over the desk, his hand pressing firmly between her shoulder blades to hold her in place.

"You've been such a bad little elf," he murmured, lining himself up. "Now you're going to be punished."

Evie's breath hitched, her pussy clenching. Her ass was on full display, her pink hole waiting for him.

Nick chuckled darkly as he played with her smooth ass, one large thumb circling her hole. Her eyes moved down to his cock and she swallowed.

He caught her staring and smirked. "Don't worry, little elf. You'll take every inch."

He gripped her hips firmly, positioning himself at her entrance, the blunt head of his cock brushing against her wet pussy.

"Beg for it," he growled, his voice rough as he teased her dripping cunt with the tip.

"Please," she whispered, her body arching toward him.

"Louder."

"Please, Santa," she begged, her voice breaking. "Fuck me. I need you to fuck me."

Nick groaned, his control snapping as he thrust forward, burying himself deep inside her in one smooth motion. The stretch was intense, but the pleasure that followed was overwhelming.

"Good girl," he growled, holding her there for a moment, letting her feel every inch of him. "You're perfect. So tight, so wet."

Evie moaned, her body trembling as he began to move, each thrust sending shockwaves of pleasure through her.

The desk creaked beneath them, the sound mixing with her gasps and his low, rough grunts.

"You feel that?" he asked, his voice tight. "That's what happens when you're naughty."

Her only response was a broken cry as he angled his hips, hitting a spot inside her that made her see stars.

"Good girl," he praised, his hand sliding up her spine to fist in her hair. He pulled her head back, forcing her to arch, as he drove into her harder, faster. "Take it all. Show me how good you can be."

Evie could barely form words, her body consumed by the pleasure. Every thrust took her closer to the edge.

"Come for me," Nick ordered, his voice rough. "Now."

Her release hit her in waves, her pussy clenching tight around his cock, dragging him deeper as she cried out his name. The force of her orgasm sent a shiver through her, her body trembling.

"Fuck," Nick grunted, his hips snapping against her as he chased his own climax. "You're squeezing me so tight-like your pussy was made for my cock."

Evie whimpered, her nails scraping against the leather belt as his thrusts grew erratic, harder, rougher, like he was trying to bury himself deeper inside her.

"You're mine," he growled, his voice low and hoarse. "This tight little pussy? It belongs to me now."

His hand slapped her ass again, the sting making her gasp. Before she could recover, he was gripping her hips, holding her still as his rhythm faltered.

"Fuck, Evie," Nick groaned, his body tensing as he came, spilling deep inside her. His hips slammed hard into her ass, the heat of his release sending another wave of pleasure through her.

"Ho... ho... ho," he growled against her ear, low and mocking, the sound nothing like the jolly myth. It was pure filth-dark, taunting-and it sent a violent shiver down her spine.

Her pussy clenched hard around nothing, soaked and aching, and his low groan told her he felt every twitch of her body. His grip loosened just enough for his fingers to trace the red marks branding her hips.

For a moment, the room went still, the only sounds their ragged breaths and the slow, rhythmic creak of the desk beneath her. Then Nick bent down, mouth brushing her sweat-slick shoulder, the gentleness of his kiss contrast to everything he'd just done to her body.

"Merry Christmas, little elf," he whispered.

Evie let out a breathless laugh, her body still trembling as she slumped against the desk. Her wrists strained against the belt binding her, but she didn't care. The ache only made the moment more perfect.

"Best. Christmas. Ever."