Christmas Congratulations (2 page)

"I
am," I say breathlessly, and then nod. "Yes. Please, tie me
up."

He
smiles and does so, wrapping the tinsel around my wrist and then
tying it securely. He straddles me to reach for the other string of
tinsel, and I gasp at the weight of him on top of me. After tying up
my other wrist, he kisses me, thrusting his tongue into my mouth.

But
then he pulls back and looks down at me thoughtfully.

“
What?”
I ask, wanting him to get back to what he was doing. No-one kisses
like Nick.

“
I
just had an idea of what you could give me for Christmas.”

I
stare up at him. “Seriously? You tie me up and turn me on and
now you're talking about Christmas presents?”

“
It's
a
really
good idea,” he says.

"Well?"
I say, trying not to show how impatient I am. "Tell me, what's
your great idea?"

"You
know how hard the elves work," Nick says, and I stare at him.
What's with this tangent?

"...Yes?"

"Don't
you think they deserve a reward? A little thank you for all their
hard work? Some congratulations?"

My
eyes narrow suspiciously. "I suppose they do. Do have something
in mind?"

He
sits on the bed and grins at me. "I've seen the way you look at
them. You find them handsome."

"They're
not you," I say with a shrug, meaning it. They
are
handsome, but they're so - otherworldly. Just like Nick, the elves
aren't what you'd expect after decades of pop culture. Instead of
being tiny and cute like you might expect, they're more like fantasy
novel elves, but they have a love of making toys instead of singing
at trees or shooting things with arrows. They're nice enough, if a
bit weird, and yes, they're gorgeous. I still don't know what he's
getting at.

"Perhaps
you could be the one to give them their reward. No: perhaps you could
be
their reward. All of them. At the same time."

I
stare at him. There are nowhere near as many of them as you might
think, but there are still five! I've never been with more than one
person at the same time, and I'm not sure how that would even work.
And yet, now that I
am
thinking
about it - it sounds kind of hot. No, it sounds
very
hot.

"That
- that would be a heckuva reward."

"It
would," Nick nods. "For all of you."

"And
what do you get? Is this related to that Christmas present you were
talking about?"

"Indeed
it is. I get a video recording, so that I can watch at my leisure. As
many times as I like."

"Oh,"
I say, and lick my lips. I'm suddenly so wet, thinking of that - of
being filmed while I get busy with five gorgeous else, of Nick
watching it later and jerking off to it - oh yes. I definitely like
the sound of that.

"Is
that all you have to say?" He asks, teasing. I shake my head.

"I
say
yes
.
And I say
get
on with what you were doing.
"

He
chuckles and obediently goes back to kissing me, ravishing my mouth.
Now, he's the dominant one in our relationship, there's no doubt
about that at all, but he always likes to make sure that I'm happy.
Right now, he pushes my legs apart and lies face down between them,
and I'm suddenly
very
happy. I can feel the warmth of his breath down there, and it
tingles. He brings his hand up and slides a finger between my slick
lips, making me cry out. Just that gentle touch is already filling my
brain with swirling stars that go supernova when he rubs his thumb
against my clit.

"Oh,
Nick," I say, and strain against the tinsel that's binding me.
He pushes his thick finger all the way inside me, the promise of
what's to come, and a moan escapes me. I don't know how much of this
I can take. As he continues to finger me and I start to come undone,
I already know the answer - I'll take as much of this as he's willing
to give me. He slides another finger inside, and another, and those
three fingers together are easily bigger than most guys' cocks. It's
a glorious stretch and my back arcs off the bed as he thrusts them
into me, pleasuring rocketing through me.

And
then he starts rubbing my clit in earnest and it's literally just
seconds before I'm coming, my orgasm throbbing in time with my
heartbeat. All I can do is lie there, whimpering, as he keeps
fingerfucking me, building the pleasure again brick by brick. He
pulls away and I whisper
no,
come back, please
,
but he only leaves me for long enough to undress and then he's back
between my legs, and this time it's not his fingers against my lips,
it's his cock. He slides in without warning, without pause, and I cry
out. I always cry out because he's
big
,
seriously big, and no matter how much he prepares me it always hurts.
It doesn't hurt for long though; as he fucks me, thrusting into me
again and again, the pleasure grows and overcomes the pain.

Oh
god, it feels good. Tied up with tinsel, being thoroughly slammed by
my husband and his monster cock, knowing that tomorrow night I'm
going to have five elves fucking me, all on his command. As he fucks
me harder my breasts bounce and he grabs one of them in his strong
hand, squeezing, and there's more of that pleasure-pain.

"Nick,
Nick," I whisper but I don't say anything more, and he doesn't
say anything at all. He just smiles and fucks me so hard that my head
hits the headboard. I brace my bound hands against it as he fucks me
again and again and
again
,
and I'm coming with a scream, my whole body tensing. Everything's wet
between my legs, I can feel my juices all over my thighs, but he's
not done yet. He hooks my knees over his shoulders so that he can
drive into me even deeper, curls his hands over my shoulders so that
every single thrust feels like it's tearing me in two. I'm sobbing
now but I don't want him to stop, I'd
really
cry if he did, but there's so much sensation, it's too intense, I
feel like I can't take anymore and that I can take everything he has
to give me, that I
need
everything he has to give me, all at the same time.

"That's
it," he grunts. "Oh, that's it, baby," he says and
then with a roar he's coming inside me, oh god, I can't take it, I
can't, it's all too much.

The
intense feelings start to ebb away and I desperately want to hold me
husband.

"The
- the tinsel," I say, and he tears it away so that my hands are
free. As he pulls out of me I can feel his come slide out, and I bite
my lip, loving knowing that I made him do that. He kisses me all
over, and then staggers to his feet to grab a towel. Even though he
must be as exhausted as I am, he still takes the time to clean me up
and I smile at him, feeling loved. By the time he gets into the bed
by my side, we're both close to sleep, but we spend a moment looking
at each other.

"You
really want to watch the elves fuck me on video?" I ask, and he
nods.

"More
than anything. Do you want to do it?"

I
bite my lip, but I nod. We've never been shy with each other, and I'm
not about to start now. "Yes. I really do."

"This
is going to be a wonderful Christmas," he says, giving me a
goodnight kiss, and as he flicks out the lights I grin in the
darkness.

It
really, really is.

CHAPTER TWO

I
don't think it would surprise anyone if I say that I'm really, really
looking forward to this Christmas Eve.

It
starts off like any other. Nick makes yet another round of checks,
and then he eats a good breakfast, made my yours truly. Then he and
the elves start to load the sleigh and upload the list of children to
Nick's tablet. We got high tech a few years ago, and Nick declared it
a Christmas miracle, saying it was the best Christmas yet.

I
watch the proceedings with a new interest, paying especial attention
to the elves.

These
are the elves that have helped us for years. One of them, their
leader, has been with Nick since before we even met. His name is
Tenar, and he's the tallest of them all, taller even than Nick. His
long blond hair falls past his waist and his eyes gleam like silver.
He's gorgeous.

Pyatt
and Ryatt - Py and Ry - are the youngest – though since they're
elves they're still about two hundred years old for all that they
look about eighteen. They're twins and they're identically gorgeous.
They're much shorter than Tenar, around my height, with shoulder
length black hair, pouty lips, and slender, graceful bodies that I
really want to see naked.

Around
the other side of the sleigh are Mabb and Fen.

Mabb's
part fairy and his skin shimmers, opalescent, like he's covered in
glitter. His hair is candyfloss pink and his eyes are magenta. He's
even more unusual looking that the rest of them.

Fen
is a wood elf, with like brown skin and darker brown curls on his
head and probably under his trousers too. His eyes are green like
Nick's, but a much deeper shade, and when you look into them it's
like looking into the heart of the forest.

I
don't know which of them I want first. Or most.

I
wonder if Nick's told them what he wants of them, or if I'm supposed
to seduce them somehow. I hope not. Despite the spell that gives me
longevity, I'm only human, and there's nothing that's special enough
about me to interest these incredible beings.

"You're
ready to go," Tenar says after their final checks, and hands the
tablet over to Nick. Nick nods, and then smiles at them all.

"Thank
you, all of you. You've been a great help, as you always have. I have
something very special for you as a thank you: a night with my wife."

There's
a moment of silence and stillness, and then all of them turn to me.
I'm surprised by their expressions. It looks like they might want me
after all. Fen looks merely curious, but the twins are grinning
widely, hungrily. Tenar has a small smile, which is all you ever get
from him, and Mabb's eyes are bright with desire.

"This
is a mighty gift you're giving to us," Tenar tells the both of
us, and Nick nods.

"You
deserve it. For tonight, until I return home, she will pleasure you -
and you will pleasure her. I want it recorded, so that I can watch
it."

Tenar
nods. "Wise, Nick. As always."

"As
always," Nick agrees, and comes over to me. He takes both of my
hands in his. "You still want to go ahead with this?"