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  Wearing the collar, which she’d determined was the true nature of the gold and silver links, would signal an interest in exploring a part of her nature she’d wondered about. An interest in erotic tales of submission and bondage was a secret she’d only shared with Jodi. Since they’d run across the first story as teenagers, Elf and her best friend had discussed and run through what-if scenarios. Fantasies of submitting, being bound while a lover’s attentions were solely focused on arousing every part of her body, had titillated Elf’s mind for years. Finding a man to instill the desire to give way to her fantasies had been the difficult part.

  However, this, she thought as her fingers stroked the cool metal, was different. The man who’d left this was intent upon exploring all manner of arousing her. Satisfaction, both hers and his, was his goal. Pushing past any barriers she’d try to erect would be part of the plan. Relinquishing control to him was only the first step. Wearing the collar would be a visual acknowledgment of her surrender.

  What she had to decide was if she was willing to take that step.

  Chapter Four

  The sight of his collar around her slender throat almost had him coming in his jeans. Drawing a deep breath, Dayton focused on keeping his body under control while he listened to Elf read off the day’s schedule. While her eyes were directed at the list in front of her, he allowed his gaze to drift over her purple blouse and black skirt. Black shoes with the sexy spiked heel added height and showed off the length of her sleek legs.

  It was the sight, though, of the gold and silver links around her neck that tested him. She’d fastened it so it hugged the base of her throat with the excess chain dangling down her back. His mind visualized the other chain in place around her waist, and when it began to drift into images of the black beaded chain, he forced himself to focus on her voice.

  The next surprise was hidden in his apartment upstairs. He’d watched her long enough, and knew the best time to deliver it would be at the end of the day. The temptation to leave it on her desk when she left for lunch was there, but he would be away at a meeting so wouldn’t be able to see her reaction. How she responded to this present would solidify the invitation the collar at her throat had extended.

  * * * * *

  The second gift was resting on the seat of her chair when she entered her office after changing into her elf costume in the bathroom. Stepping out into the hall, Elf glanced at the empty corridor, not sure if she should expect someone to suddenly spring out and admit they were the gift giver or if the mystery would continue.

  Returning to her office, she carefully approached her desk to examine her newest present. Fingering the collar around her neck, she eased back her chair.

  A wooden chest, the arched lid banded with black leather straps and brass nails, covered the seat of her chair. The clasp and hinges were also made of brass, as was the old fashioned lock hooked through the clasp’s rings. A skeleton key lay on her desk, the note addressed to “My Elf” beneath it.

  Before opening the chest, Elf held the key in her hand, her fingers smoothing over the cool metal as she unfolded the note and read it.

  My Elf,

  When you unlock this chest, you enter into a world of pleasure you have never experienced. Don’t be afraid of the contents, they are merely meant to bind you for my delectation ‑‑ and yours, of course.

  It is for you to decide if you will allow Santa to show you the surprises awaiting you once you have slipped into your gift.

  Only ten days remain between us.

  Santa

  Taking a deep breath, Elf smoothed her green velvet skirt with a damp palm. She lifted the chest by its brass handles onto her desk. It wasn’t overly large or heavy. At a guess, the chest was two and a half feet long, eighteen inches high, and two feet deep.

  The wood was smooth as silk, cool to the touch, and stained to resemble rosewood. The leather and brass accents gave it the look of a pirate chest.

  The thought stirred memories of fantasies she’d entertained as a teenager of being swept off by a dangerous pirate captain. Now, those same fantasies zipped through her mind, but the face of the pirate captain was tantalizingly familiar. As was his distinctive silver gray hair.

  Shaking away the images, Elf fit the key into the lock, turned it, set the lock aside, and eased the lid up.

  A great deal of attention had been paid to the interior of the chest, as well as the exterior. The scent of cedar drifted into the air from the sanded wood lining the top and sides of the chest. A tray with sectioned areas, made of the fragrant wood but padded and lined with rich, royal blue satin, fit across the top. Each of the five compartments of the tray was empty. Pulling it out, Elf set it aside to examine the box tucked into one of the four partitioned areas of cushioned blue satin along the bottom of the chest.

  Made of the same wood as the exterior of the chest, it had no leather and brass accents, and no lock clasp. A simple brass hook held it closed.

  The breath she’d been holding since touching her gift left her in an aroused sigh as she opened the second box. On a bed of blue satin lay matching hammered silver bracelets.

  * * * * *

  He knew she would figure it out. His Elf was a stickler for details. Perhaps he should have waited and made the chest and its contents a later gift, but leaving her unaware of who wanted her grated on his sense of fair play. The clue had been as inconspicuous as possible. If she found it, fine, if not it merely meant extending her curiosity another few days.

  Knowing her as he did, Dayton had been sure she would find his hint. Her sharp eyes would have narrowed in on his initials carved into the locks of the cuffs within moments of looking at them. And he was right.

  She stood in his doorway, the cuffs in her hands, wearing her green elf costume. “You?” Her voice was part question, part surprise, matching the look of confusion on her face.

  Dayton nodded, leaning against his desk, legs crossed at the ankles, hands loosely curled over the rosewood he’d taken hours to polish.

  “Why?” Elf came farther into the room. The door closed soundlessly behind her.

  “Why else?” He replied, his eyes drifting over the green velvet. The familiar response of his body didn’t surprise him as he admired the length of leg her above-the-knee skirt and flesh-toned stockings revealed.

  Disbelief creased her brow and narrowed her eyes as she stopped in front of him. “I don’t understand…”

  Rising, Dayton towered over her. Her gaze never left his, the green eyes curious, but unafraid. “I’ve wanted to fuck you for three years, Elf.” He saw her eyes widened at his blunt confession. When she didn’t voice a protest he continued. “Every inch of this office has had you knelt on, bent over, or spread across it in one fantasy or another of mine, and I’m tired of denying it.”

  “But…”

  “No buts, Elf. If you don’t want me in the same way, we’ll go back to the way things have been and I’ll not bother you again,” Dayton assured her. Although inside he was sure he’d die of a permanent hard-on if she didn’t return at least a small measure of his attraction.

  He’d tried working up an interest in other women, and though he could stir himself enough to perform, the moment his cock slid inside them, his mind would replace his partner’s face with Elf’s. It had become too much of a chore to keep from calling her name when he came, so he stopped trying. His hand never cared whose name he called and it wasn’t as if eighteen months of celibacy was new to him ‑‑ he’d gone longer without sex before.

  Lost in his own thoughts, Dayton almost missed Elf’s soft reply.

  “It’s not that…” she started, her eyes shifting away from his.

  Dayton felt his heart begin to race. Stepping closer to Elf, he gently lifted her chin with the fingertips of his left hand. “What?”

  Her eyes seemed to search his face. He wasn’t sure she would find reassurance there since habit kept it neutral.

  “I’m not sure what you want,” she told him.

>   He read the confusion and worry in her eyes, but wasn’t sure he could appease them. There was nothing flowery or romantic about his needs. Or the proposal he was going to make. “Sex,” he offered bluntly.

  “Yes, I know that, but” ‑‑ she lifted the bracelets closer so he could see the loop of chain dangling from each, as well as the locking mechanisms allowing them to be fastened closed ‑‑ “these connote another element entirely.”

  His dark blue eyes drifted over her face, looking for any clue as to her feelings about the subtle hint his gift represented. Hedging her question, he asked one of his own. “Do they frighten you?”

  Elf appeared to think about it. Her head tilted to the side. She drew the silver bands closer to her breasts before her head moved to indicate denial. “I don’t think they do, Dayton. It makes me nervous, jumpy inside, if I dwell too long on the idea, but, no, I’m not frightened.”

  “And if I were to use the word ‘bondage’?”

  Her breath paused then resumed, just a bit more rapid than before.

  He watched the rise and fall of her breasts. When she shook her head again, he added, “What about ‘domination’?”

  Before she answered with a soft, “No,” he noticed another flutter of the pulse at the base of her throat.

  Dayton felt his cock swell with anticipation and his heart thrummed with excitement. Slipping his hands over hers, he eased the cuffs from her grip. Intentionally stroking his fingers over her full breasts, he reveled in the feel of her peaked nipples pressing against the velvet dress.

  Keeping his eyes on hers, Dayton eased first one cuff, then the second, beneath the white, fuzzy trim, and over Elf’s wrists and locked them. He’d designed the gift so the raised starburst on his signet ring would slide the locking mechanism into place, “How about ‘submission’?”

  When her eyes never wavered from his and she held her hands up and still for him to secure the bracelets, Dayton’s excitement grew. He could read the anticipation in her eyes. The scent of her arousal drifted to his nostrils.

  The slow shake of her head spurred him on to test her further. Moving to stand behind her, Dayton eased her arms around until they rested in the small of her back. Leaning down, he pressed against her, ensuring the firm length of his penis straining against the fly of his jeans rested squarely in the palms of her hands. His lips whispered over the pulse fluttering beneath her ear as his fingers found the special links in the bracelets’ chains. A slide and a twist, and the chains were intertwined, leaving Elf’s wrists secured behind her back.

  “Shall I tell you one of my favorite fantasies, Elf?” Dayton cupped one of his hands over hers, pressing her fingers around his aroused cock while his other hand gently turned her chin, so he could once again meet her gaze.

  Her emerald orbs were wide, the pupils dilated so the green was a thin rim around the black centers. Her arousal was equal to his, and apparent in the rapid rise and fall of her breasts, the swollen nipples clearly visible beneath the velvet, and the caress of her fingers over his flesh.

  He moved his touch from her hands to her lips, tracing the rose-hued flesh. “We’re in my apartment.” His lips slid over hers, sipping at the tiny puffs of breath escaping them. “My bedroom. Naked. You’re such a pretty sight.” He moved his hands to the round, white buttons closing her costume, easing them open and baring her breasts to his touch. “Lying there, ready for me. Bound hand and foot to my bed.” He easily slipped the front catch of her bra open and freed her breasts to his touch. “These pretty, round tits,” he continued as he squeezed gently, fingertips stroking the hard peaks, plucking at them, “all slick with sweat and flushed from fucking.”

  Elf’s grip on his cock tightened at his description, halting him momentarily. “You like that, huh?” His soft chuckle whispered through the quiet office. “In my fantasy, Elf, my cock has been marking your hot little pussy for hours and it just can’t get enough.” His lips moved to cover hers, using the tip of his tongue to dampen her bottom lip before trapping it between his teeth for a quick nibble.

  At her gasp and a second stroke of her fingers over his swollen length, Dayton drew back and centered his teeth’s attention on the lobe of Elf’s right ear. One hand abandoned its teasing of her nipples to slip beneath the hem of her skirt. “Mmmmm. You do taste sweet, Elf, and your fingers are distracting me from my story.

  “Like I was saying, your pretty little tits are all pink and wet, like your pussy lips,” Dayton’s fingers discovered the moisture soaking her panties just before dipping beneath the edge to tease the very flesh he’d described. Teasing her clit, he eased between puffy labia to gather the juices slipping from her vagina to better lubricate the stiff bundle of nerves. “But it’s your mouth that has all my attention. Open and gasping, I just can’t ignore your need, and mine, to slide my cock inside. Press my tool so deep it feels like you’ve swallowed me whole just before you start sucking.

  “So I do.” His fingers abandoned the stiff peak of her breast to delicately trace Elf’s lips, half-open as she gasped for air. “These pretty little lips stretch around my dick and your quick tongue strokes me long and slow. I like to picture you being able to take all of me. Picture you swallowing every inch as I fuck your mouth.” The stroke of his fingers had her hips rolling forward, begging for just a little bit of pressure to send her building climax spiraling into completion. Dayton held back and continued to describe the erotic scene he’d envisioned innumerable times over the last three years. Sliding his index finger over her lips, he slipped it inside her, imitating the motions of sex.

  “I thrust and thrust, loving the hot, wet cave of your mouth as you swallow and suck and lick my cock. Then…” His fingers paused in their stroking of her clit, drawing an involuntary moan from Elf, while he fought to still the response building in his chest as her lips clamped down on his finger and her tongue stroked the calloused digit.

  The suckling of her lips and the caress of her tongue on his finger shot sensations down his arm to the aroused flesh she gripped in her bound hands. Dayton could hear the need in his own voice as he continued. “When I’m about to pull out so I don’t come in your mouth, you use your teeth to keep me inside.” Reluctantly, he pulled his finger from her mouth, allowing the wet digit to slide over her chin and back to her breast. His lips brushed hers as he finished his fantasy. “And I climax, filling your mouth, shooting down your throat.” Between her thighs, his finger applied just the right amount of friction and the tight spring of arousal broke inside Elf.

  Her eyes squeezed shut and he smiled against her lips, enjoying her orgasm nearly as much as she had. Plucking her nipples, Dayton pressed his arousal against her bound hands and she caressed him. “Do you want that, Elf, taking my cock down your throat?”

  Her grip on his body tightened.

  A low chuckle rumbled from his chest as he eased around Elf, and stepped toward the sofa. Sliding the extra links of the collar from the back of her neck to the front, he tugged lightly on them, drawing her with him, and growled, “God, the thought of fucking that sweet little mouth…” Dropping onto the sofa he pulled her between his thighs.

  Slipping his fingers beneath her skirt to fondle the wet flesh of her pussy, he leaned forward, teasing Elf’s lips with a soft kiss, his tongue dipping inside for a taste. Between her thighs his fingers circled the tight channel, still wet and dripping from climax. Keeping his lips against hers, tasting the sweet interior of her mouth, he smiled against her lips when he slipped one blunt-tipped digit into her vagina. “So wet and tight and ready,” he whispered, “but I’m not ready to fill this pussy yet, Elf. Ten more days, but I’m so hard. Will you let me? Let me fuck these pretty lips?” He traced her lips with his tongue, his eyes holding hers captive.

  Breathless, her body flushed from orgasm and the fulfillment of her own fantasy, Elf didn’t hesitate. She nodded. The pressure of his finger slipped away, drawing an involuntary moan from her. Stroking the damp flesh as he eased her back and to her knees
between his thighs, she saw Dayton smile. His deep blue eyes glistening, he assured her, “I’ll take care of you, My Elf.”

  Keeping his gaze locked on hers, Elf watched him ease the buttons open on his jeans. Lifting his hips, he adjusted his clothing to release his aroused flesh. She eyed the firm length, feeling her pussy spasm at the idea of the thick cock filling her. Flushed nearly purple, the broad plum-shaped head appeared to be the same size as her palm. A small part of her noted how different an aroused penis looked when viewed in person rather than in a video or magazine. Elf leaned forward to first caress his length with her cheek. The heat and scent of his skin sent excitement washing through her belly. Growing more curious, Elf slid down to lick the base of his shaft before working her way up to the broad swollen crest. Dayton’s intense focus on her every move felt almost physical.

  As she caressed him, she could feel him pulling her hair loose from the elegant roll at the base of her neck.

  Dayton wove the fingers of one hand through her hair while the other guided his cock to her lips, “Take it in, Elf. Suck it, baby.”

  Tentatively, Elf licked the broad crest, surprised at the warm, tangy taste. The pulsing vein underneath drew her attention. Taking her time, enjoying the tortured groan slipping from her employer’s lips, Elf stroked the silky skin of his penis. Marveling at the firmness hidden beneath the thin layer of skin, Elf explored the shaft from tip to base and back.

  A warning growl erupted from Dayton at her continued teasing. The press of his cock against her lips increased. The broad tip pushed past lips and teeth filling her mouth with his flavor. Their combined groans echoed in the room.

  Elf’s focus narrowed, her eyes closed, as she savored the tastes, the textures filling her mouth. Stroking over Dayton’s firm flesh as it advanced further, she could hear him speaking but the words made little sense to her. Suckling and caressing his cock, she licked at the underside of the tip and rubbed her tongue along the thick vein throbbing along its base.