My Secret Santa's Secret Baby

“Do they ever get miffed?” Skye asked.

“Who?”

“The authors, needing to do a new submission every time. It must get pretty nerve wracking not knowing.”

“I suppose a bit. We’ve had some trouble with the newer authors, but they tend to get over it. The older more established ones don’t seem to mind. I figure they get what we’re doing and know they’ll be fine as long as they keep up the same standard. We’ve never lost one yet nor have we had a major flop.”

“Yeah, I head, that’s really impressive.”

“What else did you hear?” I asked, genuinely curious.

“Not much. Just that you do things a bit differently but have never lost the company money. Also, you’re a bit mysterious. I mean, I can see why, you stay in your office most of the time and don’t even have a picture on your company profile.”

I honestly could have laughed. I’d been called a lot of things but never mysterious. At least not to my face.

“Anything else?”

“Like what?” Skye asked.

“Like my proclivities in certain areas?”

“No,” she said blushing.

“But you know right? You know I’m a dom into power exchange. Bondage, spanking all that stuff.”

“I-I guessed.”

“And yet you let me in.”

“Of course, it’s not like you’re a vampire and I - ”

She looked down before she could finish. Clearly ashamed of what she was about to say but I wanted to her it.

“And what?” I pressed.

“I like it,” she whispered.

“Again,” I said, making her look at me, so I could read her eyes.

“I like it, sir.”

She took my thumb in her mouth and started to gently suck on it. Her beautiful, hopeful eyes on mine. I should have slapped her for not asking permission but it would have been like kicking a puppy. She was so earnest and trying to prove her self I decided to let it go.

“Strip,” I ordered.

“Yes, sir. All the way?”

“Yes.”

Skye obeyed me, pulling off her t-shirt and then taking down her jeans. She had a bit of trouble with the top part of the lingerie but managed to figure it out, brining her magnificent tits into view. It was a struggle not to lung at her and start sucking them. I needed to let her take her own time.

There was moment’s pause before she took off the panties, but she managed. Putting a hand over her pussy as she got back on the couch, taking up the middle cushion, so she was right next to me. I took a last sip of wine before putting it on the coffee table with hers.

I cupped her cheek and ran my hand down her neck, over her chest to her left tit. She gasped as I started to play with her. A small sound of pleasure, followed by warm hums as I worked her nipple, soon getting my other hand involved, so I was working both tits at once. I leaned in and kissed her neck, remembering how much she’d liked it when I did it before. It was my second instance of indiscretion with her in one day. There was no telling how far it might go if I wasn’t careful.

Laying her on her back, I followed the same path as my hand, licking my way down her neck and over her chest. Only in that case, I kept going down between her tits to her belly. Skye seemed to know where I was going and opened her legs wider for me, removing the protective hand from her pussy. I couldn’t see it yet, still only to her naval, circling my tongue around her belly button, making her moan, but I could smell it. Sweet and fresh.

After what seemed like an eternity I finally made it down to her pussy. I paused a second just to take it all in. It was honesty the most gloriously exquisite thing I’d ever seen and I did a Fine Arts degree. Taking her hands, I crossed them at the wrist and wrapped my left hand around them, fitting easily. She was completely at my mercy. Skye let out a contented sigh, letting me know she really did like it. Placing my other hand on her pelvis and pulling up very gently, gaining easier access to her clit, I lowered my head, as though to pray, I took my first long, lingering lick. The tone of her first sweet gasp flowing the path of my tongue like a slide-whistle.

I gave her several more similar licks, building her gasp up to a full throated moan. When she seemed ready, I started in on her clit, using every tick I’d learned over the years. I had to push down on her pelvis a bit to keep her hips from bucking as she went crazy with pleasure. It was amazing how good she tasted. Like that really light powdered candy that came on candy bracelets. Gently sweet with a bit of tang. I savored every taste as I licked her to an ecstatic oblivion, her sexy young body vibrating beneath me until she nearly exploded with orgasm.