My Secret Santa's Secret Baby

“Thank you,” I said, not sure what else to say.

He kissed me sweetly on the cheek and I got out. The plan was for me to wait awhile until he could go in first, getting there right on time. Then I would go in, as per the usual flow of things.

At the appointed time, I strode through the lobby and signed in at the desk. The third signature of the day after Inga and Simon. Looked like she did leave after all. At least far enough to sign the book.

Placing the first gift n the desk of my co-worker. I hurried to my own cubicle, wondering what mine could be. It would be awhile until I could find out. The note attached specifically instructing me not to open it until I got home. He would meet me there.Chapter Twenty - SkyeHe looked a fine figure. Tall, tailored and handsome, stood on the bottom step of the stoop, like a gentleman caller in an old movie. He was even wearing a fedora which was almost too much. Almost but not quite. Simon one of the few men of his generation who knew how to carry it off properly. The entire effect nearly aphrodisiac. True, he could also be said to reserve the sister villain in a Gorey drawing, but I liked to accentuate the positive.

Words were very unnecessary, they could only do harm. A kiss was all we needed. A small, closed-mouth smooch, Simon leaning down and me getting on my tip-toes. His hand on my cheek as I held onto booth of his shoulders. The connection between us strong as it was palpable. I knew I loved him, but was still trying to figure out what to make of that fact. From what I’d heard my entire life, my stomach should feel like it was in knots. Except there was not a tangle to be told. If anything being with Simon calmed me down and helped me feel at peace. The feeling I got wen he would play with me as close as I’d ever gotten to a state of zen. It really let me let go of my physical existence and experience things on a different level. Wrapping his arm snugly around me, we scaled the few steps to the front door and I let us into.

The door had barely closed when my coat came off. Simon was getting faster. His was already hung up at that point, and he’d already started on my boots, pulling off my socks as well, stroking the the feeling back into my nearly numb feet.

“Poor baby,” he mused as he stroked.

Properly dewinterized, Simon took the gift, still sticking out of my coat pocket, and led me over to the couch.

Simon watched as I opened the most recent gift, my hands shaking only slightly and even then it was mostly the residual cold. I let out a gasp when I saw what was in the box.

“Do you know what it is?” he asked.

I could only nod, shocked and thrilled beyond the power of speech. Maybe I should have expected, but I just didn’t.

“Do want me want me to use it on you?”

“Yes, master.”

“Great, let’s get your clothes off, okay?”

I nodded and mostly just lay still as Simon slowly stripped me. Putting in little caresses and kisses on my bare skin as it appeared. When he was done I was completely starkers and trembling with anticipation. Simon was super sweet, stroking me and kissing me, helping me to relax.

When I was ready, Simon took the vibrator out of the box, gently pushing my legs open with the other, netting very little resistance. Putting his arm around me and holding me close, Simon touched the buzzing toy to my tender pussy, making me jump and moan from the lightest contact. Simon coaxed me and got my legs open again, that time managing to stroke the buzzing tip all along my pussy lips. Up and down making me feel amazing. Particularly when he would spiral it right on my clit.

Eventually, he worked the tip inside me and started working it in and out. By then I was completely gone. Eyes closed, head back, away on another plane of reality. Hew as teaching me so much and I loved him for it, knowing I could never truly repay him.

I could feel myself getting close to coming. Simon could too because he suddenly stopped, slipping the vibrator from inside me. I cried out and reached for the vibrator, The slap resounded through the room as he smacked my hand away.

“No,” he said sharply, “you have to learn how to control your orgasms.”

“Yes, master,” I said, unable to meet his eyes, my face burning with shame.

“Do you think you should be punished?”

“Yes, master.”

I tensed, waiting for the strike. Instead, Simon stroked my cheek, making me look at him.