DISCLAIMER: Shocking I know, but the franchise still belongs to SM…I've just borrowed a few of her characters to bend and shape to my will…

A/N: Howdy ya'll! I wrote this little one shot yesterday in response to a challenge to write a Christmassy Smutty o/s in one day…the contest is being hosted by the girls at TwInspirations Gifts (check them out on FB at www . facebook . com / twinspirationgifts )…they make some awesome handmade Twilight knick knacks (bracelets, bookmarks, etc).

Special thanks to Mid Night Cougar for stepping in as beta on this…


I'd just sat down to take a breather after cleaning up the latest batch of mixing bowls and spoons when the oven timer started beeping. With a groan, I pulled myself back up and ran into the kitchen to pull the tray of cookies out before they could burn.

Carefully using the spatula to move the cookies from the hot pan onto the cooling racks, I looked around my kitchen. Every surface was lined with fresh baked Holiday goods…cupcakes, mini loaves of breads, assorted cookies.

I was exhausted but satisfied.

This was my first Christmas alone and I had resigned myself to close the blinds, lock the door and just hide myself away until the madness passed. I didn't want to try to 'get in the spirit' and pretend to be happy when I wasn't. I had nothing to celebrate, as my life had steadily crumbled around me this year.

I'd lost Charlie, my dad, this past spring when he'd gone fishing alone. He'd had one too many doses of his Vitamin R, dozed off and fell out of his boat…and drowned.

Then, my hair-brained mother, Renee, had decided she wanted to try skydiving this summer…she didn't pull the ripcord in time.

I'd come back to start my final year of college to discover that my high school sweetheart, Jasper, and my so called best friend, Alice, had gotten rather cozy while I'd been gone for the summer. 'Cozy' is putting it politely. In truth, I walked into our apartment, a day earlier than planned, as a surprise for Jasper, to the screams of 'yeehaw' and 'ride 'em cowgirl'; I didn't think there was enough brain bleach on the planet to rid me of those vile images.

Jasper on all fours, clad in his favorite cowboy boots and Stetson, a makeshift bridle in his mouth with reins that were held in Alice's tiny hands as she knelt behind him, plowing him with a strap on.

After that display, it was safe to say that both of those relationships were over, leaving me completely alone.

I'd gone through the fall in a closed off daze. Managing to stay afloat in my classes and working at the school library to supplement my tuition. Evenings were spent doing homework or zoning out on tv. Each morning it was a chore just to get up and start the mundane over again.

The campus had closed down two days ago for the Holiday. As I trudged through the snow, cautiously making my way from the library around the corner to my small apartment (I'd moved after the cowgirl event), I had stumbled over a small girl who was curled up sleeping next to her mom's feet…in the snow.

She'd blinked sleepily at me and then apologized for being in the way.

I'd gone home and as I ate my shrimp ramen I couldn't get the sight out of my head. That was when inspiration struck as I realized I wasn't the only one alone out there…and that I was better off than most. At least I had a warm place to sleep and food to eat.

I'd spent the rest of the evening pouring over cookbooks and writing a grocery list. First thing in the morning, I'd gone down to the store and loaded up my cart with flour, sugar, eggs, sprinkles, nuts, and all manner of baking ingredients. That afternoon I'd begun baking.

I hadn't been to sleep since I started and I had just now finished the last batch of the last recipe.

What was I doing? Simple, I knew I couldn't take everyone in, but I could make sure the local food shelter had an abundance of homemade goodies to pass out on Christmas Eve. Just a small gesture that might give someone hope that there was still goodness in the world.

Glancing at the clock, I noted that it was 4:30 in the morning…December 24th. The numbers were blurry as I tried to focus on them and I knew I needed to go lie down…just for a couple of hours while the cookies finished cooling.

I was asleep before my head hit the pillow.


Several hours later I opened my sleep crusted eyes to find my cheek in a puddle of drool. Nice. I stretched and yawned loudly, my body aching everywhere from my marathon baking session. I stood up and padded into the bathroom where I stripped out my flour coated sweats and tee and climbed into the shower.

As the hot water cascaded over me, I felt my muscles slowly loosen as I gradually woke up. I recovered enough energy to get my hair and body washed, shave my legs, run the toothbrush that I kept in the shower caddy over my teeth and then got out.

With my hair pulled up into a messy bun, I moved to my closet with my towel wrapped around me to try to decide what to pull on that would be festive enough to go deliver my goodies. Digging around in my underwear drawer, I realized that I needed to do laundry. The only clean matching set I found was the prank lingerie Alice had gotten me last year…when we'd still been friends.

Holding the red satin, trimmed in tiny lights that actually blinked if you pressed the bow between the cups of the bra (or on the side of the panties), I felt the despair of my past year start to sink back in. I quickly shook my head and decided I would wear the festive set …that I could be stronger than the sniveling mess I'd become.

I pulled on the lingerie and stood in front of my mirror as I activated the lights…and burst out laughing. It was actually kind of sexy, in a weird way. It would probably make more of an impact if I'd actually had boobs, my B cups barely a handful. Jasper had offered to pay for a boob job several times for me…guess that should have been my first hint that I wasn't good enough for him. Alice had natural C cups that just weren't fair on someone as tiny as her.

Stop that shit right now Bella Swan. They are your past…what they think should not matter. Now get your ass dressed and go make some kids smile!

I turned the lights back off and went rummaging through my clothes. I settled on a pair of emerald green leggings and a fluffy white sweater dress with an off the shoulder collar. Normally I didn't like my underwear showing, but figured the splash of red along with the green and white was appropriate. I also dug out my red leather knee high boots that had been an impulse purchase a few years back. They had a chunky low heel so I would be safe walking in them and they finished the outfit off perfectly.

Moving back to my kitchen, which smelled delicious, I grabbed several green and red baskets I'd picked up at the dollar store. I laid them out on my dinner table and lined them with the seasonal print saran wrap and proceeded to load them up with the goodies, making sure each basket had an assortment of everything. I finished them off by gathering the edges of the wrap and bringing it up to the center where I put a twisty tie on it to keep them sealed while I drove.

Looking at them, I decided the ties were to plain, so with a heavy sigh I went to the closet where the little bit of Christmas wrapping I had was stored. I pulled out the spools of ribbon and brought them back to the table where I finished the baskets off with pretty ribbon bows.

It took several trips, and a couple of skids on the ice, to get all the baskets loaded into my car, but I was finally on my way to the shelter at about three in the afternoon.

I found a parking spot near the door, grabbed one of the baskets from the passenger side and made my way inside. I was dumbfounded by the sight before me. The area was packed with people, the number of children staggering.

"Hello, can I help you?" a soft voice asked to my left, drawing my attention away from the forlorn looks on the children's faces.

"Uh, yeah, hi…I'm Bella and I wanted to make a donation?" I said, my words coming out more as a question.

"Well, isn't that thoughtful. I'm Angela and we'd be happy to accept whatever you've brought…seems we have a full house tonight," she said, nodding towards the room.

I smiled at her, feeling even better about my decision now that I was seeing the recipients of my 'gift.' "It's not much, really. I've just spent the last day baking some goodies to share," I said as I lifted the basket on my arm towards her.

"How sweet!" she chirped, taking the basket from me. She peeked through the saran wrap and commented on how good it looked. "We'll let the younger ones have first dibs on the basket."

I realized she thought that was it and laughed. "Oh…I have about two dozen baskets out in my car along with several boxes of cocoa mix…if someone could help me carry them in, that'd be great…"

At my declaration her eyes widened and I got to see her real smile as she realized I'd baked enough for an army of people. "Absolutely, Bella. Thank you so much…you have no idea what this will mean, especially tonight. Let me go put this in the kitchen and gather some folks, I'll be right back," she said cheerily as she walked away, leaving me to look over the room again.

As my eyes scanned over the huddles of bodies, I noticed a lone man in the corner. He sat so that his back was against the wall, his worn jean covered legs stretched out in front of him. He had a threadbare long sleeve black shirt on and what looked to be a handmade gold and black scarf wrapped around his neck. I couldn't see his face as he was looking down at the tattered book in his hands while he read. I couldn't quite make out the color of his messy hair in the shadowed corner.

I was still looking at him, silently willing him to look up at me for some reason, when Angela returned.

Just as I turned to give her my attention, he looked up and smirked while he blatantly ran his eyes up and down my body. My breath caught in my throat at his feral beauty. Something in the way he was looking at me made me feel like I was on the menu and I shuddered, feeling my panties dampen. His eyes crinkled when he laughed.

"Bella, this is Ben and Eric, if you'll just show them where your car is, they'll bring everything in," Angela said, capturing my attention.

"Yeah, sure…" I mumbled, my eyes cutting back to the corner where I found him still staring at me. I suddenly felt a little silly in my outfit.

I led them out to my car and unlocked the doors so they could load up baskets. As they headed in, I went to the trunk to retrieve the bags of cocoa. I was leaning into the trunk, stretching to reach the bag that had shifted to the back when a rich male voice startled me, causing me to lose my footing and actually fall forward into the trunk, leaving my ass on display as my legs kicked wildly.

"May I…" he laughed loudly and the sound reverberated around me, caressing me. "Oh dear, let me give you a hand," he said as I felt his hands close on my hips, but not before he faintly ran his hands over my ass. He had a British accent and his hands left a searing heat where they touched me…fuck me. Would it be wrong to take one of the strays home with me?

With his help, I managed to get my feet on the ground and remove myself from the trunk, the cocoa bag in hand. As I up righted myself, I had a pleased smile on my face while I shifted to thank my would be savior. It was the man from the corner…and he was smirking at me again.

I felt my chest and cheeks heat up as the embarrassment washed over me that it had been him to witness my flailing.

"Thank you," I whispered.

"You're blinking?" he stated, an air of confusion in his tone. Huh?

I glanced down at myself to see what he was talking about and realized that in my stumble I must have bumped the button on my bra…the exposed shoulder strap was indeed flashing along with all of the trim work on the bra, which was now clearly outlined through my white sweater.

"Shit!" I cursed under my breath as I stuck my hand down my top without thinking to locate the button. I withdrew my hand and looked up. In the sunlight, I could see that his hair was a reddish brown, sparkling as the snow settled on it. His eyes were a dark green that matched my leggings. "Yeah, uh, that wasn't supposed to happen," I giggled sheepishly.

He licked his lips slowly as he leaned into me, his hand grasping my elbow and sliding down my forearm to catch the bag in my hand, leaving a fiery trail in its wake. He pressed his mouth to my ear and I felt his warm breath as he purred into my ear, "It's very festive…I like it…though I'd love to see all of the light show."

I was left speechless as he kissed my cheek and walked away with the cocoa.

The next few hours passed by in a blur as we handed out cocoa and cookies. The parents whispered teary thank yous to me as I watched the forlorn looks from earlier transform into happy crumb covered smiles on the children.

I got on well with Angela, Ben and Eric and seemed hyperaware whenever the Brit, as I'd taken to calling him in my head, was near. He kept coming up to the serving table to retrieve treats to be delivered out amongst the room, but he never kept any for himself.

It was getting darker and the light flurries from earlier had thickened as the forecasted snow storm moved in on us. I knew I needed to get going or I was going to end up stranded there. They didn't have enough beds as it was so I didn't want to impose.

I gave light hugs to my new friends and collected my purse and keys from Angela's office where I had stored them. I had stepped through the door and was judging the best path to my car when I felt heat at my back and a gentle hand cupped my elbow.

"Allow me to walk you to your car miss?" he said quietly at my ear.

I shifted my head to confirm what I already knew…it was the Brit…once again wreaking havoc on my already ruined panties. I needed to get home…to my toys…as soon as possible. I'd been spun tighter than a windup doll all day because of him and was in jeopardy of combusting soon.

I nodded and together we walked the short distance to my car.

"Well, this is me," I said lamely with a slight smile as I unlocked the car and threw my purse into the passenger seat. I turned back around to thank him just as he placed his hands on the roof edge of my car, caging me between his arms.

He leaned forward and trailed his nose along my cheek towards my ear. Seems he had a thing for whispering in it. "Would you object to me following you in my car…to be sure you get home safe, as the roads have gotten perilous?"

His car?

I was certain the confusion showed on my face. "You have a car? But, aren't you a…" I fumbled to find an inoffensive word, "guest here?" I finally settled on.

He chuckled darkly. "No, I'm not a guest here. I'm their onsite physician, Edward Cullen…" he explained.

"You're a doctor?" I asked dumbly, my hand gesturing towards his shabby clothes.

He laughed again. "Yes, you'll have to excuse my attire. I've found it's easier to earn their trust when I blend in more," he offered. "So, will you allow me to see you safely home?"

My head was reeling right along with my body. "But, shouldn't you stay here…to look after them? I mean, I wouldn't want you to risk getting stuck out in this messy weather and, well, you didn't get any of the cookies!" I was trying to be reasonable. I'd just barely met him and should not be allowing him to come back to my apartment.

He's just offering to see you home…he hasn't invited himself over for the night! But, he might be persuaded to stay…

I groaned as I wrestled with my inner voice. I wanted him to come home with me. I wanted at least one night to forget. I couldn't deny how alive I felt in his presence.

His lips pursed in thought for a moment. "What's your name?" he blurted out.


"Well, Bella, I doubt anymore 'guests' will be arriving tonight and I've seen to everyone that needed my attention. Now, let me ask you this. When was the last time you let someone take care of you?" he queried intuitively.

I opened my mouth to answer and promptly closed it again as I realized I didn't know the answer to that innate question. I shifted my eyes down toward the snow covered ground, as I knew a myriad of emotions would be flitting across my face.

He smirked. "That's what I thought. Please, Bella, let me see to your needs now…" he said seductively, his voice lowering.

"What the hell…sure, I would appreciate the escort…though I'm not far, just over by the University."

I gasped as his cold hand slid into my top and fumbled between my boobs. He was smiling as he slipped his hand back out. "There…now you can light the way for me, and I'm sure you've got some extra cookies at your place," he whispered as he placed a soft kiss on my lips and went to the driver side of the car parked next to me, a shiny silver Volvo.

Should I have been shocked by the audacity of his move? Yes.

Was I? No.

What I was, was even hornier than I'd ever thought possible. This man was dazzling me at every turn and I was soaking it up.

Somehow I got in the car, buckled up and got it started. I slowly backed out and found myself giggling hysterically as I noticed my blinking bra in the darkness of the car. With a sigh and a shake of my head, I pulled out onto the deserted street and made my way home, his headlights right behind me.

I was shivering as I got out of my car to find him already by my door. Again he took my elbow, and steadied me as we moved into the building.

Now or never Swan…

"Would you like to come in?" I mumbled.

His hand came up to caress my cheek. "I'd love to."

With shaking hands, I found my key and got it into the lock. As the door swung open, we were assaulted with the residual smells of my baking. It was a happy smell and reminded me that I'd done a good thing today.

Maybe I was being rewarded…

He followed me in, closing and locking the door behind him as I gulped. I set my purse down on the side table and slowly turned to him. "So, can I get you anything Edward?" I asked shyly.

He took a predatory step towards me and I moved back, causing him to pause and assess me.

"Tell me, Bella, how did a sexy little elf such as yourself end up walking into my world on a lonely Christmas Eve, and turning it upside down?"

I snorted. "Sexy? I don't think so…"

He stepped forward and I moved back again. "Oh, but I do…so very sexy…" he crooned as he reached out to catch my wrist before I could retreat any further.

His touch once again sent electric shocks through my system and another gush of arousal trickled out of me. He inhaled deeply and leaned forward. "It smells fucking heavenly in here…" he whispered as his mouth captured mine roughly.

He forced his tongue between my lips and I gave myself over to him. He tasted like mint and a something…raw…male. His tongue was velvety smooth against mine as he explored inside my mouth, while his hands moved around to grab my ass with a firm squeeze.

I didn't try to stop him when I felt my sweater being scrunched up and lifted. We finally broke the kiss so he could pull my sweater off.

"Fuck…" he whimpered.

Oh please, say it again! I thought, delighting in the way the word sounded in his accent.

"Fuck?" he said again as my eyes widened when I caught on to the fact that I had voiced that out loud.

"You like my accent do you, love?" he said, letting it deepen, making me whimper and nod my head rapidly. "Do the knickers match?" he smirked.

The man was giving me whiplash.

When I didn't answer, his hands went to my waistband and he peeled my leggings down to my knees, where they got caught on my boots. I managed to press the hidden button on my left hip and the panties started flashing and blinking as well. He let out a gleeful laugh.

"Hmmm…I'm wondering, Bella…have you been naughty or nice this year?"

I melted as 'naughty' rolled off his tongue. I was beginning to think I was going to end up cumming from his sensual accent alone.

He chuckled and shook his head, letting me know that once again I had not kept my thoughts inside my head. Then the smile was replaced with something more primal as a rumble escaped his chest. "Naughty girls deserve to be punished. Do you need to be punished, Bella?" he asked, drawing out my name.

"Please," I squeaked.

In a swift movement, I found myself over his lap as he sat in the middle of my couch and his hand landed on my right cheek. Before I could react, there was a matching sting spreading on my left cheek. I groaned and wiggled against him. I'd never been spanked before and was finding that it was rather enjoyable.

Judging by what's poking you in the stomach, he's enjoying it too…

After delivering a couple more swats to my backside, he paused to yank my panties down before he resumed lavishing my ass with his large hand. He was spreading them out, being sure to cover my entire ass. Each time he made contact, it stung briefly before melting into pleasant warmth that soaked into my skin.

"Shit Bella. The red satin was lovely…but your pale skin, turning bright pink under my firm hand, bloody brilliant," he growled as he smacked me again.

"Fuck!" I shrieked, that last smack hurting more than the others and telling me I'd probably reached my limit on comfort with this.

His hand disappeared and I tensed, expecting another swat. Instead a cool touch, with the hand he hadn't spanked me with, I presumed, was gently running over my heated skin. I sighed and relaxed across his lap.

His hand slid down between my thighs and I felt those cool fingers seeking out my warmth. As he pressed first one finger, then two, inside me, I cried out and attempted to spread my legs but couldn't because of the leggings trapping me. All I ended up doing was grinding shamelessly against his hand.

"My my, Bella, you seem to rather be enjoying your punishment."

"Yes, Sir," I said instinctively and he tensed under me.

"You really shouldn't have said that," he moaned and rolled me over in his lap. He reached down and unzipped my boots, removing them and then pulling my leggings and panties the rest of the way off.

"As much as I like the blinky lights, I want to see you…all of you," he said as he sat me up and had me straddle his thighs. He reached behind me and unclasped my bra, slowly bringing the straps down my arms until the item fell free and my small boobs were bared.

I tried to lift my arms to cover myself but he grabbed my wrists and moved them behind my back, using one hand to hold them there as he brought the other round front and ran a single finger between my boobs, then over to circle a nipple. When it puckered from his faint touch, he leaned forward and swiped his tongue over it before sucking it into his mouth. I dropped my head back and grunted at the sensation.

He released my nipple just to treat the other one the same, again causing a weird choking sound to escape me.

"Bella, do you know what dominance and submission is?" I nodded as my breath caught. I was an avid fanfic reader and those were my favorite kinds of stories.

"Have you ever submitted, Bella?" he asked with sincere curiosity in his voice.

I bit my lip and shook my head.

"I think you'd be a natural," he smiled as he released my hands so that he could pinch and tug on my nipples at the same time, making me buck in his lap. "Yes, definitely a natural," he said in a low voice as his eyes roamed over me.

"Would it frighten you if I told you I was a Dom and that I would love to play with you?"

I looked down at our laps as I thought about his offer. I'd fantasized so many times about being in this very situation and now it was being offered to me. I was already completely naked and kneeling on his lap. I'd survived, no…I'd fucking loved the spanking he'd given me.

Even now, my tender backside pressing against his jeans, while slightly painful, was only reminding me of how good it had felt.

Keeping my eyes lowered, I whispered. "No, Sir…but," I raised my eyes slightly, "can you please go easy on me? I'm not sure what my limits are…"

He placed a finger under my chin and lifted my face to fully look at him. "Are you a virgin?"

I laughed and shook my head. "No! But, um, I've only been with one person…" I cringed as a flash of Jasper and Alice invaded my head.

"What is it Bella?"

"He wasn't very adventurous…with me anyways," I admitted. Luckily, he seemed to get the gist of what had happened from my statement and didn't press.

"Do you want to play?" he asked bluntly, putting it in my hands as to the direction this evening was going to go.

I nodded.

"Tell me, Little Elf," he ordered.

"Please Sir, make me submit to you," I answered, secretly pleased with his pet name for me.

He was silent for a few minutes as he looked at me, his eyes occasionally looking around the room, but always coming back to me.

"Very well. We'll go slow tonight, just some basics. If you enjoy what we do, perhaps this will be the start of a beautiful partnership," he said as he smiled tenderly at me. "You're already calling me Sir, so I assume you know something about the lifestyle…safe words and such?"

I nodded again.

"Good. Normally, I do like my subs to remain quiet unless given permission to speak, but for tonight, I want you to be vocal so I can keep track of you. Also, as you know, a Dom usually owns your orgasms, but for this first time, you may cum as you please."

His words were spinning me up again. He was going to let me at least have a taste of what I'd desired for so long and had even mentioned the possibility of us continuing in the future. I had no doubts that I would enjoy everything he did to me.

"Thank you, Sir," I answered confidently, the 'Sir' feeling completely natural on my tongue.

"Before we really begin, I need to know a few things…"

"Okay," I said.

"Do you like anal?"

I shrugged my shoulders and he glared at me. "Uh, I mean, I don't know…I've never done it, but I am curious about it," I replied honestly. He smiled and nodded.

"Are you on birth control, and if not, do you have condoms?"

For some reason I blushed at the question. I was fine discussing him fucking my ass, but birth control was turning me into a shy school girl. "Yes, I am…um, and I was recently tested, after my ex's indiscretion, so I know I'm clean."

"That was wise of you, Bella. Do not be ashamed. If this is going to work between us, there must be complete truthfulness and my motto is 'If you can't discuss it, you can't do it.'"

I grinned, becoming more comfortable with each moment that passed.

"Do you swallow?" he asked pointedly, making me choke and blush as I shook my head. "Bella, Do. You. Swallow?" he asked again more firmly.

"I've never…" I trailed off not wanting to make this admission and he pinched my nipples, hard. I whimpered at the delightful pain. "I've never given head," I whispered.

His mouth dropped open in disbelief. "You've never sucked a crank?" he almost yelled.

"No, Sir," I said with disappointment, lowering my head. He wasn't going to want me now.

He surprised me yet again when his face erupted into a beautiful smile. "So pliable and fresh. You, my Little Elf, are going to be delightful," he said as he leaned forward and kissed me softly. "On your knees," he ordered as he pulled back.

I quickly slid to the floor between his thighs.

"Undo my jeans and take out my prick."

I did as he asked, my mouth watering as his uncut length came into view. He skin felt like silk in my hand…silk wrapped around steel.

The time faded away as he instructed me in kissing, licking and finally sucking him down until I gagged and my eyes watered. Just as I was going to allow myself to become frustrated by failing, he gripped my chin and ran his thumb over my cheek.

"Do you have any idea how beautiful you look right now, Little Elf? Your eyes tearing as my prick disappears into your throat…" he was pushing and pulling, slowly fucking my mouth as he spoke. His tender words of encouragement let me relax and he went further down my throat.

"Oh shit, yes! Suck harder, drag your teeth on me…Just. Like. That. Swallow, Bella!" he ordered as my mouth was filled with his salty spunk and I rapidly swallowed around him, clearing my mouth of his release.

He pulled out with a hiss and flopped back on the couch. "That was brilliant, love," he praised me and I hummed happily. "In fact, I think that deserves a reward…" he said cheekily as he stood and pulled me up. He gripped my ass and lifted me up, carrying me into the dining room where he laid me on my table, pushing my legs open.

Surprising me yet again, I watched with timid anxiousness as he picked up the spools of red ribbon I'd left from this morning and began loosely winding it around me. When he was done, my arms, legs and torso had been changed into human candy canes. He finished off by somehow wrapping the ribbon around my boobs and tying off a neat pretty bow right between them.

I was breathing heavily as he eyed his handiwork with a sexy grin, muttering 'perfection' under his breath.

"I also recall the offer of something sweet…" he said as he moved in to lick me. I immediately started moaning and whimpering as he worked me over, two of his fingers sliding into me, twisting and pushing, curling and pulling. "That's right Little Elf, let me hear you…"

It was over before I was ready for it to be, as he made me see stars while my orgasm crashed over me. He continued to lap softly at me as I slowly came back down and was finally able to open my eyes. Lifting my head, I glanced down to see his shit eating grin looking back at me from between my thighs. I watched as his tongue snuck out and flicked my swollen clit, making me gasp and drop my head back down.

I felt weak and mushy and was ready to crawl into bed, but didn't have the energy to try to get up. Sensing my leveling out breathing, he laughed. "Oh no, my Little Elf, I'm not done with you yet," he said as he pulled me up and turned me around. He pressed against my back until my boobs were smashed against the cold wood then kicked at my feet to get me to spread my legs.

I could feel his cock nudging the back of my thigh as he leaned over me to free my hair from its bun, and then gather it in a fistful. "It seems that feasting on your creamy minge has brought my prick back for another round…hold onto the table…this isn't going to be gentle," he commanded quietly and then thrust into me…repeatedly.

As he fucked me, he pulled my hair with just the right amount of pressure. He commented on the paleness of my skin, the diminishing redness of my 'arse' and proceeded to spank me again as his cock rammed in and out of me roughly.

Everything was on fire and it was delicious. It didn't take long before I felt the beginnings of another orgasm building within me and I didn't fight it. Each time he pumped into me, his cock hit my cervix and then dragged across a certain spot inside that I could feel in my nipples as he withdrew.

Suddenly, he yanked me up sharply and moved his hands to my hips which he held tightly as he fucked me even harder. My hands were splayed on the table in front of me as I tried to push back against him until we were both yelling obscenities as we came together.

I collapsed back over the table and started giggling…and crying. I honestly didn't know whether I was coming or going and in this moment, couldn't give a flying fuck. I just knew that I had just experienced the most intense sexual encounter of my life and I couldn't wait to do it again.

My eyes fluttered closed as he withdrew from me, a trail of our mixed cum trickling down my thigh, and lifted me into his arms, bridal style. He carried me to my bathroom where he set me on the toilet as he started a bath and then moved me into it.

He whispered quiet praises to me as he washed my body. I was vaguely aware of being dressed in a soft cotton shirt and tucked into bed before the darkness took over me.


My curtains had not been drawn before going to bed so I awoke to bright sunlight streaming in through the window. I stretched and grimaced at how sore I felt before I remembered with a quiet 'oh' as I smiled. Looking down, I discovered he'd given me his threadbare long sleeve shirt to sleep in.

I rose from the empty bed and padded to the window. Everything was white and sparkly outside. Briefly, I wondered where Edward had gone…if he'd crashed on my couch or gone to his home. Quietly, in case he was sleeping in my living room, I made my way down the hall.

My coffee pot sat on the counter, full of fresh coffee. I fixed myself a cup and traipsed into my dining room, shifting my thighs against each other as I looked at the table that I would never be able to eat off of again without remembering last night.

With a satiated sigh, I proceeded to the living room. He had turned on my stereo to a low volume and Christmas music was drifting around the room. New to the room was a tiny Christmas tree on my coffee table. Sat next to it was a breakfast tray with a covered bowl of fruit and a carefully wrapped buttery croissant.

He didn't seem to be here, but he had taken care of me. I couldn't contain the dumb grin on my face as I started nibbling on the fruit and noticed a wrapped gift next to the tiny tree.

With barely concealed excitement, I grabbed the card and opened it.

My Little Elf,

I am very pleased with how last night went and am most interested in exploring this further with you. The choice is yours…if you wish to be mine, open the box and meet me at the address below at 3:00 p.m, wearing the contents.

If you decide, this is not for you, there will be no hard feelings and I hope to see you again at the Shelter.

Happy Christmas,


I glanced at the address jotted at the bottom before I ripped the paper from the box with no hesitation. Inside was a lacey white teddy, trimmed in red fur and a pair of elf slippers, complete with the curled up toes and bells dangling from the ends.

I played with the bells as I finished my breakfast and then ran to my room to get ready.

There was no way I was going to be late.

Seems I was going to have a Merry Christmas after all.