Secret Santa

Secret Santa: Naughty or Nice? Seasonal Wishes Series

By Selena Illyria

I/R, Contemporary, BDSM elements.

Some material found in this story my considered objectionable to some readers. Adult Content, Adult Language and Light Bondage. The author acknowledges that all copyrights belong to their rightful owners.

Author Note: I am aware that in the beginning of this story I do say that Pepperton is an all girls academy and boys are included in one class, all will be explained in the next story. Please, be patient and understanding.

Prologue

Every year at Pepperton All Girls Academy a tradition was performed. Although the Headmaster called it a joyous occasion, the staff called it Russian Roulette with a Santa’s Hat. Every year, the staff members picked a name out of the hat to take part in the Annual Secret Santa tradition. There was a better chance of picking an enemy’s name rather than a friend’s, and for some odd reason, everyone was saddled with giving the Headmaster a gift as well. When the beginning of December rolled around, everyone tried their best to be either out sick that day or too busy to attend the staff meeting during lunch time. But even those too sick or too busy always got a name whether they wanted it or not.

And then things changed. At the beginning of the school year, not only was the school saddled with a new Headmistress, but a few new staff members as well. It was like a science experiment gone horribly wrong. The Headmaster had not been dismissed; due to his long years in service the board felt he should stay on until the new Headmistress had the hang of things, which would be, as the board determined, at least two years. The Headmaster would take a pay cut, but still be employed. Although silently fuming, he was still happy to have a job. The entire staff watched the two like hawks, waiting for the Headmaster to blow a gasket or Headmistress Jessie McClean to go supernova on him. The two were civil but it was clear they did not like each other. There were bets going that they would be battling it out by the end of the year, and the pool was up to at least $1,000. People had even hoped that the Headmaster would forget the Secret Santa tradition, but alas no such luck. The highlight of the name drawing ceremony was that Jessie McClean would be there, and that made the meeting a must attend for everyone. The faculty watched the new Headmaster and Mistress through out the whole ceremony.

Jessie was a picture of dignity and refinement. Dressed in a cream colored silk blouse with a red silk jacket and matching pencil skirt hugged her ample curves, her legs were encased in shiny knee high black stiletto boots, her long black hair pulled back in a pony tail. Her dark brown eyes lined lightly in black, her full lips a deep berry stain, pearl jewelry and accents finished off her look of class and dignity. Mason Joseph looked like he was smiling as if his life depended on it, in a simple black suit jacket and pants with black oxfords and a black silk shirt. His black hair was liberally sprinkled with gray, giving him a salt and pepper look, his gray eyes taking in the number of staff entering the staff break room, continuing to smile like a loon.

But their story is not why we are here. Let’s look around the room, ah, I see our heroine of this story in the corner of the room, let’s look in on her shall we?

* * * * * *

Celia Russo and Sasha Barrett stood on a corner of the Teacher’s Lounge whispering to each other, both holding their cups of hot chocolate, waiting for an implosion of some kind to happen.

“You know if he keeps smiling like that he’ll either go crazy, his face will crack, or I’ll break down crying, confessing all my sins - including the time I stole candy from a drug store when I was seven,” Sasha Barrett whispered.

“Sasha!” Celia Russo scolded.

“What? He looks like the Joker from Batman.”

Celia shook her head and glanced to her left, her heartbeat stuttering and then rapidly increasing. She felt herself getting warm when she saw Deacon Lavery walk into the room. Dressed in his usual casual style, he wore khakis, brown leather oxfords and a large green sweater, his wire rim glasses reflecting the light, hiding for a second his green eyes.

“He looks adorable,” Kit Lewis whispered over Celia’s shoulder. “In that sexy, geeky sort of way.”

Celia blushed and looked away from the object of her crush. For the last few months she’d been trying her best to think of Deacon as a friend; she’d even gone so far as treating him like one of her girlfriends, talking to him like he was one of the group, which only served to embarrass him. It was hard to squelch the urge she had to pursue him, but he was different from all her past crushes; he was sweet, considerate, smart and most of all a good person. The men she usually fell for had problems up the wazoo, guys she had thought that perhaps, with a little love and support, she could fix. She was wrong -very wrong- and now before her was a sweet, considerate guy who she wanted to take her time with, get to know, take things slow. Unfortunately her hormones and her best friends refused to allow her to take things slow, every day reminding her that he was available and she wasn’t the only one who was eyeing him.

She glanced to the corner of the room, her eyes landing on Jessie McClean who had her eyes on Deacon. Looking over at Deacon, Celia saw he was looking back at Jessie; it was almost as if the two were in silent communication. Sighing inwardly, Celia felt like she had already lost. Everyone knew that Jessie and Deacon were close, she had brought him along with her from her old school. They were always seen having lunch, heads close to each other, acting as if everyone else in the room didn’t exist. Studying her, Celia tried to find a flaw with the woman, but couldn’t. Jessie was striking woman, tall and statuesque, with high cheekbones, full lips, beautiful brown eyes and flawless cocoa skin. Celia was short and curvy and although she loved her figure, she knew in the looks department she would lose to Jessie. She was just too plain next to someone who looked so worldly and sophisticated. She felt a hand on her shoulder, looking up she saw her other friend Dani White had arrived.

“What’d I miss? Are they tearing out each other’s eyes yet, or is he eating her liver with a side of Fava beans and Chianti?” Dani asked.

“Dani, don’t ever bring that movie up again,” Kit said scrunching up her face in disgust.

“Not my fault you’re wimp.”

“Both of you shhh, they’re starting,” whispered Sasha.

“Yes, Mistress Sasha,” Dani said.

Sasha didn’t respond, instead she focused her attention to the front where Headmaster Joseph was clearing his throat.

“Ah hem, it’s so nice to see you all here. I know time is short so we’ll just get right to the name picking. Headmistress McClean?”

“All right everyone, please form a line, and pick one name and only one name. The max you can spend on a person is twenty dollars, got that? Good, now let’s go.”

“Wow, no speech?” Sasha said, the amusement clear on her face. “No, ‘This is the time of year for fellowship, joining together to show your fellow man some appreciation.’? No! ‘This is about showing your comrades and fellow staff members that you respect their work? Geesh, she’s really got him by the balls doesn’t she?”

“The balls and cock. Think she can crack a whip as good as you Sash?” Dani asked.

“Naaah, no one can crack the whip like ole’ mistress here. Isn’t that right Sasha?” Kit looked over at Sasha grinning. Sasha said nothing.

“Come on guys leave Sasha alone, we’re almost to the front,” Celia said.

“Okay guys, no sudden movements, we don’t want ole scary face to attack us,” Kit said laughing.

**********

Twenty minutes later the women all met in the ladies room of the teacher’s lounge.

“Okay let’s reveal who we got. I got Doug Fillion.” Kit revealed.

“Tony DeMatto,” Dani said looking disappointed.

Everyone turned to Celia who looked horrified.

“Ce? What’s wrong?” Sasha asked, she placed a hand on Celia’s back, gently rubbing it.

“Yeah, don’t tell me you got Jessie McClean?” Kit’s eyes sparkled with mischief. “Oh my god you did, didn’t you?” Kit broke out into laughter, Dani along with her.

“Well, if it makes you feel better, I got Peter Graves the gym teacher. How’s that for luck? The man’s an idiotic jock for crying out loud,” Sasha said looking annoyed.

Celia shook her head, her face heating up as she unfolded her slip of paper, holding it up for everyone to see.

“Oh, shit, you got Deacon Lavery!” Dani gasped.

Celia was still in shock, not sure what to think or how to feel about her current predicament.

* * * * * *

“Of all the women I could have gotten, why did it have to be her?” Deacon Lavery moaned as he accepted the cup of Earl Grey Tea from Jessie McClean’s extended hand. “Thank you. By the way how did you know?” She sat on the couch next him, her boots sitting next to her desk, her bare toes wiggling in the plush carpet. She eyed her best friend with amusement.

“I peeked over her shoulder when she dug into the hat and picked a name. She opened it and there was your name on it. Fate plays a very strange game doesn’t it? The one woman you want is the one woman you refuse to pursue, and she ends up being your Secret Santa and you hers. I call that funny.”

“I don’t,” Deacon grumped.

“Well at least I’m not the recipient of your gift. Then that would cement rumors that you and I are lovers.”

Jessie watched in amusement as Deacon nearly spit out his tea.

“What the hell is wrong with you? I’m drinking, couldn’t you have waited and told me that after I swallowed?” He asked.

“No.”

“Bitch.”

“Nerd.”

“Harpy.”

“Geek.”

“Star Trek hater.”

“Hey, just because I have taste and prefer the Twilight Zone and Star Wars does not mean I don’t have taste, now you on the other hand . . .”

Deacon held up his hand. “I’m going to finish my tea and get back to work. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. Should I tell her you like to be dominated?”

Deacon almost spit out his tea yet again. “Don’t you dare.”

“What? I’m trying to be helpful.”

“Well, don’t. I don’t want her to thinking I’m an even bigger wuss than she already does.”

“You’re not a wuss De, you like what you like, nothing wrong with that.”

Deacon shrugged, finished his tea and stood up. “Thanks, Jess.”

“No problem.” She took his cup and gave him a one armed hug. “Good luck,” she said.

“Thanks I’ll need it.”

There was a soft knock on the door before Headmaster Joseph poked his head through the entry.

“Oh, I’ll come back,” he muttered.

“No, no we’re done here. Later De.”

“Later.”

Headmaster Joseph opened the door wide and let Deacon pass through before closing it behind him. Deacon just hoped they wouldn’t get into a screaming match with each other like last time. Now the only problem on his horizon was getting Celia Russo a gift worthy of her.

* * * * * *

December 5, 2007

Celia sat by the window in the teacher’s lounge thinking about how she still had no idea what to get Deacon. Rising from her chair, she took out her keys and went to her locker. Opening it, she grabbed her mail and the stack of memos in the iron box. She flipped through the pages until she found an envelope, her name written in neat block letters. Curiosity got the best of her, and she ripped it open, her jaw dropping as she scanned he contents.

“Holy crap.”

She read the letter again, still shocked. It read:

Dear Celia,

I know that you got Deacon Lavery’s name in the Secret Santa drawing. I can tell you that Deacon likes you and would love to ask you out but is too shy. I also know that Deacon likes to be dominated, this is no joke. If you’d like to check out the validity of my claim go to the Aurora Diamond Club ask for Mistress Sarah, she will confirm everything I have told you. This note should be used as the go ahead you need to pursue as I know you like him too. Good luck.

Sincerely,

The person hadn’t signed it, she turned the letter this way and that, held it up to the light and got nothing. She read the letter again, the only person she knew with connections to the Aurora Diamond Club was Sasha. Celia checked her watch. Sasha would still be in class but afterward she would have her break time. She head toward the West End of the building meeting Kit on the way.

“What are you doing?” Kit asked.

“Going to see Sasha.”

“Why?”

Celia didn’t want to discuss the letter with Kit, knowing how she would react so she said, “It’s personal.” She hoped Kit would leave it at that but Kit was just too curious.

“So personal, you can’t tell me?”

Celia winced at the hurt tone in Kit’s voice. Stopping in the middle of the hallway, she checked to see if the hallway was clear, it was. She grabbed Kit’s arm and pulled her into a nearby alcove.

“Promise not to make a deal?”

A mischievous light danced in Kit’s eyes making Celia uneasy.

“Depends on what’s going on.”

Celia blew out a breath of annoyance and Kit shrugged.

“At least I’m honest.”

Celia couldn’t counter, so she said nothing, and with great reluctance she held out the letter to Kit, who took it. She flipped open the flap and took out the letter, eyes darting over the page. Celia waited for a reaction, she wasn’t disappointed. Violet eyes widening, Kit looked up at Celia.

“You’re kidding me right? Him! He’s into mphf . . . ” Kit practically shouted before Celia covered her mouth with her hand.

“Shhh, don’t say it out loud.”

Kit yanked Celia’s hand away from her mouth. “You did wash your hand right?”

“It’s clean.”

“Uh huh. Look, you want to know if that’s true there’s only one person to ask.”

“I know, that’s why I was going to see her. But I don’t want anyone else to know about, this got? Not even Dani.”

“Too bad.”

With the paper in hand Kit rushed down the hallway, Celia on her heels, they arrived a few minutes later in the West End of the school, bursting into Sasha’s Women’s Lit class, which was currently in session.

“Not now, wait outside until I’m done,” Sasha snapped.

Both women skidded to a halt, Celia crashing into Kit. Grabbing her hand, Kit turned around and led Celia out of the room. Before Celia could make another grab for the letter Kit had folded it into squares and shoved it down the front of her blouse.

“Try and get it now.”

“Bitch.”

“Thank you.”

“Please, Kit, don’t tell Dani.”

Kit didn’t answer immediately, which made Celia uneasy. Kit finally spoke, full lips spread into a wide smile.

“No, Dani is our friend and she has to know. Besides if this happened to her, she’d tell us. That’s what friends do.”

Celia sighed. “But Kit, I . . .”

Kit placed a hand on Celia’s shoulder and gave it a squeeze. “I know hon, you want to maintain Deacon’s privacy, if this claim is real. I understand that. But who the hell are we going to tell? What is said between us, stays between us. We’re like Vegas baby, only we don’t lie about our ability to keep secrets.”

Celia couldn’t help but smile, she did feel a bit more reassured. They waited outside of Sasha’s classroom like bad students, by the time the bell had rung for next period, ten minutes had passed. Celia and Kit waited until the flow of students had trickled to a few before entering Sasha’s lecture hall. She was at her desk packing up her briefcase.

“What was so important that you felt the need to rush into my class like that?”

“This.” Kit started to unbutton her blouse, much to the interest of a few straggler boys.

“Stop that unless you want a sexual harassment suit on your hands. Let’s go into my office.” They both followed Sasha into a small hallway, turning right they walked straight into her office.

“Now show me.”

Kit continued to unbutton her blouse while Sasha closed the door behind them. The note tumbled to the floor before Celia could get it, it landed near Sasha’s shoes. Leaning down she picked it up and unfolded it, pushing up her glasses she read the letter, Celia blushing the whole time.

“Well now, this is interesting. So why come to me?”

“We want you to check in with your contacts at A.D and ask about Deacon,” Kit said before Celia could stop her.

Sasha raised an eyebrow. “A.D uses code names for their members. You do know that people use code names for discretion right? You know, for privacy so they don’t get humiliated and all that.”

Celia felt relief and Kit looked crestfallen.

“There is, however, still a way to find out if he does frequent the club.”

Kit looked hopeful, Celia looked horrified.

“How?”

“We go to the club and stake it out. It has to be on the weekend since I know for a fact that he works late. I know you and Dani will be up to it, but what about Ce? Are you ready to return to the land of chains, whips, leather and lace?”

Celia blushed. It had been a long time since she’d been to the Aurora Diamond club. She could still remember the dark corners, the scent of jasmine, the glimpses of skin and decadent displays. Her body flushed with heat, her nipples became hardened nubs, and her clit pulsed to life as her panties became moist.

“Ce? You up to this?”

She felt breathless. It had been so long since she’d been with a man, so long since she’d taken control. The heady sense of power, the feeling of seeing a man wanting to do your every whim and wish to please you. She bit her lip, clenching her thighs, trying to stave off the throb of her clit.

“She’s ready. Aurora Diamond Club, here we come!” Kit exclaimed.

Chapter 1

Bodies were everywhere, writhing, pressed against each other, legs wrapped around hips, backs against the wall, hips grinding up and down. Mouths pressed against each other, teeth scrapping delicate skin. Lips brushing necks, kissing stomachs. Hands disappearing into the front of pants, under skirts, into blouses or inside leather bikini tops. Celia’s heart raced, her breath came out in puffs. It was hard to focus, there was so much to see and experience. She yelped when she felt a pinch on her arm. Whirling around she glared at the culprit, only to be confronted by a clearly annoyed Sasha.

“Focus so I can get out of here.”

“Got a hot date?” Kit asked, nudging Sasha in the side.

“No I have to find Peter a present before the stores close. I finally figured out what to get him.”

“What?” Dani asked, sipping her coke and Rum.

“I’m going to get him a book of poems.”

“You think he can read?” Kit asked.

“Of course he can read,” Sasha snapped and started to look around.

Dani and Kit raised their eyebrows at each other, clearly taken aback by Sasha’s annoyance. Celia decided the sooner they got out of here the better, she was becoming horny. Her eyes skimmed over the faces, some masked and some not. She had been looking for a few minutes when she spotted him, unmasked, without glasses, chest bare, wearing leather pants that clung to his legs showing how muscular they were. She felt breathless, her chest started to heave, pushing against the black and red corset she was wearing.

“Holy mama, dayum!” Dani cried out.

“If I had known, oh dayum! Turn around baby, let mama see that ass!” Kit exclaimed.

His broad shoulders showed tribal tattoos, and the hard planes of his chest and the ripples of his abdomen made Celia’s mouth water, craving the chance to run her tongue over them, exploring every inch of skin on display. Her panties became soaked and the room went from warm to blazing hot.

“Sweet Jesus, can I clone him and make him more of a bad ass?” Kit asked.

“Stop drooling you three, we have our proof let’s go.”

Sasha grabbed Celia’s hand but she couldn’t move, she was rooted to the spot. She wanted to see who he went with, who he was willing to be a submissive to. A growing sense of jealousy gnawed at her gut at the thought of someone else dominating him, someone else exploring every inch of him. She clenched her fists, ready to go over there and drag him home with her.

“Not now, later,” Sasha hissed in Celia’s ear.

Sasha managed to drag Celia with her. As she left, Celia vowed to show him that she would be his mistress, and no one else.

Chapter 2

Christmas Eve

Deacon Lavery slid the thin, black, leather bound volume on the shelf and sighed. One down, ten more to go and then quitting time. He glanced down at his cart; the paperback, hardcover and leather bound books had fallen on their sides, looking like sad victims of some sort of attack. He picked up one book and tried to stand it against the metallic side the cart, but it only fell back down on its side. Shoulders slumping, he pushed his cart down the aisle between the tall cherry wood bookshelves. Only ten more books to put back on the shelves and he would be done. Done and free to go home, alone, on Christmas Eve. He slipped a medium sized volume on the shelf and glanced out of the still open windows, the curtains having yet to be drawn. The scene outside was classic; snow lightly blanketed the almost empty faculty parking lot, a thin layer of white powder covering his old dark green Toyota Highlander. He closed his eyes and wished that for once he wouldn’t be spending yet another Christmas alone. He’d preferred to be spending the holiday and New Year with her. Somewhere out there, Celia Russo was having dinner with someone that wasn’t him.

She was usually a sweetheart with him. She had always said good morning to him, or at least hello; but lately nothing. It was like she was ignoring him, as if he had done something wrong, and he wasn’t sure how to make it right.He even missed being included in the female conversations that he was usually pulled into. Normally Celia, Sasha, Kit and Dani would always find a way of pulling him into conversations that involved menstruation, yeast infections, to have or not have anal sex, to get or not get a Brazilian bikini wax, breast size, PMS, orgasms and anything else female oriented. When they weren’t telling him more than he wanted to know about ‘that time of the month’ they were asking about male behavior. Like why do men like boobs so much? Or why do men like porn so much? And what was the fascination about girl on girl action? As well as, asking what’s up with men’s fascination with cars or anything technologically oriented for that matter. He actually missed all that. For the last two weeks they had been treating him like he had the plague, and he couldn’t talk to Jessie about it because she was too busy with work and Headmaster Joseph irritating her.

He slipped the last book on the shelf and pushed the cart to the end of the aisle. He was about to head for the return desk when he heard giggling. He went still; he’d heard stories from his predecessor about kids sneaking into the library after hours to use it as a make-out spot, since the library was considered the least likely place for romance. Clearing his throat he decided to address the nighttime trespassers.

“The library is closed, go home now before I call the night guard.”

He cursed himself at how high pitched he sounded. “Just like Mr. Charles my old science teacher,” he muttered under his breath.

He waited for a minute, but when he didn’t hear anymore giggling he proceeded to the Return Desk. He pushed the cart over with the others and grabbed his backpack, heading for the door. He had just entered the front desk area when he stopped. He felt as if someone was watching him. Deacon looked around, shoulders hunched. He always hated working late at night due to all the unnecessary lights being turned off to conserve energy. Now the library wasn’t as bright as it use to be; the information desk and front desk were mostly in darkness, which meant all the hanging and glass displays were in shadows, making the front area of the library seem like an abandoned ghost town. The unlit displays served as stand-ins for boarded up buildings, the empty aisles replacements for vacant streets. Deacon pulled the strap of his backpack further up on his shoulder. He was about to keep moving when he felt something dig into his lower back, and he stilled. A soft female voice sounded behind him.

“Keep moving forward, don’t turn around.”

He recognized the voice instantly. Celia? Celia was behind him. What was Celia trying to do? He wasn’t sure if he was excited or scared.

Chapter 3

Celia continued to poke him the back with the hand of the riding crop. He moved slowly past the glass displays of giant books and scenes from stories. It felt weird being in the library after hours, and yet at the same time it also felt exhilarating. Like any minute she would get caught doing something naughty, and she planned on doing something very naughty with the man currently making his way toward the doors.

“No, stop, go the reading corner.”

He turned to the left, passed the doors and headed for a small carpeted nook used for children’s story hour. All the chairs had been put away, the large tree set complete with hanging books instead of leaves had been removed and put in storage in preparation for the coming holiday. The only thing left was the carpet. Earlier Kit had sneaked in and put a wooden chair in that area while Deacon had been on break. The chair didn’t look like anything out of the ordinary unless you turned it around. Hanging from one of the wooden rails was a set of special order, three way handcuffs. Once the chair came into view, illuminated by the soft glow of a night light, she could see the leather blindfold sitting on the wooden seat. She couldn’t help but smile, she was going to give him a Christmas present he was never going to forget.

“Take off your glasses and place them on a shelf, then pick up the blindfold, sit in the chair and put the blindfold on. No peeking or talking. You will be punished if you disobey me.”

She saw a shiver run over him. It felt good to be back in control like this. She took in a deep breath and melted into shadows near the darkened display of a large version of Wuthering Heights, watching him comply with her orders, clutching his backpack to his arms. As if the bag would protect him. She stepped from behind the display and went over to the double doors of the library, putting the lock into place, then she pulled down the blinds that covered the small windows on the door. She could hear the faint sound of the janitor Jerry Lafferty’s whistling down the hall. She had given him a hundred bucks to stay out of the library until she was done. He had just shrugged and taken the money, telling her he would do as she asked.

Wrapping and tying the cord around the small hooks used to keep the blinds down, she then adjusted the lights, fiddling with the dimmer knobs until she found the one that controlled the lights in the reading area. Turning it to the medium setting she headed back to Deacon. Taking the bag from his arms and gently laying on the ground she smiled, running the riding crop over the palm of her hand trying to decide what to do next.

“You won’t be needing your bag for what I have in mind for you.”

He looked liked he wanted to ask a question but stayed silent.

“You may ask your question.” She walked over to him, allowing herself to finally give in to one of the many things she had wanted to do to him since she first laid eyes on him. She ran her hand through his thick wavy, dark brown hair, savoring the silky feel of it against her palms. He moaned and tilted his head back in the direction her palm was going.

“Celia what is going on here?”

“You are going to get your Christmas present now.”

He opened his mouth and then closed it again. She smiled. He didn’t want to displease her by speaking out of turn.

“You may talk now. Ask me all the questions you like.”

“What are you planning on doing to me?”

“Anything I want. Now, remove your shirt.”

“What?!” he exclaimed.

“You heard me, remove your shirt and then place your hands behind your back.”

He hesitated but only for a second, then grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled it up, revealing the bunched up ridges of his abdomen. She licked her lips, longing to run her tongue over the ridges, gently dispersing light nips over his pale golden skin. The material moved up over his chest, and the once flat brown disks of his nipples hardened at coolness of the library. The sweater came off, over his broad shoulders and then revealing his long lean arms, slightly muscular but not massive in the way some body builders looked. She watched him drop the sweater to the floor and then put his hands behind his back.

“You’re beautiful, just like I always pictured you to be.”

She walked round him slowly, taking in his naked torso. She could see through the railings that he had another tattoo that covered the whole of his back. So her geek had a few secrets - she couldn’t wait to discover them. She crouched down, balancing carefully on her patent leather stiletto thigh high boots, mindful of the fact that she hadn’t worn them in a few years. Taking one wrist gently with her hand, she brought it to her lips and placed a kiss over the pulse point, feeling it jump under her touch. She slid the cuff on and closed it, taking the other wrist she repeated her action and then stood up. She grabbed a handful of hair and placed a kiss on his forehead.

“Your mine now, and tonight I’m going to finally get to do to you what I’ve wanted to do for so long.”

She leaned over, kissing his cheek, working her way down his neck and then his shoulder. She let go of his hair and slid her hands over his chest.

“I have to know, I didn’t ask this before it started, but do you want this, do you want me?” she whispered in his ear, waiting for him to answer her, her hands covering his hardened pecs, savoring the feel of them under her palms, itching to move them down further.

“Yes, Celia, I want this, I want you.” His voice was low and husky almost a deep growl that made her shiver. Her tongue slipped out and lightly lined the shell of his ear before nipping his ear lobe.

“We need a safety word. One that will tell me you want me to stop. I promise to go only as far as you want me to.”

“I trust you, I don’t need a safety word with you.”

Her breath caught in the throat and she tried to swallow. How could he trust her? He barely knew her and yet he sat in this chair, before her, waiting for her to make her next move, trusting her implicitly. Something inside of her seemed to break and she wanted to cry. She started to have second thoughts about going through with the rest of her plan. She stood up and removed her hands from his chest.

“Celia?”

“Yes?” She tried to sound in control but it didn’t seem to be happening. Her voice was filled with emotions, emotions she couldn’t identify.

“Don’t go, please. Give me my present. I’ve been a bad boy.”

There was a hint of a smile in his voice, and she walked around to see him grinning, as if he was ready to take whatever she was going to dish out to him.

“Just how bad have you been?”

He hung his head.

“Very bad.”

“Explain yourself, tell me how bad my Deacon has been.” She smiled at the way ‘my Deacon’ just rolled off of her tongue.

She walked over to a shelf and took out a small bag, unzipping it she extracted a small bottle of massage oil that when you blew on it, it heated up. Holding the bottle in her hand, she raised in eyebrow. He hadn’t answer her, and that deserved a punishment.

“Deacon, you haven’t answered my question, for that you must be punished. How shall I punish you?”

“Please, Mistress, I meant no disrespect, I was caught off guard by your making me yours.” He raised his head, as if to implore her for mercy. She leaned over, bringing her lips just a breath away from his.

“Mistress? I am your mistress now? If I am your mistress why then, did you not answer my questions? Being caught off guard is no excuse.”

“I am sorry, Mistress, I promise it won’t happen again. I was surprised.”

She decided to give him some leniency but not too much.

“I will give you a pass this time but not in the future, do I make myself clear?”

“Yes, Mistress,” he said.

“Good, now how have you been bad?”

“I . . . I have found myself masturbating to your image, Mistress.”

She bit her lip, her nipples became harder, her stomach tightened and her pussy became soaked as an image of him, naked and jerking off to fantasies of her flitted through her mind.

“My image?” Her voice breathless.

“Yes, Mistress. I have a picture of us together, when we took a class trip to the pumpkin patch. You and I were chaperones, we took a picture together next to a large pumpkin.”

She looked down, she could see a bulge at the crotch of his khakis. She crouched down, placing the small bottle on the ground, she started to untie his oxfords, slipping them off one shoe at a time, and then his socks. Running her hands up his calves feeling the hardness of the muscles, she couldn’t help but wonder how he stayed in shape and where he found the time. His muscles bunched as she ran her hands over his thighs, his breathing becoming heavier.

“What did you fantasize about, Deacon?”

“Us, Mistress.”

“Tell me your favorite fantasy, of us, Deacon.”

She undid his belt, slipping the leather through the loops and then dropping it on the floor, next undoing the button, running her palm over his erection, squeezing it gently. He groaned, but managed to speak his favorite fantasy, even though his voice was strained.

“We make up an excuse to leave the group. Oh, god Mistress,” he moaned as she squeezed him again, with a little more pressure this time, unzipping his pants she tugged the material down.

“Continue,” she whispered. Pulling the pants off completely, smiled at the image before her. He wore a pair of black and red boxer briefs, tiny elves decorated the elastic waistband, each elf doing something Christmas oriented, whether putting a star on top of the tree or holding a present.

“You lead me to the woods and tell me kneel. I get on my knees as you raise your skirt, revealing you have on no underwear.” His voice was hypnotizing, and her hands paused on their way to tugging down his underwear.

“You then order me to eat you.”

Chapter 4

From the second he recognized what Celia was doing, he gave in. It wasn’t that he was a sub; in reality he enjoyed being dominant as well, but he had only discovered that recently. The reason he gave in was simple - it was fantasy come to life. His Celia, the woman he had lusted after since first seeing her in the hallway, in front of the science lab, in a lab coat and goggles, hair in a haphazard low bun, stocking covered legs, black stiletto pumps, hand in pockets, looking like the sexy female version of a mad scientist, talking to her colleges while her student made their way into her class. At that moment he became infatuated. Luckily he’d already been introduced to the head of library and Mrs. Forrester was engrossed in a conversation with Jessie so neither of them noticed how engrossed he’d become studying Celia. The next day he would meet her while on his first day of lunch duty. Her soft, husky voice like velvet running over skin, mesmerized him. She shyly introduced herself and her best friends, Kit, Dani and Sasha, all intimidating women in their own right. Sasha downright scared him. Kit and Dani seemed to enjoy double teaming him with absurd, often times embarrassing questions. But to be around Celia was worth every second of embarrassment and intimidation. He always suspected on some level she was attracted to him and now all his hopes and thoughts were now confirmed.

He described to her his favorite fantasy.

“Your pussy lips are glistening with your juices. You are so wet and aroused. So ready for you me to taste you. I first slide my tongue along your slit, before I lap up the juices on your lower lips. I suck the tender flesh into my mouth before scraping my teeth against the sensitive flesh. I continue to taste you, lapping up your delicious cream, savoring the tangy sweetness.” He said, his voice low and husky, filled with longing.

How he longed to taste her in reality, to see her naked, wet flesh before him, the plump lips of her pussy, her engorged clit, the slick petals of her labia.

“You slip your hands into my hair, urging me closer as I explore every inch of your most precious area, slipping my tongue into your dripping channel, loving the way your inner walls clamp down, wanting to be filled by my dick. I’m so hard, I ache to be inside you. To fuck you like in all of my fantasies. But I can only eat you, as you have ordered me to do. I suck your clit into my mouth, flicking and teasing it with my tongue. Pushing you further and further toward the precipice. I want you to come so badly. You are riding my face, your juices coat my lips, chin and cheeks, you keep telling me how close you are. I want to you come, badly. I then bite down on you clit, you cry out softly so as not to be heard by the others. You arch your back, your limbs shake, your hands clench my hair tightly, as you ride out your orgasm.” He said, his voice lower, filled with desire.

“I lap up your cream and then pull my head away. You let go of my hair, I pull back my head from under your skirt and I mourn the loss of not being about to see your pussy. I lick the last of juices off my lips and you hand me a handkerchief to clean up the rest of come. We then return to the group, acting as if nothing had happened between us. But I can still taste you my tongue, wishing I could taste you again.”

He stopped speaking. He felt so close to the edge, he wished he could wrap his fingers around his cock and jerk off, in front of her, watching her, watch him as he came, all because of her. Sweat traveled the hollows, planes and ripples of his chest and abdomen, soaking his forehead, he was on fire and aching. He wanted to ask her to suck him off, beg her to wrap her plump lips around his dick and help him relieve the ache, instead he stayed silent, waiting. It was both pleasurable and torturous.

Finally she spoke, her voice, rough, husky and heavy with desire. “Mmmm and one day perhaps I will let you carry out your fantasy.”

He swallowed and then gasped when he felt her mouth on the head of cock, through his boxer brief.

“Jesus!”

He waited for her to stop, for her to pull back and punish him for his outburst, he waited, longed for the pain but it didn’t happen, instead she continued to tease him through the thin cloth barrier. Her hand moved up and down his shaft. She paused long enough to spread his legs wider, making more room for herself. He let his head fall back, as she moved from his cock head to his stem, soaking the material thoroughly until he knew that when she pulled back the outline of his erection would be more defined. The now cold cloth and the heat of his dick was an interesting combination, helping to increase the ache he felt. His shaft pulsed in time with the beat of his heart, his balls ached for release.

“Lift your ass, Deacon.”

He did as he was told, slowly lifting up his bottom, and she grabbed the waistband of his underwear and tugged them down. He lifted one foot, then the other until his underwear was completely off. He wished to God, he could see her face, see how she reacted to his now completely nude body.

“So beautiful, I can’t wait to explore every inch of you. Damn, I want to see you in my bedroom.”

He wanted that, he could practically taste how badly he wanted it.

“But not at the moment. First I get to play with you here.”

Play, she wanted to play with him? He could feel a part of him, wanting to take control, wanting to say screw the sub/dom situation, there would be time for that later, but no, right now he wanted her fuck her, wanted to rip off every stitch of clothing she had on, if she had any clothing on and drive straight home into her sopping pussy. The way she sounded he knew she was aroused and he had done that to her. He opened his mouth to protest but was cut off when he felt her lips on the head of his cock, dusting soft kisses over the slick, heated surface. Her tongue lightly flicked his slit, lapping his pre-cum, first with small flicks and then with rapid ones. He thrust his hips forward, silently begging her to taste more of him, take more of him into her mouth. She obliged him, engulfing the head of his aching shaft into her mouth, nibbling the edge lightly, flicking the flicking the V at the base of his cockhead. He moaned, tugging on the chains of his cuffs, wanting to sink his hands into her hair, urge her lower, take more of him in.

She stopped and pulled away, her saliva cooling on the heated mushroom head of his shaft. Her hand wrapped around his cock, he could feel something slick on the palm. She moved her hand up and down slowly and then her hand disappeared. He could only assume she was using oil to lubricate his shaft. One second of relief and back to throbbing torture. He felt her breath on his heated flesh, gasping as heat blossomed and spread through his dick, soon it was all over. Her tongue licked while her hand took hold of his balls, rolling and tugging them gently. When she reached the top she took him into her mouth, her lips slowly moving down until she had taken as much of him in as she could. She paused, letting him feel the wet heat of her mouth before bobbing her head up and down.

Chapter 5

She was so wet her juices were drenching the tops of her stocking covered thighs. She wanted to reach down, push aside her soaking panties and touch herself. His salty essence combined with the edible, heated massage oil was a delicious combination. He was so thick and large, he stretched her mouth, even when he hit the back of her throat she still didn’t have all of him in her mouth. Her mind ran over all the possibilities, every delicious scenario she could concoct and all of them and her being fucked into oblivion. She had lost all control, this was no longer about being dominate or dominating him and giving him a Christmas he would never forget. All she cared about now was getting to play out every fantasy she ever had with him as the star. This was about her finally giving in to her desire for him and pleasing him until he came in her mouth was high on her list. She wanted to be the one to push him over the brink.

She liked giving head but this was the first time she had wanted to please the person she was with. His hips lifted off the seat, he started to thrust upward slowly, she paused, taking a swipe of his cum with her tongue before sliding back down. Faster and faster, she sucked, increasing the pressure of her mouth, feeling his veins sliding over her lips, his pulse pound in her mouth, it was arousing. Her clit throbbed, wanting relief, her inner walls begged to be filled. Stretched, if only she had slipped in her wireless silver bullet she wouldn’t be having this problem; but no she hadn’t thought she would need it. Now she needed to get off and wanted to come at the same time he did.

She could hear him above her , his voice a low husky growl, chanting her name, urging her on to suck him, harder, faster. She moaned, the vibrations causing him to moan above her.

“Yes, Celia, you have no idea how much I’ve wanted this. I love the way you’re sucking me off.”

She wanted to smile but instead she let her teeth very lightly scrap the sensitive skin of his cock. He shivered above her. He likes a little pain with his blow job, she thought. She tugged on his balls a bit harder. She increased the pressure of her mouth, stopping at the top to lap the cum already leaking out. His hips increased in their thrusting, his cock hitting the back of her throat. She pulled back to give him more room, holding herself still. He was so lost he didn’t notice.

“So close,” he said through gritted teeth. “Almost there.”

Her jaw ached but not once did she slacken her hold on him, he continued to thrust, his cock twitching in her mouth until finally he stilled, balls hardened and closer to his body. She let her hand drop as away as hot semen spurted into her mouth and she swallowed every drop.

“Celia!” He cried out.

He continued to thrust until his balls were empty and his penis had become flaccid. She cleaned him with her tongue until every trace of his seed was licked up. She took hold of his cock and pulled her mouth away, placing a light kiss at the tip. Holding it in her hand, she slowly lowered it, resting it on the chair. Looking up at him she slowly started to rise, legs protesting. Once at her full height she leaned forward and ripped the blindfold off of him, his eyes looked up. He looked sleepy and satisfied, smiling up at her softly.

“Celia.”

“Celia.” His voice low and breathy, her name like a soft caress that made her nipples harden even more than they already were.

“Now time to take you home,” she said.

“Home?”

“Yes, home, with me.”

She turned away from him and picked up a small bag off of a shelf. She extracted body wipes. Turning back to him she dug into her top, extracting a small silver key from between her cleavage. Making her way around the chair, she unlocked him. His hands dropping to his sides heavily. She the cuffs off the chair and made her way around him. Handing him the wipes she turned around.

“Get cleaned up and dressed, meet me in the parking lot. We’re leaving in ten.”

Grabbing the bag, she made her way to the double doors, unlocked them and pushed her way out. Her heart beating hard in her chest, she could still taste his essence on her tongue, smell the heady male musk of him.

“What the hell have I gotten myself in to?” She sighed to herself. She shook her head, ignoring how her body throbbed and ached to fuck him.

Chapter 6

Deacon got dressed and made his way to the faculty parking lot. He found her standing by her car, ready to go. For the first time he saw her outfit, his jaw dropped he was both turned on and concerned for her health. She wore a Santa hat, a figure hugging, red strapless mini red dress, trimmed in white fur, black tights and thigh high stiletto boots complete with buckles at the ankles. She ran a riding crop over the palm of her hand, a small bag dangling from her wrist. She turned her face toward him, her red lips shone in the bright white of the light reflected from the snow and the overhead florescent lights. Her hair was pulled back from her face with a red ribbon, the bottom half fluffy and curly in an old fashioned style, bangs dusted the top so of her eyelashes, her eyes were smoky, rimmed with black. He swallowed and pushed his glasses. His once limp dick was now engorged and ready for another round. She looked at him, her eyes roving over his body. Determination filled him.

This time I’ll be in charge, he thought.

She raised an eyebrow in question as she asked,” Ready to go?”

“Yes, but this time I want to be in charge.”

She opened her mouth to protest but then closed it, thought for a second and then replied.

“You think you can dominate me?” Challenge sparkled in her eyes.

“Yes, Mistress, I know I can dominate you.”

“Well, then let’s see you try. I’ll even give you a choice on where you can have me. Which would you prefer: my place or yours?”

She crossed her arms over her chest, the small bag gently swayed back and froth, hitting her stomach. He weighed the pros and cons of his place or hers and decided that he wanted to finally see where the woman of his dreams lived and slept.

“Your place,” he said.

She threw back her head and laughed, “Cheeky, I like that. Follow me and we’ll see if you’re man enough to dominate me.”

He smiled back at her, confidence flooded him. “Yes, Mistress I am that man.”

She didn’t respond, instead turning around and heading to her car. He watched her pull open her door and slid inside, first one leg then the other. Slamming the door he waited until she had started her car before he proceeded to his SUV. Unlocking it, he slide in and turned on the heat, waiting for the car to heat up. Suddenly the quiet of his car was broken by the shrill sound of his cell phone. He reached into an open pocket of his backpack, flipping it open he saw an unknown number, pressing the talk button he hesitantly said, “Hello?” praying it wouldn’t be one of his friends trying to get him to join them for Christmas.

“Have you been naughty or nice this year Deacon?”

Her soft husky voice filled his hear, slipping down his spine, caressing his dick.

“Do you think you’ve made Santa’s list of being a good little boy, despite your dirty little mind?”

He didn’t answer, not sure he could.

“Can’t answer me can you? We’ll find out when we get to my place, what list you’ve made.”

“I can’t wait to find out,” he said, finally finding his voice.

She laughed and the phone clicked off. He flipped his phone closed, his car was warmed up and ready. He looked toward her parking space and saw she was gone, checking his rear-view, he slowly backed up, once he was completely out of his parking space he looked around for her car and spotted it at the exit. He smiled and drove over, following as she pulled out into the empty street. It took them about ten minutes to reach her apartment complex. He was impressed, her apartment was located in a well to do area. His apartment was on the other side of town, not a bad part, but it wasn’t exactly good either. He followed her into the underground parking lot and found a spot not far from her. He opened his car door and stepped out.

“Ready to play?”

He was startled to find her at his car already. She was leaning against the side of his car casually, holding a black leather messenger bag. She had on a coat that covered her outfit, you could only see the boots, gleaming slightly in the overhead lights. She smiled at him, challenge still sparking in her eyes.

“Very ready, Mistress,” he said as he stepped out of his car.

“If you call me Mistress, should I be calling you Master?” Celia asked.

“I could never be Master to you. You are a representation of the Goddess on Earth, precious, beautiful and free like the wind. I can not tame the wind, nor can I capture a Goddess I can only look on and be thankful to be in your presence.”

“Are you a poet in your spare time?” She asked.

“Yes, I am.”

Her smile faltered, she turned her face away away to hide her reaction, “Let’s go inside, it’s getting cold out here.”

He knew he had touched her, and that pleased him. Grabbing his backpack, he slammed the door of the SUV and pressed the button on the toggle to auto-lock his car. He had to rush to catch up with her, for someone so short she walked quite quickly. She pressed a button for the elevator, a ding, heralded it’s arrival and they stepped in. Hitting the button for the fourth floor, the doors slid shut and they made their way in silence up toward her place, his heartbeat increasing with each floor that passed. Finally they reached her floor and the door slid open. She turned to him, hand reaching up resting on his forearm, something in her eyes made him pause, breath caught in his throat.

“Are you ready?” She asked.

Despite the simple question, he knew she meant more. The question felt was deeper than that. He wasn’t sure how to answer so he just nodded. She nodded in response and they both made their way to her apartment.

Chapter 7

Celia unlocked the door to her apartment. She felt dizzy, her heart beating so fast it was hard to breath properly. Panic slowly rising within her, she stepped back, letting him precede her into her domain. She couldn’t help but feel a sense of insecurity come over her, wondering what he would think of her residence. Would he like it, or think it was too simple, too empty? She wasn’t the type of woman to clutter her personal space; she liked things orderly and straightforward. Her walls were painted robin’s egg blue, the floors almost bare except for the occasional rug. Black and white furniture and accents decorated her apartment. She flipped on the light switch and waited for him to say something, anything. His head moved this way and that, taking her in apartment. He walked further into the living room, she stepped inside and closed the door quietly behind her. She put her bag down on a nearby dark wooden chair and waited. A sudden urge to fill the silence overcame her.

“Can I take your jacket?” She asked.

She needed something to do, having him in her home was making her nervous. She had the urge to make him more comfortable, at ease in her environment. She no longer just wanted to fuck him and let it go; after all, she had to work with him. She bit back a groan just realizing what was happening tonight would affect them for however long they worked at Pepperton.

Why hadn’t I thought of that before, she groaned to herself silently.

He turned around finally and she waited for him to make a comment. His face was unreadable. He dropped his backpack on the floor and unzipped his jacket, his eyes never leaving hers. She reached a hand for it, as he shrugged it off but he just let if fall to the floor and her hand dropped to her side.

“No more games.” He said gruffly. “I need you. I need to be inside of you.”

She drew in a breath, her knees weak. The look of bold desire and his rough voice made her wet and breathless. This was different from any of the other relationships she’d been in, and for the first time in her life she was conflicted, not knowing whether to give in or walk away. She hadn’t realized until now how much her friendship with Deacon meant to her. Yes, she had sucked him off, and yes she did want him, but what would happen after all of this was over? Would he just walk away? Ignore her? Treat her like so many men had in the past? He was different from those men - that was for sure - and now, here he was, standing before her, wanting her, needing her, trusting her. She didn’t want this to end with just sex.

“Deacon . . .”

“Don’t, don’t stop this. I know you want this and I want this.”

“But what will happen in the morning?”

He stepped over his dropped jacket and bag, making his way over to her. His hand slid over her cheek and she turned her face into his touch.

“Whatever happens, happens- but I do know this much, I want to be with you,” he said. “Do you want to be with me? Do you want me as much I as I want you?”

She turned her face until her lips touched the pad of his thumb, and kissing it lightly she let her tongue flick out for a taste. He slid his hands further up, burying them in her hair. The pins in her hair flew in all directions, the wavy tresses tumbling down to her shoulders. His fingers ran through the silky threads, more pins falling to the floor with small metallic sounds. His fingers started to gently massage her scalp.

“You look beautiful, I love it when your hair is down. You hardly wear it like that.”

She blushed and averted her eyes, “Well it’s easier to have it back, that way no worries about catching it on fire with the Bunsen burner or something.”

“Regardless, you look beautiful.”

Her eyes moved to meet his, the truth weighed there in those beautiful dark green orbs.

“Deacon . . .”

“Trust me like I trust in you. I know it’s hard. We don’t really know each other. But I know you won’t hurt me on purpose. I know you’re a good person, and I know that I adore everything about you,” he said. “We can’t turn back the clock and forget what happened in the library, and I wanted it to happen. I don’t know how you knew what I was into, but I’m grateful that you accept it and were willing to do it. You didn’t call me a freak or verbally abuse me, or hurt me when you had the chance. You gave me the best damn blow job I’ve ever had, and now I want to show you what it would feel like to be with me.” He took a breath, inhaling the floral scent that surrounded her. “Let me in, let me taste you, explore every inch of this gorgeous body of yours. Let me be yours.”

Any minute now she expected her knees to give out. If any of her friends had been there, they would have been insisting on planning a wedding and announcing to everyone that she had found the one.

“Please,” He continued, “let me show you I can be the man for you. Forget the sub and dom stuff for a moment. I want to focus on the man and woman thing. I want to be with you and I will keep telling you this over and over again until you believe me.”

She raised a finger and pressed it to his lips, his teeth scrapped sensitive skin of the pad of her finger, and she shivered. It was too damn hot in the room, she was wearing too many clothes and she ached for him to fill her pussy, claiming it as his and only his.

“Don’t say another word, you’ve won me over,” she said, grabbing his wrists and pulling them down. His fingertips skimmed the skin of her shoulders, through the fur of her costume and over the tips of her beaded nipples. Her hands dropped away and his fingers stopped over the aching buds. He licked his lips and she moaned when his hands became filled with her breasts. He squeezed them gently, weighing them in his hands before running his thumbs over her sensitive mounds. He took her nipples between his fingers, rolling them through the fabric, then tugging them gently before rolling them again. Her head dropped back, back arching.

“Harder, I need it harder.”

“Yes, Celia, tell me what you want?” He rolled her nipples harder and then tugged on them.

“Yessss, like that. You don’t have to be gentle with me.”

“As you wish.”

She opened her eyes and watched his head lower, through the thin material his tongue flicked out to touch the tip of the mound, one pass and then another, each swipe increasing in pressure until he captured the bud with his teeth, tugging on it, hard, a gentle nip before sucking it into his mouth.

“Oh, god.”

He pulled back and proceeded to show the other breast the same treatment. Electricity and heat danced through her, aching throbs of need pulsed in time with her heart beat. She wanted to touch herself, relieve the ache inside. He tugged down the top of her dress, exposing her damp tits to the cool air of the room.

“So perfect,” He murmured before sucking a nipple back into his mouth.

“Deacon.” Celia moaned.

His teeth scrapped her sensitive nub, before his tongue soothed the sting. He took as much of her mound into his mouth as he could, the pull of his lips and the scrape of his teeth bringing her closer and closer to going over the edge. It had been so long since she’d been with a lover who knew how to please her. Her toes curled in her boots as he kissed his way to her other breast, again tugging and scraping until she was so wound up she couldn’t think of anything but how good it felt to be with him, how she ached to have him inside of her. He release her nipple with a pop and started to kiss his way down, nipping her here and there, tugging her dress down as he went. His tongue swirled in the indentation of her navel before move down, running along the elastic waist band of her G-string silk panties. He kissed her through the soft material, his breath causing the fabric to become moist. Her dress pooled around her feet. She waited for his next move, breathless and aching.

“Are you wet for me, love? Ready for me to fill you up and fuck you?”

She nodded, not trusting herself to speak.

“I need to hear you say it. Say that you want me. That you want me to fuck you, hard.”

Another flood of moisture, her pussy throbbed at the growled order.

“Fuck me Deacon, fuck me hard. I need to have you inside of me.”

He took hold of one ankle and lifted her leg, removing the dress from around her foot, and she leaned forward, placing a hand on his shoulder for balance. He tilted his face upward and captured a nipple that had been gently swaying over his head. She gasped as he bit down hard on her nipple. Her foot was placed down on the ground. Licking the throbbing tit, he lifted her other leg.

He pulled back his mouth, “Keep your leg up.”

She kept her balance as he slid the dress to the side. Taking hold of her ankle he gently pulled her foot back to the floor, her stance a little wider than before. His palms slid upward, running over her stocking covered legs, not stopping until he reached her hips. Hooking his fingers into the bands of her G-string, he pulled, a loud snap echoed off the walls of the apartment. Her panties, now a scrap of black silk, fell to the floor.

“You smell so good. I can’t wait to devour you. I plan on eating you until you come, lapping every delicious drop of cream you give me, and then I’ll start all over again, over and over until you can’t take it anymore and beg me to fuck you, hard. You’re mine now, all mine.”

Celia felt dizzy with desire, his words increasing her need for him. Cream slid down her thigh, absorbed by the already wet tops of her stockings. She opened her mouth to say something but nothing came out. She dropped her head forward, looking down at him, watching him as he looked at her bare mound. Moving forward, his hand gripped her hips and he kissed her exposed flesh. The first touch of his tongue on her blood engorged clit sent a shock wave of pleasure through her.

“Fuck,” was all she could utter before a small cry left her lips as he sucked the nub into his mouth. His lips pulling hard on her aching clit, his hands slid down until he could slid his thumbs between her thighs, they massaged her nether lips, running over them up and down, increasing the pressure with every swipe.

“Deacon, yes, eat me.”

He released her clit and his thumbs moved to the side as he started to explore her sopping pussy. She was in absolute heaven, losing her mind with each caress of the thick muscle. First, he explored her pussy lips just with the tip of his finger, then ran it along her labia before circling her clit again. She grabbed handfuls of hair, not wanting to be teased.

“Deacon, eat me,” she demanded.

His eyes rolled up to meet hers, before sucking her aching nub into his mouth, eyes hard, filled with determination. His lips pulled on her clit, hard, teeth scrapping the sensitive bud.

“Don’t play with me.” She growled.

He sucked hard, causing her to cry out. His hand slid to the backs of her thighs until his fingertips found her sopping entrance. His index finger circled her opening, smearing her juices, her inner muscles clenching and unclenching, needing something to stretch the walls, wanting to be filled.

“Fuck me, Deacon, finger fuck me.”

He released her clit with a popping, his lips smeared and glistening with her cream.

“So demanding, is my mistress.” He said smiling. With a thrust he filled her with two fingers at once.

“Jesus!”

“I’m not Jesus sweetie, I’m Deacon. Now, say it, say my name as I fuck you.” He pulled his finger back until just the tips were inside of her, then thrust them back in again. Her aching channel clutched at his digits greedily.

“Yes, Deacon, oh yes! Fuck me like that, harder! Fuck me! Eat me!”

Her head tilted back, savoring being filled, his lips sucking her clit back into his mouth as his fingers slid in and out of her hot, wet tunnel. He inserted one more finger, stretching her further. Juice leaked over his hand, slipping down slowly. The air filled with the scent of her sex, the room echoing the sound of her heavy breathing.

“Yes, Deacon, like that, mmmmm, just like that… ”

Harder and harder he thrust and sucked, her orgasm coming closer and closer. Her hand started to roll and pinch her nipples, tugging the turgid peaks, pleasure rushing through her with every pull of his mouth, every thrust of his fingers, every roll of her nipple. Heat washed through her as her orgasm coiled tighter within her. And then she exploded, the coil bursting as Deacon bit down on her clit. Her back bowed, her inner walls clamping down on his fingers as her grip on his hair tightened and she screamed. Her cream coated his hand as he kept thrusting into her through her peak, letting go of her clit only to suck it back into his mouth, while his other hand slide over her ass, caressing it, he ran his fingers over her crack, slipping his fingers between her cheeks, he found her puckered dark hole, stroked it, rimming it with her juices.

She arched against his touch, begging him silently to fill her back passage. He teased her, slipping just the tips into her dark hole.

“More.” She cried out.

She wanted to be filled, but he had other ideas. His hand slid over one ass cheek, giving it a firm slap. Heat blossomed through her lower half, increasing her pleasure. Caressing her ass, soothing the sting before giving her another firm smack. More heat, her stomach tightened as another orgasm began to form. Each smack, each thrust, each tug of his lips brought her closer and closer. She tugged and pinched her nipples harder, her juices leaking faster and faster, until another orgasm washed over her. He continued to suck on her clit, although now he had stopped thrusting, stopped spanking her. With one last suck and a quick swipe of is tongue, he pulled away, as she started to lose her balance, he caught her before she could hit the ground, the last thing that went through her mind was his name before darkness consumed her.

Chapter 8

He managed to lift her as he slowly started to stand. His knees ached from being on the hardwood floor, and his cock and balls throbbed. He ignored his discomfort and managed to stand, carrying her to the nearby black sofa. Gently laying her down, he ignored the way her legs opened gently, revealing her slick sex to his greedy eyes. Closing her legs gently, he tried to get himself under control. As much as he wanted to be buried balls deep inside of her, now was not the time - she wasn’t even awake. He looked around her apartment, taking in the blue walls, black furniture and silver accents. This was not what he pictured when trying to figure out what type of living environment she inhabited. He had always thought of her as a more soft and cozy kind of woman. This room screamed of simplicity to the point of almost being cold. Hardly any pictures hung on the walls, the furniture was very boxy, no curves or softness. He couldn’t picture her full bodied laugh echoing off the walls or her snuggling deeper into the sofa with a throw over her legs and a good book in her lap. It was as if someone else lived here, someone that wasn’t the beautiful, warm person he knew Celia to be.

Moving through her apartment, he found her kitchen, bathroom and finally her bedroom. Flicking on the lights, his eyes roamed over the room he felt suited her best. The bed was piled high with soft pillows of all shapes and sizes, the comforter large and fluffy in a sienna color. The gold, blue and brown throw at the end of the bed was thick and soft looking. The furniture had rounded corners, although still black, there was softness to it, as if she used this furniture more than any there in her place. The deep, overstuffed wingback chair’s seat looked dented and much used; the dark wood side table had a few cup rings on it. Fresh flowers on the dresser brought a sense of softness to the room, more feminine. What looked like jewelry boxes of various heights, sizes and shape sat neatly organized on one side of the surface and a chair next to it had silk scarves all neatly folded on the seat. Her perfume was more prevalent here. He inhaled deeply, savoring the scent that always made him think of late nights, secret meetings and sex.

He spotted two doors in the corner, opposite to each other. He headed in that direction and decided to try the door in front of him, hoping it was the bathroom. Turning the knob he pulled the door open and found himself looking into her closet. There was a variety of clothes crowding each other on wooden hangers, and shoes lined the floor, neatly arranged by height and style. On the back of the door was hanging belts and small rack, where arranged by size was a small collection of floggers and riding crops. He reached out, caressing a riding crop with a black wooden handle and heart shaped leather end. Taking it out of it’s holder he gently stroked the shaft and butter-soft end, a smile playing on his lips. Thoughts of what they could do with it rushed through his mind.

Putting the crop back in its place, he gave the closet one more look before shutting the door and opening the other. Here was the bathroom he had sought. Finding a wash cloth, he wet it with warm water, squeezed the excess liquid out, and went back to the living room. He sank down to his knees before her, spreading her legs, cleaning her dried juices from her thighs, slowly running the rough cloth over the lips of her sex, around her clit, over the petals of her labia and around her opening. He inhaled the heady scent of his woman. He cleaned off his hand and went back to the bathroom to rinse out the cloth. Stepping out of the small room he looked over her bed trying to decide how best to place her.

He removed all the pillows carefully piling them up in the wingback chair and on the floor before the bed. He returned to her and slipped his arms under her warm, body. She snuggled close to him, burying her head against his shoulder. He closed his eyes savoring the moment. He would put her to bed and leave. It wasn’t what he had planned on, he wanted to stay, to wake up with her and make love to her, but this was all new to her. He had seen her hesitation, the worry in her eyes, wondering what would happen after tonight. Treating her like something, fragile and delicate, he laid her down, she turned onto her side, pulling the cover up over her shoulders, he placed a kiss on the top of her head and left the room. He would return in the morning to talk to her, but for now he would let her rest. He turned off the light in the bedroom and gathered his things in the living room.

He had just opened the door when he heard her voice, calling his name softly.

“Deacon? Deacon where are you?”

He debated with himself, wanting to leave, let her rest and then talk in the morning, but his aching groin won out, he closed the door softly and locked it, hung up his coat and put his backpack on the floor near the door. He turned and took a deep breath, readjusting himself before he managed to make his way back to her bedroom, guided by the light coming through the door. He had just arrived at the door to her bedroom when he realized that she didn’t have a Christmas tree up, no lights, no decorations could be seen anywhere.

He shook his head. Tomorrow, I’ll rectify that, he thought to himself.

He crossed the threshold and found her sitting up, covers thrown back, deliciously nude. Her cocoa skin glowing, her dark brown eyes sparkling, she looked beautiful in the afterglow.

“Where did you go?” she asked, her voice soft and husky, like velvet running over his skin.

“I was going to leave,” he gulped, resisting the urge to join her on the bed. He ached to take her in his arms and caress her skin, using his hands to arouse her to fever pitch.

He watched as she trailed her fingertips over her collarbone, then down between her breasts, over her stomach and stop at her mound. She opened her legs wide and her fingers continued the journey. Her back arched and she moaned. He watched as she touched herself, biting his lip, wanting to move toward her and replace her hand with his mouth. He longed to taste the tangy juices of her sex again, feel her ride his mouth until she climaxed.

“Deacon, don’t you want to stay?”

She turned her head, her hand continuing to move between her thighs, the scent of her cream filling the air, tempting him closer and closer to the precipice. She slid down, until her back was flat on the mattress, her hair spilled out like wavy across the pillow. She elevated her hips and her hand picked up the pace.

“Come to me Deacon, fuck me. I want to feel you inside of me, stretching me, making it hurt so good,” she moaned, rubbing herself faster and faster.

He hadn’t realized until that second that his hand, acting on it’s own accord, had started to rub his crotch, caressing his hardened khaki covered shaft. He stopped what he was doing, and then took off his glasses and put them on the nearby chest of drawers. He then pulled his shirt over his head and started to unbutton his pants. He looked to find her watching him, eyes narrowed and glistening behind her dark eyelashes as her hand continued to move, slower this time. He took the tab of the zipper and pulled it down, then shoved his pants down. His cock, the head now an angry purple, sprung up, the tip already glisten with pre-cum. He leaned down and managed to get off his shoes and socks, then straightened letting her take her fill of him, hoping she found him appealing.

Sure she had sucked him off in the library, but now they were going to have sex. Sex was on completely different level then a blow job. Sex was more intimate, more personal to him. He stepped out of pants leaned down and picked them up again, taking out his wallet, he pulled out a small aluminum packet, letting the fabric fall to the ground. He debated on whether to let her put the condom on him or not. He decided he couldn’t wait so he ripped open the foil package and rolled the condom on his aching dick. He walked toward her, cock bobbing softly with each step. He didn’t dare touch himself; he was too close to coming. He stood over her, his eyes raking her body which was already coated with a fine sheen of sweat. She stopped what she was doing and raised her hand toward him, fingers coated with her juices, he leaned down, lapping each digit, savoring the sweet taste of her cream.

He nibbled on the tips of her fingers, scrapping each sensitive pad with his teeth, and Celia shivered, pulling her fingers out of his mouth. She slid her fingers between her thighs, spreading her already slick pussy lips, he could see her dark pink sex glistening as she circled her engorged bud with a single digit. He reached out and grabbed her hand, stopping her action.

“Stop, it’s time I fucked you.”

He let go of her hand and she spread her legs wider, making room for him. His eyes roved her body one more time before moving onto the bed. Positioning himself over her, he looked into her eyes, knowing that this wasn’t going to be the fucking he promised her. He felt too much, and once he was inside her, things between them would truly change. There would be no going back; they wouldn’t be friends, couldn’t be friends. Balancing on one hand, he caressed her face gently, looking into her eyes adoringly, unable to hide his feelings anymore. She tried to look away, close her eyes but he wouldn’t let her.

“Look at me,” he whispered. “Don’t shy away from me. This is how I feel. There are no words that I can say that would adequately describe my emotions, but I can’t hide them anymore. Once I’m inside you, with you, things will change more than they have already. Are you ready?” He put his hand down and waited, his body held taunt over her, waiting, watching.

It seemed like decades had gone by when she finally opened her mouth and spoke.

“I’m ready Deacon.”

She reached up and skimmed her fingers over his cheek, down his neck, over his chest, his abdomen, through his wiry pubic hair and took hold of his cock, squeezing him gently. He lowed his hips, moving them forward, as she guided his shaft to her entrance, and with one thrust he was inside of her. She gasped, her body arching toward him, her legs wrapped around his hips. Her arms wrapped around his neck as her mouth opened in silent surprise.

His head lowered and he took her lips in soft tender kiss, tongue slipping into the wet, warm cavern of her mouth. He stilled over her, loving the way her slick, hot channel grabbed hold of his cock. He closed his eyes, savoring the feeling of finally being inside her, his lips moving over hers like a seductive dance.

Pulling back, she took hold of his bottom lip and sucked it into her mouth, scrapping it lightly with her teeth, and he groaned. She let go of his bottom lip and opened her mouth, “Move, Deacon, fuck me, I need you to fuck me.”

His hips moved back, he then thrust forward.

“Harder Deacon, I need you to fuck me harder.”

“As you wish, Mistress.” He panted, sliding out of her, keeping on the head of his cock within her before he thrust forward.

“Faster, Deacon, fuck me faster.” She whimpered.

He thrust harder and faster, her wet heat sucking him back in, squeezing him so sweetly.

“Oh god, Celia, your pussy feels so good.”

She raised her head and kissed him passionately, her own hips meeting his thrusts. Jerking back, her head fell to the bed.

“Yes, Deacon, like that, fuck me, like that. Your cock feels so good inside of me.” Keeping one arm wrapped around his neck, she reached between them, rubbing her clit, her hardened nipples rubbing against his chest, their bodies’ slick, sliding against each other.

“Fuck me, Deacon, fuck me!”

He was lost in the timeless dance of their bodies, the back of her heels bouncing against his ass, her lush curves rubbing against the hardened planes of his body. Her inner walls clutched his dick, squeezing him, bringing him closer and closer to climax.

“Oh fuck Deacon!”

He thrust into her harder, her breasts rubbing against his chest, and she rubbed her clit frantically, her inner walls clenching his cock, trying to milk him of his seed. He wanted her to come first, but he was so close, she was so tight, he wasn’t sure how long he could hold on. He felt her stiffen under him, her back arched, mouth open in a silent cry, her nails digging into his shoulders. He brought his head down, giving her a possessive kiss as she came. He thrust into her harder and faster, pistoning his hips, her inner walls clutching his cock. He felt it coming, a shiver, like fingers skipping down his spine, and an intense orgasm rolled over him as he came deep inside of her womb, thrusting four times before collapsing on top of her, breathless, strength sapped from him.

Celia kissed him softly, and he moved off of her slowly, breathing hard. He looked at her, taking in her beauty and couldn’t stop himself. Leaning over he kissed her tenderly on the temple.

“I love you,” he muttered quietly as her eyes drifted closed, sleep overcoming her.

Chapter 9

They spent Christmas Day together. Deacon went out and got her a tree, lights, decorations - the whole shebang. They spent the day setting everything up, with her complaining the whole way.

“I’m going to have to take it down after New Years,” she whined.

“Stop whining, I’ll help you,” he laughed, hanging a small fabric glass ball on a branch.

“Where am I going to put all this stuff?” She asked.

“We’ll find a place.”
“But, my apartment is small, not enough closet space.”

“Celia, stop whining or I will spank that delicious ass of yours.”

“I thought I was in charge?” She turned to him, giving him a challenging look.

“You are, but you’re acting like a petulant child, I get to be in charge,” he responded not looking at her.

“Oh, so you’re the Master here, now?”

“No, I told you, I can’t control you, but when you’re acting like a bratty child, someone’s got to be in charge.”

She laughed, “You’re just too cute, let’s finish this up and open presents.”

“You got me another present?” He looked at her shocked. He had thought last night, at the library was his only present.

“Of course, I had to fulfill the twenty buck obligation.”

“Celia, who would I tell if you didn’t get me a present that costs twenty bucks? Last night was present enough for me,” he said.

“I would know that I hadn’t fulfilled my Secret Santa obligation, since as you’ve already guessed I’m your Secret Santa.”

“Celia, you didn’t have to.”

“I wanted to do, now shut up and go sit on the couch,” She said as she left the room.

Deacon put down the empty box of Christmas ornaments and sat down on the couch, taking in the now decorated room. There was mistletoe hanging over the front door, and the small, plastic tree was positioned in an open space near the kitchen. The apartment looked a bit cheerier than before, and he smiled. It had been some work convincing her to decorate her place and put up a tree, but he managed to do it. Now all that needed to be done was deciding what would be for Christmas dinner.

She came back into the room holding a small wrapped parcel. She extended it to him shyly, he took the box, perplexed as to what would make her so shy around him. For goodness sake, she’d been able to talk about faking orgasms in front of him; surely that had be more embarrassing then what was in this box. He turned it this way and that, the holographic wrapping paper changing with the light and angle. He carefully opened the present, taking care not to tear the paper, pulling the lid off the box, he shook his head, smiling. She had gotten him a CD of one of his favorite jazz bands. Looking up he beamed at her.

“Thank you, how’d you know I like this band? I never told you.” He said, smiling.

“I guessed,” she said smiling back at him.

He nodded, now understanding why she had been so shy, she had been unsure of her present to him, not knowing if he would like it or not.

“I love it, thank you and now for your present.”

He stood up, placing the box, CD and wrapping paper on the sofa, and he headed for his backpack sitting by the front door. He unzipped the main compartment and pulled out a small rectangular package. Dropping the bag to the floor he went back over to her. She sat the sofa, toying with the hem of her shirt. He paused and took took in her outfit fully; he had been so busy trying to make her apartment more Christmas-like that he hadn’t noticed what she was wearing. She had on an oversized sweatshirt with a giant reindeer on it with a red nose, holding a martini glass with an olive in, underneath the picture it said, ‘Yeah, this is really why nose is so damn red. Got a problem with that?’ in small, green letters. She wore jeans, her toes squirming in just socks. He chuckled and Celia looked up him, eyes narrowing.

“What’s so funny?”

“Your shirt, it’s cute. Why don’t you wear that to school?”

Her eyes widened.

“I’m not Kit, I can’t get away with it.” She smiled. “Kit has magical powers that allow her to get away with talking about medicinal marijuana in class. And I’m not Sasha - Mr. Joseph is scared of her, that’s why she didn’t get fired when she read the Vagina Monologues in class, even after parents complained.” Celia sighed, snuggling deeper into the couch. “I just don’t have the balls to do that kind of thing, and I like my job, so I don’t feel the need to push the rules like Kit and Sasha do.”

He hadn’t known that before. She always seemed so ready to take things on.

“So if you wore that shirt you’d get in trouble?”

She nodded. “Mr. Joseph knows I need this job and I like this job too much to lose it, so he’s got the advantage there. Can I ask you something?”

“Sure.” Pushing the box and wrapping paper aside, he sat down next to her.

“Why aren’t you spending time with your family or any one else?” she asked.

Deacon shrugged. “It’s not a bad thing. My parents tend to go away for the holidays and I don’t go with them, since I don’t really like to travel. All my brothers and sisters like to spend time with their respective in-laws, so that leaves me all alone, which I don’t mind. No chaos or kids running around or messes to clean, just the way I like it.”

“But you’re spending Christmas with me, why?”

“Because I want to,” he smiled as he extended his gift toward her. He could see his words sinking in. Normally he preferred spending the holidays alone, but this time he had the chance to spend it with someone he wanted to spend it with, not people he was obligated to.

She accepted his gift and Deacon watched as she unwrapped it. He had gone well above the twenty dollar spending limit; he had felt she was worth more. He just hoped she would like his present. Just before she lifted the lid to her gift he decided to shoot her question back at her.

“Why are yous spending Christmas me?” he asked.

She paused, silent for a few seconds. It was clear she was thinking very carefully about her answer. Finally she looked him in the eye.

“Because I want to.”

He could see she hadn’t told him everything but he wouldn’t press her. Instead, he smiled at her.

“So looks like we got to spend Christmas with the people we wanted to,” he said, reaching out and tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear. Celia shivered as his finger traced the shell of her ear lightly.

“Open your present,” he said softly.

She looked down and lifted the lid, gasping she took out the rectangular velvet box from the cardboard one.

“Oh my god, Deacon, this is . . . I don’t know . . . oh my god!”

He hoped that she would accept it.

“It’s beautiful,” she said, her voice a hushed whisper as she carefully took the silver necklace out of its box. Hanging off the end was a small charm in the shape of beaker. She giggled holding the charm between her thumb and index finger turning carefully this way and that. A thought occurred to him and he couldn’t pass up the chance to ask her before he forgot.

“How did you know about the dominating thing?” he asked, a blush staining his cheeks.

“I got a letter,” she said, as she continued to examine the charm, her initials engraved on the tiny beaker.

“A letter?” he asked, a sneaky suspicion creeping into his mind.

“Yeah, in my locker, there was a letter that said you like to be dominated and that if I wanted confirmation that I should ask Mistress Sarah at the Aurora Diamond Club.”

He sat up straighter, eyes wide. He couldn’t decide whether to be angry or amused. Shaking his head, looking over at Celia, he couldn’t help but be thankful.

“Do you know who sent it?” she asked, continuing to examining her gift.

“No, no I don’t,” he lied.

“So, what do you want to do for dinner? I can’t cook.”

He stared at her in surprise, he was speechless, for some odd reason he had always assumed that since she was science teacher, she could cook.

“Don’t give me that look,” she said pointedly. “Just because I’m a science teacher does not mean I can cook. Cooking doesn’t interest me. My mom tried and failed to get me interested in it, since she was a chef, but I never got the love for food that my sister did. So either you cook or we order out to one of the few places open today,” she said as she closed the clasp and reached up to touch the charm.

“We’ll order out okay, and you can tell me more about your family.”

She looked uncomfortable so he decided to let it slide.

“Okay,” He said, deciding to change the plan, “How about we order out and watch A Christmas Story, okay?”

“Okay,” she said smiling.

They ordered out and spent the rest of the day watching movies and at night making love. He spent the rest of the Christmas and New Year vacation with her.

Chapter 10

“Jessie why did you tell her?”

Jessie looked up from her morning coffee, her face a mask of innocence.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she said.

“Yes you do.”

“Deacon, dear, stop being so paranoid, I have no idea what you’re talking about. Please sit down and have some coffee.” She gestured to the empty visitor’s chair.

He sighed, knowing Jessie wouldn’t just come right out and tell him, he had to play her game first before he got answers. He got a cup and saucer, poured himself some coffee and sat down. Waiting for the liquid in his cup to cool, he thought about how to get the information out of her.

“I slept with her, the sex was amazing,” He said leisurely,

“We spent Christmas and New Year’s together. We are officially a couple. So… how was your vacation?”

Jessie spewed coffee all over her desk, soaking the papers she was reading with the brown liquid. She looked up, glaring at him as she carefully blotted her face with a tissue, then the desk, and last the papers.

“Deacon, did you have to do that?”

“Yes,” he took a calm sip of his coffee.

“Why?” she asked incredulously.

“Because I’m sure you wanted to know,” he grinned.

“No, I didn’t. I didn’t need to know Deacon. You could have just said that you spent the vacation with her. No details other than that needed.”

“I didn’t say it was Celia.”

“You didn’t have to dork.”

“You think you know me so well, don’t you?” he said.
“I do, I’m your best friend Deacon.”

Deacon shook his head. “You wrote that letter didn’t you?”

She looked at him innocently, no longer blotting the papers on her desk.

“Jess, just tell me please. Did you or did you not tell her in a letter that I liked being dominated.”

Jessie sighed, “Yes.”

“Why?”

“You know why. You always spend Christmas alone, I didn’t want that for you this year, so I decided to nudge the two of you together.”

“For all you know she could have decided to spend Christmas with her family.”

“I took a chance, that paid off.”

He shook his head as he watched her shrug. It had paid off and for that he could only be grateful.

“So, next year, I have permission to talk to Mason Joseph for you.”

She put down her coffee cup on the desk carefully, a neutral mask on her face.

“No, Deacon you don’t. Mason, is my issue not yours.”

“But Jess, you still love him.”

“That may be and I have to work with him, but don’ t you go butting in. It won’t do any good.”

“Jess, just tell me please. Did you or did you not tell her in a letter that I liked being dominated?”

Jessie sighed, “Yes.”

“Why?”

“You know why,” she answered. “You always spend Christmas alone, and I didn’t want that for you this year, so I decided to nudge the two of you together.”

“For all you know she could have decided to spend Christmas with her family.”

“I took a chance, one that paid off.”

He shook his head as he watched her shrug. It had paid off, and for that he could only be grateful.

“So, next year,” he said, “I have permission to talk to Mason Joseph for you.”

She put down her coffee cup on the desk carefully, a neutral mask on her face.

“No, Deacon you don’t. Mason, is my issue not yours.”

“But Jess, you still love him.”

“That may be and I have to work with him, and don’t you go butting in. It won’t do any good.”

“Jess, come on, just one word and he’ll . . . ”

She cut him off. “No, Deacon, don’t say a word, do you hear me. Not . . . one . . . word.”

As much as he wanted to say something, he decided not to, it would do no good. Jessie had made up her mind on the Mason Joseph issue, and Deacon wasn’t going to interfere.

“Fine.”

“Thank you, now get going, classes start soon and I have a meeting with Headmaster Joseph.”

Deacon finished his coffee and handed Jessie his cup and saucer. “Bye weirdo.”

“Bye dork.”

With that parting sentiment, Deacon left her office.

* * * * * *

“So, what happened?” Kit asked, eager for some news about Celia’s vacation.

“Let’s just say I had a great vacation, with Deacon,” Celia said, sipping water from her bottle.

It was lunch time and the women were all sitting around a table in the student cafeteria, discussing their vacations.

“Yes! I knew it, he did want you.” Dani said.

Celia grinned.

“So, are you a couple?” Kit asked, grinning.

“Yes, but we decided to take it slow.” Celia said before sipping her water slowly.

“So sex before the first date is slow?” Dani asked grinning.

Sasha interrupted Celia before she could retort. “Whatever the order they did it in, they’re dating now, so let’s drop the subject.”

“He was my Secret Santa by the way, I’ll show you what he got me after school.” Celia said, smiling.

“A tattoo of your name on his ass?” Kit asked giggling.

“No!”

“Damn, I wanted to see that nice ass of his.” Dani said laughing. Sasha sighed and shook her head.

“So, Sasha, how did Peter react to your gift?” Dani asked.

“I have no clue, I just gave him his present and left it at that.”

“Oookay, so who was your secret Santa?” Kit asked.

Sasha sipped her green tea slowly before answering, “It was Tessa Yamagata.”

“Oh man,” Dani groaned, “She gives the worst presents. She gave me a fruitcake last year.”

Kit shuddered, “She gave me a gift certificate to a hardware store. What the hell am I going to do with that? I happen to like hiring a guy to do my hardware stuff. There’s always a chance he could be hot. So, Dani how’d Tony like his . . . uh, what did you get him?”

“I got him a pony.”

“WHAT?!” Kit and Celia exclaimed.

Dani snickered, “You guys are so gullible. I got him a bikini calendar.”

“That’s it?” Celia asked.

“Yeah.”

“Why?” Kit blurted out.

“Because he’s guy, and guys like bikini calenders. You know, almost naked women in water, looking sexy.” Dani said.

Sasha finally interjected, “Forgive me but does Tony seem like the type of guy who likes bikini calendars?”

Dani shrugged, “He’s the school mechanic, they have half naked calendars in the garage, so I put two and two together. Tony equals bikini calendar.”

Sasha shook her head, “Just because he likes cars doesn’t mean he likes bikini calendars… I’m just saying.”

Dani shrugged. “Too late now.”

Sasha shook her head and turned to Kit. “So, Kit how’d Doug like his . . . what did you get him?”

“I got him a shaving kit - practical and impersonal.”

“Aftershave?” Dani asked.

“Nope, just a shaving kit.”

They were interrupted by the arrival of Deacon.

“Hey lover boy, take a seat next to your woman,” Kit said, moving out of her chair next to Celia.

“Thank You, hey guys. Celia,” He gave her quick kiss on her cheek and sat down. “What’d I miss?”

“Nothing,” Celia said, moving her chair closer to him.

“Not nothing, she was telling us about the tattoo of her name on your ass,” Dani said grinning.

Celia shook her head and Deacon sighed as he put an arm around her. No matter what happened this is how things would be now, and he wouldn’t have it any other way - just as long as she was with him.