I looked down at the note in my hand. I knew who it was from. The only man on the planet that knew where I’d be at any moment. He was better at this than I was, and it might have made me a little salty.
Bold letters etched into the paper, it read:
“Secret Santa isn’t any fun, anyway.”
Today was about honing in on some of my targets, not playing games with the man who kept getting in the way of my work. The last interaction I had with him got me my carving knife back, but a rendezvous with him again might have me losing it again in a stupid game of capture the flag.
Fuck Reaper, I thought, stuffing the crinkled note back into my pocket.
With the elites breathing down my neck, making me nervous for my own life, I needed to find this student from campus today at the Christmas parade. If I didn’t find him, I’d have to stake out all night to snag him. The close-knit circles of the elites were on edge, barely holding on with the news coming out of two of the biggest families in Willow Bay.
Lucky me, that meant I had no shortage of work and every knife at my throat—unless I wanted to get blackballed out of life or just die. There was no winning or losing here. Just the endless games.
Happy faces and jolly tunes played as the parade slowly dragged on. My eyes scanned the crowds of people, hoping to pick out the problematic kid to get my day over with. I wanted a real Christmas vacation, not whatever the fuck this job was.
After too many cookies and watching for this guy to poke enough of his face out that I could get him off of the main street, and out enough to figure an extraction from the Whitmore’s people…
I double-checked my phone with his picture. That guy across the street, two buildings down, looked like him.
Fuck, could I have gone home before midnight? I hoped so.
Look left, look right. Don’t get run over by a float. Or… do. What do I care?
Slipping through the break in the floats, I couldn’t wait to track this kid down and get on with my night. Elusive little whistleblowers got the better of my schedule every fucking time. The crowd whistled and cheered along with the jolly music about mistletoe and Santa while I weaved between them all in pursuit.
The kid in the photo, named Geoff with a ‘G’—shouldn’t it sound like ‘gee-off’ looking like that?—took a left down the street. I followed just far enough that he wouldn’t see me coming when he was finally alone somewhere.
Drug him, drag him, call the boys to slap him.
Just my usual weekend.
It would be so easy considering the way he walked. A few drinks in him made him pliable enough that he wouldn’t fuss much until I got him to where I needed him to go. Maybe Christmas was coming early for me.
But that was just a fantastical ideal. The real world had no such plans for me.
Someone in a Santa outfit, concealed by a deep red mask, bumped into me. I didn’t take much notice while I stalked my prey, but–
A hand I didn’t see coming reached out and curled itself into my hair. I got yanked into an alleyway before I made it to the corner to follow my guy and set up the extraction.
“Merry fuckin’ Christmas,” I sighed. My breath puffed out like smoke in the brisk air of winter, making me miss the times I was able to spend in a hot tub literally anywhere else but Willow Bay. “Can you stop grabbing my hair if you’re not going to do it in the proper way a lady prefers?”
He chuckled. “I told you to take the holidays off and keep your nose where it belonged. What’s with you being such a fucking little troublemaker?”
“You know nothing about keeping your nose where it belongs,” I scoffed, trying to yank my hair back with no such luck. This huge man was not only a giant pain in my ass, but stronger than any of these brutes I came across. You wouldn’t know it by looking at him, but he was also smarter than them.
Previous military, we all knew it. Some form of special forces that made him deadlier than anyone we’d ever come across and quieter than any thief the night could produce. If Reaper was on your case…good luck getting out of his grip.
“If you let me finish my job, maybe I won’t stab you again. Heavy on the maybe. We can work out our differences later, and I’ll even buy you a beer.” Olive branch offered, his eyes didn’t change.
I didn’t think I had a chance. A girl had to try, right?
“Oh no, little girl. You’re fucking mine now. No one—and I mean no one—has gotten away with what you have by even an inch.” He yanked my hair tighter, forcing me to look in his eyes while in his ridiculous costume. “So let me tell you how this is going to go down. You’re coming with me down this alley, and I’m going to do what I see fit in the backroom of that bar.”
My lips parted, and my pussy betrayed me. Damn, girl, down!
I was seriously going to pay for this—now, with him, and later, with my family. Alas, what’s a girl to do?
Kicking out, he side-stepped my advance like he knew what I was going to try before I even thought of it. The man even knew I would try to reduce the tension he had on my ponytail and grabbed my wrist before I got a swing out.
“Fight all you want,” he murmured. “But I have the upper hand. We can work out business later because all I’ve been thinking about is how to properly punish a girl like you.”
Well, fuck me sideways. I couldn’t tell if Reaper taking an interest in me was the worst thing that could have ever happened to me…or the best. Excitement lit up my body, and I accepted my cruel, lust-filled fate.
Reaper, Reaper, Reaper… What is a man like you doing in Willow Bay? If I could stay close enough to him to discover his secrets, that’s what I planned to do. He may have had answers locked up in the Vaughn estate that could buy me my freedom.
So, as a proper businesswoman, I let him drag me down the alleyway with my newfound plan to keep him busy enough that I could get out from under the thumb of the elites and have a little fun in the process.
“Cat got your tongue?” He said, shoving me through the door to the back of the bar. “Or have you accepted your fate?”
“Maybe,” I quipped. Maybe the way to him was through him. Though I didn’t have a solid plan yet.
Would post-nut clarity help?
I hoped so.
Reaper shoved me to the ground in the near dark of the room. “Strip.”
My mouth actually fell open in shock. “What?”
“Show me you aren’t wearing a wire and getting in the way of Vaughn operations.”
That’s how he wanted to play it, the asshole. Pride flared in my chest, and I spitefully peeled off my outer layers—a jacket, scarf, and sweater, leaving me in a tank top and jeans while I glared at him.
He crossed his arms and tapped his boot to the ground twice. “ If I have to do it, you’re not going to be able to leave here with any clothes left.” Kneeling down, putting his masked face too close for comfort, he whispered, “All of it, troublemaker.”
Seeing him in a Santa get-up and a red mask might have spiked my roleplay thoughts, but I knew it wasn’t going to be jolly Saint Nick punishing me for being a bad girl. No, the Reaper underneath was a brutal man.
Slowly, I pulled each boot off while he watched. Then my pants.
Then, my tank top, leaving me in a thong with fuzzy socks.
The socks were more for my dignity in the cold than anything else. He couldn’t have those.
“Is this proof enough?” My bare ass was freezing on the cement floor of the room.
He reached up a gloved hand and pressed it into my left breast. “I think so.”
The other hand moved to press my underwear to the side and grazed my pussy. My body jerked in response.
Reaper didn’t stop. He pressed me completely into the freezing ground—in a repeat of last time in the snow—and trailed his covered fingers down my body until they both ended up just below my belly button.
“If that’s all you needed—” My voice caught in my throat.
Did he just pinch my clit?
“Ah! Reaper, what the fu–”
His warm hand pressed to my mouth, now ungloved. I was equally excited and concerned in the same heartbeat.
“Shush. If you can’t quiet that fucking mouth for two seconds, you’re going to get it stuffed. Nod if you understand.”
I nodded. Unfortunately.
A groan escaped from his chest. “Good, good. Let’s get to business then, shall we?”
We both knew I was wetter than a slip and slide because he plunged not one, but two fingers into me, and I couldn’t help but moan with delight.
“Fuck…” I choked out.
Impatient men were the best, weren’t they?
My hips followed the curling of his fingers as they worked inside me, and he seemed happy to have me back in a secluded area to torture me with pleasure. If this was part of his evil plans, I was happy to oblige.
The plans I had would be formulated after…if I could think straight.
“Sit up and open wide,” he demanded, removing his fingers.
Fine, fine, I’ll oblige. On my knees, I opened my mouth to the Santa standing before me. He unbuckled his pants and slowly lowered the zipper on the red velvet bottoms.
Hard cock on full display in the low light around us, Reaper palmed both sides of my head and slid his cock into my mouth.
Small dick jokes went out the window when I felt it keep going and going and going until I couldn’t breathe. Gliding my tongue along the bottom of his cock, I heard him groan in approval.
He started slowly, getting a feel for my mouth and probably testing to see if I’d bite his cock in defiance. Once he found the best pathway down my throat, the thrusting started.
Breathing? Nope.
Reaper’s cock completely down my throat? Yep.
I stabilized myself on the backs of his—pretty massive—thighs while he used my face as his personal pleasure thing. Not that I was complaining.
“Take. It. All.” His groans were almost quiet, but I could hear the satisfaction he got from being able to shove every inch in my mouth.
Moaning with it in my mouth, I used my tongue again to play with him while drool pooled up and over my lips, dripping down my chin and onto my chest. Every thrust was a full one, like he imagined bottoming out inside my pussy instead.
Each thrust was barely enough for me to catch my breath, leaving me half gagged every time he reached the back of my throat again and again.
The soft skin of his cock slid over my tongue over and over, and I could feel him stiffen up like he was about to come.
Was he?
I was going to be the girl not only knowing what fucking Reaper was like, but what his cum tasted like, too.
Would I live to tell the tale of choking on Reaper’s cock?
“Fuck,” he grunted as his cock pulsed in my mouth.
And I felt his cum gush out into my mouth, surprisingly not as salty as he was.
Swallowing with the short breath I was allotted, he held himself in my mouth a moment longer, seeming to take immense joy in whatever game we played.
His cock slid out, leaving the warmth of my mouth, before he tucked himself back into his pants. With two swift pats to my cheek, he said, “I think we’ve come to an understanding,” before leaving me again to clothe myself in the cold.
No post-nut clarity for me to plan in, just like I assumed he plotted to do.
Once I tracked down this Geoff with a ‘G,’ Reaper was my next true target to get close to. I wanted to be so close that I got under his fucking skin.
This fucker was going to get me my freedom, whether he wanted to or not. Willow Bay could go fuck itself—the Vaughn family held all the cards, and all the secrets.
What better way to get to them than through their most loyal man on the inside?