Chapter seven

Diana’s POV.

Santa Claus's hands moved to my boobs as he grabbed my breasts roughly, his hands teasing my nipples as his dick slides further inside my pussy.

I moaned, fighting the urge to scream as his cock continued to pound me hard on the bed, my boobs flying away from the intensity of his thrusts inside me.

"Hmm, harder!" A moan slipped out of my mouth as Santa Claus bent and took one of my tits into his mouth, his tongue running on my nipple as he sucked hard on it.

I couldn't breathe as I ran my hand through his dark hair, knowing I was about to go crazy from the way he was biting my nipples hard, his teeth grazing against my sensitive spots.

His cock was still buried in my pussy, his thrusts almost meeting against the balls in my hole.

Santa Claus's hands reached down to stroke my pussy faster, almost bringing me to orgasm as he immediately slipped three fingers into the hole, finger-fucking me.

Though it hurts, pleasure overwhelmed the pain, and also the thought of this being the only way to achieve my dreams made me keep quiet.

Santa Claus soon removed his cock from my pussy, and got up from the bed with me still chained to it.

I watched as he walked towards where he kept the other toys and brought out the vibrator and whip, flexing it in front of my eyes hard as the whip cracked against the wall.

I shivered, knowing the pain would be immense if that whip should meet with my skin, but at the same time, I was excited, wanting to be flogged hard all over my body.

I needed to know how this feels. I had watched girls in p**n videos moaning aggressively as the whip landed on their bodies, so would this bring pleasure or pain?

"Beautiful Girl, are you ready for this?" Santa Claus asked as he flexed the whip harder, my heart skipping a beat as an ominous feeling began to build in the air.

I should say no and move away immediately, begging to be released, but instead, I nodded my head in confirmation, and before the "yes" could escape my lips, Santa Claus flexed his whip before slashing it across my body.

A scream tore off my throat, and I expected marks on my body as tears stung my eyes, but when I looked down at myself, I saw none and widened my eyes slightly in disbelief.

The pain that seared through my bones was a confirmation that my body ought to be disfigured and bleeding now, but right now, my skin is still as flawless.

Santa Claus must have seen the confusion in my eyes for he laughed, his voice echoing in the room as the Christmas song continued to play in the background.

"You don't have to worry about marks, with this whip." He told me and whipped me harder but instead of feeling pain this time, it was a pleasure that flooded my head and whole body.

I could feel my pussy wetting the bed as my nipples continued to harden.

Santa Claus whipped me again and again, but all that escaped my mouth were my moans as I whined on the body, wishing to be released so I could jump on him and ride the piece of meat in between his legs.

"Yes, Daddy." I licked my bottom lip seductively as he thrust the whip to a side, before grabbing the oil and rubbing all over his cock, till it glistened.

He took it out and inserted it inside my pussy, before using the remote control to trigger it to work inside me.

I squirted hard on the bed as it seemed as if electricity was buzzing through me, hard.

"Shit! What a mess!" He made fun of me as my cheeks burned from embarrassment.

I sure hope I didn't pee on myself.

The new Christmas song that was playing in the background now was "All I want for Christmas." by Mariah Carey.

Santa Claus got on the bed again, teasing my clit with his slippery dick as he removed the soiled vibrator, stretching out his tongue to lick my release from it.

"What do you want for this Christmas, girl?" He asked and I shut my eyes.

"Your Cock, Santa Claus. Please ravish me hard." I pleaded as he continued to tease me down there, almost making me lose my mind.

"You know you are a real bad Girl, crying for my cock this way." He chuckled as he touched my lips.

"But what if instead of granting your wish, I punish you more?" He opened his mouth, and his saliva dropped onto my face.

But instead of feeling disgusted, I felt even more aroused as I rubbed my thighs together, harder.

"I don't mind Santa." I gasped as he pulled at my tits. "But for now, destroy me with that monster of yours."

Just then, I heard a click and looked up to see that he had released the chains on my hands.

I furrowed my brows at him when he moved down and removed the ones caging my legs apart too.

He was freeing me, but I didn't like it; I wanted to be his prisoner more.

I was about to ask what was going on when he placed a hand on my shoulder.

"Turn around, Diana." The way my name rolled off his tongue sent goosebumps all over my body as the feeling of familiarity once again, sank in.

Do I perhaps know this Santa? Who was he?

Looking at his face, the urge to see who was behind the mask grew stronger.

I knelt down on the bed, grabbed the headboard as Santa Claus's nails dug into my hips. He sank his cock into my pussy and began fucking me hard from behind.

My mouth opened as I almost drooled on the bed, my eyes rolling to the back of my head as he reached forward to grab my boobs from behind.

"Ahhh, yes. More, Santa Claus, please." I screamed and his pace increased as he leaned forward to bite my earlobe while grunting heavily.

I mistakenly removed his mask and whose face came into view as his jaw dropped, made my heart pound heavily against my chest as I trembled.

"K-kelvin?”