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2026-06-21 20:20:43
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The Forbidden Santa Movie night.
Ivy.We settled into the living room after dinner, the house filled with the cozy scent of popcorn and hot chocolate. I had helped Mom in the kitchen, arranging trays of snacks while trying to ignore the deep, throbbing ache between my legs with every step. We arranged blankets and pillows, and my parents claimed the big couch together. I took the loveseat, sitting close enough to Patrick that our thighs nearly touched under the shared blanket, but not close enough to raise any eyebrows.The movie started. One of Patrick’s big action thrillers played across the screen. For the first half, Dad could not stop talking. He paused the movie multiple times, praising fight scenes and monologues with genuine enthusiasm.“You really nailed that sequence, Patrick. The intensity in your eyes. Pure talent,” Dad said.Patrick smiled politely and responded when needed, but his real attention was elsewhere. Every time I shifted, his gaze lingered on me. The air between us felt thick with everything
The Forbidden Santa Christmas over?
Ivy.I woke slowly, my body heavy and deliciously sore all over. A single bedside lamp dimly lit the room. For a moment everything felt hazy, until I turned my head and saw him.Patrick sat in the armchair near the window, wearing only dark sweatpants. He held a glass of red wine, swirling it gently as he watched me sleep. His eyes were dark, focused, and full of quiet possession.When he noticed I was awake, a slow smile curved his lips."Hey, beautiful," he said softly. "How are you feeling?"I stretched carefully and winced at the deep, tender ache between my thighs. My face warmed. "I'm fine. Mostly. ... between my legs feels pretty swollen."Patrick's smile turned wicked. He took a slow sip of wine, never looking away from me. "Good. I like knowing you'll still feel me tomorrow."I was about to reply when his expression grew more serious."Your parents called while you were sleeping," he said calmly. "They are already on their way home. Should be here any minute."Panic hit me li
The Forbidden Santa Nowhere done.
Ivy.I was still trembling, my body limp and oversensitive on the bed, when Patrick leaned over me and kissed me deeply. His cock was still rock hard, pressed against my thigh, but he hadn’t come yet. The restraint in him was driving me insane.He pulled back just enough to look into my eyes, his gaze dark and intense.“I brought something for you,” he murmured. “Two things, actually. They’re new. Never used. I bought them thinking about you… but only if you want them.”My heart raced as he reached into the drawer of the nightstand and pulled out a sleek black vibrator and a soft red ball gag with straps.I stared at them, a fresh wave of heat flooding between my legs.Patrick watched my face carefully. “We can put them away right now. No pressure. Tell me what you want, baby.”I licked my lips, pulse hammering. “I want them,” I whispered. “I want you to use them on me.”His eyes darkened with approval and hunger. He set the toys beside us and gently cupped my face.“Safe word is ‘Chr
The Forbidden Santa Hopefully
Ivy.The phone kept buzzing on the table, but the sound felt distant, unimportant. Patrick’s arms were wrapped around me from behind, his chest warm and solid against my back. His breath brushed my ear as he murmured, “Not even a little sensible.”That was all it took.I turned in his arms and kissed him. Not the soft, careful kiss from moments ago — this one was hungry, desperate. Our mouths crashed together, tongues sliding, teeth nipping. His hands tightened on my waist, pulling me flush against him. I could already feel him hardening through his sweatpants.“We shouldn’t,” I whispered against his lips, even as my fingers curled into his shirt.“I know,” he growled, then lifted me onto the kitchen counter in one smooth motion. “But I’m going to have you anyway.”The cool marble shocked my bare thighs, but his body heat instantly chased it away. He stepped between my legs, kissing me deeper, one hand sliding under my oversized sweater to cup my breast. His thumb brushed my nipple
The Forbidden Santa Are we?
Ivy.The other side of the bed was empty.For one terrible second, my stomach dropped. Pale winter light filtered through the curtains, and the room still carried the faint scent of him — warm skin, pine, and sin. The sheets were tangled around my legs, and my body ached in the most delicious, indecent ways. A faint bruise marked my inner thigh. My lips felt swollen from his kisses.Last night crashed over me in vivid flashes: his voice commanding me to scream, the way he’d pinned me down, the relentless depth of him inside me until I’d come apart so many times I lost count. The way he’d held me afterward like I was something precious.I sat up slowly, pulling the sheet to my chest.Then I smelled coffee.Relief flooded me so strongly that it was almost embarrassing. I heard quiet movement downstairs — the clink of pans, the soft scrape of a spatula.He hadn’t left.I pressed my face into my hands for a moment, smiling despite myself. Sex was easy to explain.Desire was simple.But
The Forbidden Santa Be a good girl.
Ivy.The house was utterly silent except for the soft creak of the old wooden stairs.I stood in the middle of my bedroom, crimson robe hanging open, heart hammering so hard I could feel it in my throat. My thighs were still slick from the orgasm he’d commanded over the stream. For months, he'd been a voice on a screen. He'd been the message waiting when I woke up every morning. A temptation I could always turn off by closing a laptop.Tonight there would be no screen between us.When the heavy footsteps reached the top of the stairs, I forgot how to breathe.Patrick appeared in the doorway like a shadow given form — tall, broad-shouldered, wearing only dark sweatpants that did nothing to hide how hard he was. His eyes dragged over my nearly naked body with raw hunger.He stepped inside and closed the door behind him with a quiet click.For a long moment, he just looked at me. Then his deep voice filled the room, low and serious.“Ivy… if I cross this line with you tonight, there’s
The Forbidden Santa Let me hear you break
Ivy.I lasted exactly two hours upstairs before making the most dangerous decision of my life.Or maybe the best one.My body still wasn’t sure which.The house was dead silent after midnight, the snowstorm whispering against the windows while the Christmas lights outside painted soft, golden flick
The Forbidden Santa Little brat
Patrick.The second she whispered “Don’t,” something primal tore loose inside me.I still held back.Barely.My hands slammed onto the counter on either side of her, caging her in without touching. The marble was cool beneath my palms. Ivy was anything but. Flushed cheeks, swollen lips, and that ov
The Forbidden Santa Merry Christmas
IvyThe drive to my parents’ house felt unreal.My hands stayed tight around the steering wheel the entire time, my thoughts looping so violently I nearly missed two traffic lights.He knew my name.Not my screen name. Not the fake persona.My real name.And somehow that wasn’t even the worst part.
The Forbidden Santa Say thank you.
Ivy.“Say thank you.”His voice slid through my headphones low and smooth, distorted just enough to hide who he was, but not enough to hide what he could do to me.The comments on my livestream moved too fast to read properly.Tips. Requests. Men trying too hard to be noticed.But my eyes only sear
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