It was the night before Christmas, and a storm raged outside. Lauren was bundled up in the living room, a fire blazing in the fireplace, sipping her cocoa. The house was silent. The Christmas tree was lit and twinkling with multi-colored lights, but no gifts were tucked under its branches.

This was the first Christmas Lauren had ever been alone in her life. Her children were with their father and his young bride in Hawaii, of all places. Mele Kalikimaka indeed.

The last year had been a rough one. Lauren's divorce from her husband of 20 years was finalized. Her husband, Scott, had an affair with her Yoga instructor for 2 years and decided he wanted to marry the trim and fit 24-year-old who could spread her legs and touch her toes with the greatest ease. The divorce was finalized in late January. Scott and Lisa married in May. They had shared custody of their two boys, ages 10 and 12, and she did her best not to sour the kids on their father. When Scott asked about taking the kids on holiday to Hawaii, the boys were too excited for her to refuse. So she let them go. They would return before the New Year, so at least she could celebrate that with her boys.

Wearing her comfy pajamas and covered in a fleece blanket, Lauren sipped her cocoa and opened her book where she left off. It was a spicy romance novel, full of racy scenes and light BDSM. Lauren liked a little bit of kink but hid this from almost everyone. The male love interest in this particular story had Lauren throbbing between her thighs. Tall, strong, and dominating, but caring and affectionate. A man who knew exactly how to push the limits. It didn't take long before Lauren slipped a hand into her panties and began playing with her swollen clit. She closed her eyes and slipped a finger into her wet slit, her thumb stroking her clit as she envisioned the scene from the book. Her legs began to tremble, her pussy spasmed, her left hand gripped the book tightly, and a low moan escaped her throat as she came.

As Lauren rode out her orgasm, she wondered how it would feel to have someone do all these things to her. She laid back and sighed, basking in post-orgasmic relaxation, and her eyelids grew heavy. It wasn't long before she dozed off. She wasn't sure how long she had been asleep, but when she opened her eyes again, everything around her looked strange. She rubbed her eyes and looked again.

Lauren didn't recognize where she was at all. She found herself on a large bed covered in red satin. The room was large, with marble floors, walls, and ceilings. There were fairy lights strung everywhere and candles placed around the room. It was breathtaking. A large window was on one side of the room, and she could see light snow falling in the night sky. Lauren stood and walked over to the window to get a better look. Looking out the window, she saw a forest as far as the eye could see, blanketed in snow. Where was she? She must be dreaming, she figured. It was then that she realized she was completely naked, except for a red ribbon tied in a bow around her neck. She gasped, looking all around, trying to find her pajamas or something to cover her nakedness, when suddenly, a voice behind her startled her.

"Ah, so you've decided to join me," a male voice said.

Lauren spun around to find a man sitting in a chair by the bed. He wasn't there a moment ago, Lauren thought. The man wore a white, fur-lined robe and leather sandals. He had shoulder-length white-blond hair, a short beard, and piercing blue eyes. He was enchanting.

"Who are you, and where am I?" Lauren asked. "What happened to my pajamas?"

The man smiled a bright and gorgeous smile, his eyes crinkling slightly at the edges. He stood and walked over to her. He was well over six feet tall and had a broad, strong, and muscular physique. Lauren was speechless, unable to look away from his handsome face.

"My dear, my name is Kris," he said warmly. "I'm here to bring you the Christmas you deserve." He bowed and reached for her hand, kissing it gently, and then he straightened his stance, inches from Lauren's naked body. She couldn't move and could feel her pussy begin to tingle.

"Where am I, Kris? I don't know this place. This can't be real."

"You're still asleep, Lauren," he said softly, "safe on your sofa."

She looked up at him, and her breath caught in her chest. "You know my name."

Kris smiled down at her and leaned closer. "Of course, I know your name. I've known you all your life." He lifted his hand, brushed his knuckles softly against her cheek, and slid a finger under the bow around her neck, tugging her closer. "I've seen how lonely you have become."

"You have?"

Kris nodded, his face inches from Lauren's. His hand slid around to the back of her neck and kissed her lips lightly. "You're a good woman, Lauren, and you've had a challenging year. I think it's time for you to be rewarded." Kris kissed Lauren deeply, his lips devouring hers. Lauren's head swam, and her body went limp against him. The only thing keeping her from collapsing was his arm wrapped around her waist. Lauren moaned softly and kissed him back. The kiss became passionate quickly, his tongue thrusting into her mouth, dancing with hers.

Kris lifted Lauren from the floor and carried her to the bed. He gently laid her down, covered her body with his, and resumed the kiss.

"Kris," Lauren moaned softly.

"What do you want, Lauren? I'm here to make it happen. Ask me, and I'll make it so. But only if you're ready to ask for what you need."

"Oh God," Lauren breathed, her eyes closed tightly.

"Lauren."

Her eyes snapped open, and she looked up into his beautiful face. Kris's eyes were soft and loving as he stared back at her, his face only inches away. A smile slowly crept across his full lips.

"Do you want this, Lauren?" He kissed her neck softly, then her chest, just between her breasts.

"I don't know," Lauren admitted softly. "I've never felt like this before."

Kris kissed Lauren's nose and looked at her again, a serious look on his face.

"Lauren, I promise you are safe. This is your dream. All you have to do is wake up when you want it to end."

"I don't want it to end," she breathed.

"So, ask for what you need."

"I don't know how to ask for it, Kris. I've never told anyone before. It's embarrassing."

"Nothing to be embarrassed about," Kris smirked slightly, the tip of his finger circling one of her nipples, "I already know what you want. I can read your mind, my dear. But you need to use your words."

Lauren gasped as the tip of his tongue circled her nipple, "I've never said the words."

Kris smiled, his hand trailing down Lauren's torso to rest at her crotch, cupping her pussy possessively, and then he pressed a finger against her clit. "Lauren, ask me."

"Please..." She breathed.

"Tell me."

Lauren swallowed, and her eyes began to tear up. "I need..."

Kris kissed her neck again and moved up to kiss the tears away. "Yes?"

"Please..." She whispered, "Use me…take me…please, make me yours."

Kris grinned. "I can do that. Tonight, I will make you feel owned," He reached into the pocket of his robe, withdrew a red satin mask, and held it in front of her. "Are you willing to give up your sight to me?"

Lauren looked at the mask. Her heart pounded in her chest, and she could barely breathe. "I don't know why, but I trust you," she replied softly, nodding slightly, "Yes."

Kris smiled softly as he slipped the mask over her eyes and tied it behind her. Lauren could see nothing now. The sensation of his warm, masculine hands running up her legs to her thighs as he spread them open had her shuddering in anticipation.

"First, I am going to bind your wrists to the bed. Do you accept this?" Kris asked in a husky voice.

"Yes, Sir."

"Perfect, Lauren. You learn quickly."

The bed shifted slightly, and she heard him shuffling around. She felt ropes tied around her wrists, binding her to the headboard. Kris moved on the bed again, and suddenly, she felt his breath at her ear.

"The rope will not harm you, Lauren. The knot is in such a way that if you pull too hard or panic, it will slip off your wrists. It's there to make you feel controlled. It will not harm you. Nothing will harm you here."

"Okay."

"Your safeword is "Rudolph." You may say "Rudolph" anytime, and we will stop."

"Rudolph. Okay," Lauren swallowed the lump in her throat and relaxed slightly.

She felt Kris shift on the bed again. A finger traced a path down from the bow tied around her neck down to her navel, making her shudder, and her hips rise involuntarily. His finger continued the journey, dipping into the slight depression of her navel, down through her trimmed pubic hair to circle her clitoris. Lauren moaned.

"Very wet and swollen already, aren't you?"

"Yes."

"Such a good girl. Spread your legs wide. Let me see your beautiful pussy. Let me see you spread open, wet, and wanting. Do you enjoy having your pussy eaten?"

Lauren whimpered.

"I've never had it done to me right, Sir."

Kris kissed his way from her lips to her neck. "Never?"

"No."

His mouth captured her right nipple, and he began sucking as his hand tweaked her other nipple. Lauren groaned softly. He bit down slightly and tugged gently at it while tweaking the other. Lauren was in a frenzy, whimpering and moaning loudly. He pulled off with a pop and began licking his way down to her stomach. He lifted his head and whispered, "I will remedy that tonight, my dear."

Kris moved down, placed his mouth over her sex, and inhaled deeply, taking in her scent. A warm, musky odor brought out in him a great longing to take her in every way imaginable. His tongue slid through her outer lips, which were already pouting and swollen. They tasted of sweat, salt, and the indescribable sweet-savory flavor of a woman. His tongue pressed in as he tried directly contacting the sensitive flesh at the center. Lauren's inner lips were already pliant and slippery with nectar, lubricating them. As his tongue traced its way across them, they seemed to pull themselves back as if offering him direct access to her inner warmth. Her hips rolled as he felt her clit poke out from its hood in search of attention. He wrapped his lips around it and gently suckled the engorged nub. Lauren let out a small, throaty groan and arched her hips, forcing it against his face. He sucked a bit harder, feeling every detail of her clit with his tongue as he flicked it.

His lips moved back down to her swollen labia, and he pressed his tongue in. Her flesh seemed to melt around the intruding organ, enveloping his tongue. The flavor here was rich and tangy, with a slightly bitter undertone, enhancing its sensuality. The heat inside her was almost more than he could stand. It radiated out in waves that seemed to gather in the very roots of his tongue. Lauren squirmed as her juices flowed into his mouth, and Kris eagerly licked up her delicious offering. As her hips rocked and ground her sex against him, he was lost in her depths. It was pure magic, and he prayed that this night would not end before he had tasted every last inch of her.

He pressed his tongue deeper and began exploring the furrow of flesh that separated her sex from her rectum. The tip of his tongue reached her opening and flicked across it. She jumped as if a tiny spark had flown up through the bed and moaned loudly, "Ooooohh! Do that again! Please?"

Her juices had been running freely as his tongue teased her sex. The wetness between her buttocks and the sides of his face seemed to amplify the sensation as the muskiness of her fluids surrounded him. Kris rolled his tongue up and slowly teased the entrance to her sex, licking around and around. He pulled back to watch it spasm and then pushed back in, repeating the action.

Lauren writhed beneath him as he slowly pressed his tongue further in. He felt a bit of resistance, but her hips seemed to press back up, wanting him in even further. He kept pressing in until the tip of his tongue reached deep within her.

"Ohhhh, Kris!" Her arms flexed, and her whole body tensed, trying to thrust herself up against him even harder. Her legs lifted and wrapped around his shoulders as her heels pulled down against his back. Lauren's hips ground herself up against him as she came, the intensity of the sensation building and spreading, engulfing her completely. "Ahh!" she cried again, gasping for breath. "Don't stop... Please…Oh! Keep licking!" she begged as she came and came and came.

As the orgasm receded, Kris pressed his face hard against her and lapped up her juices, not wanting to miss any. His tongue made slow circles over her clit and across her inner lips while she cried and moaned and thrashed, "Oh, my...Kris...Kris..." she moaned softly.

Kris took a moment to breathe and to look at her, lying there bound and spent, her hair splayed wildly around her. Her legs hung limp, resting against his body, and she made only occasional involuntary movements of pleasure as tiny aftershocks rolled through her. He decided she was completely and utterly beautiful, as his heart melted and filled with love and wonder.

Kris looked down at himself. His robe was undone, and his cock was rock-hard and ready, straining with every heartbeat. The thought of sinking into Lauren's velvety heat and filling her with his seed had him on the edge, and he knew she wanted that, too. She needed that now.

Lauren could feel herself on the edge again already as his hard cock pressed against her still throbbing pussy. Kris sensed her need and positioned his cock at her entrance. Lauren tried to raise her hips, wanting him inside her, and moaned when the tip of his cock finally slid into her.

He began pushing inside her, but she was tight. Her pussy stretched slowly to accommodate the size of him. Finally, he slid fully into her, his balls against her. They both groaned at the sensation, their hips bucking to drive themselves against each other. She felt so good. It was like coming home; his heart ached as the emotions flowed.

He kissed her passionately as his cock slowly slid in and out. His arms encircled her as he took her with slow and sensual strokes, loving and passionate.

He kissed her deeply, and their bodies pressed together tightly. Lauren wrapped her legs around him, pulling herself harder against him. They could feel each other's hearts pounding through their chests.

"Merry Christmas, Lauren." He kissed her tenderly. "I have one more gift."

"Oh, what's that, Sir?" Lauren moaned as his strokes quickened, her hips pressing up to meet his.

"I am going to cum deep inside you."

Lauren cried out, "Oh God, yes!" as she felt his cock swelling inside her and the waves of her orgasm begin. "Ooh, yes! Oh yes, Kris!" She could feel his hot semen spurting inside her, the warm flood of him, the pulsing of his cock against the walls of her pussy.

Lauren and Kris came together, both of their bodies spasming as the orgasm shook them both to the core. His hands squeezed her ass as he emptied himself into her. The last wave finally ebbed away, and Kris rolled off Lauren onto his back.

They were both covered in sweat, gasping for breath. They both had smiles on their faces.

Lauren lay there, eyes masked, catching her breath as her mind replayed the last hour repeatedly. She was still unsure if what had just happened was real. She felt herself drifting off to sleep and could faintly hear Kris' soft and distant voice, "Merry Christmas. Sleep well, my dear."

On Christmas day, she awoke on her couch in the living room, still dressed in her comfy pajamas, snuggled under the fleece blanket, and her head on the pillow. Lauren sat up slowly and rubbed her eyes, feeling refreshed. As she stretched, Lauren remembered the crazy dream and began giggling, a smile spreading across her face.

"How fun, Lauren!" she thought, shaking her head and getting up to prepare something for breakfast. As she stood, she noticed a wrapped box under the tree, and on top of that box was the red mask. She sat on the floor by the tree and picked up the mask, staring at it incredulously. Her cheeks flushed as the memory of the dream danced in her head. She put the mask aside and picked up the wrapped box. The tag was attached to the red ribbon tied in a bow. She looked at the tag, and the writing made her blush again. 

"I hope we meet again someday soon, Lauren. Thank you for trusting me. You deserve happiness and pleasure. Merry Christmas, Kris."

She smiled as she unwrapped the gift box. The box contained a red, satin-lined slave collar with a small gold charm. Inscribed in red lettering on the charm was: Property of Santa.

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