A Naughty Secret Santa – Chapter 2

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Copyright 2007 Savannah Chase

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A Naughty Secret Santa

Written By: Savannah Chase

The next three days went by in a blur. With the computer system crash Angel had to input all of the employee hours all over again. The computers hadn’t gone up totally until late last evening and still some programs were not fully functional until today. The company had a few spare laptops the office had put away just in case something like this happened. Everybody had to try to work around the computer repairs until the system fully operated.

There had been talk that the crash was caused deliberately, some disgruntled employee that had been fired a few months back. They discovered he’d been using the company computers to conduct some illegal transactions. Nobody except Erick knew the exact details. The guy had made threats but nothing happened, until three days ago. Perfect timing. Right before the holidays.

Today the office went about its regular business, it was Christmas Eve.  Festive decorations adorned each office. The boardroom had been filled with fresh coffee, and finger foods. Cookies and pastries that were made into different holiday shapes and sizes. All decorated with sprinkles and frosting.

Colleagues already had started exchanging gifts. Laughter and people thanking one another could be heard echoing down the hall.

Angel already gave Holly her gift first thing in the morning since Holly had only come in for a few hours. She had to catch a flight back to Toronto with Darren – her fiancé- to go back home. She’d promised her parents she’d make it this year for the holidays. It had been a smart choice since now the snow was falling quite heavily and flights were already delayed to some destinations.

The look on Holly’s face had been priceless when she opened her present after finding out Angel pulled out her name. There were tears in her eyes as she listened to the music box play. All those weeks trying to locate it paid off. It was suppose to be her Christmas gift but she knew once she had pulled out Holly’s name that she would give it to her for the secret Santa.

Angel returned to her desk from the photocopier when she found a small red box wrapped in a white bow on her desk. There was a note attached to it.

Her secret Santa decided to keep their identity a secret. This had to be her secret Santa gift since she hadn’t received anything yet. Her curiosity got the best of her as she wondered who could have pulled her name out of the bowl. From what she could tell there were still a few of her coworkers who hadn’t exchanged gifts.

She glanced around for anyone who might be watching her as she picked up the box and read the card.

Open me please……

Angel gently tugged on the white bow then opened the lid. The contents of the box were a surprise, nothing what she guessed it would be. Inside the box she found another card written in calligraphy letters. The note read

Please do me the honor of meeting me here at the office at eight o’clock. It shall be a night to remember…I shall be waiting…..Your secret Santa

Angel looked around once more as colleagues passed by her office door, still nobody was watching her.

*****

By five o’clock her mind was racing, wondering who possibly could have left her the red box with the note. The thought that it might have come from Erick even crossed her mind, but she quickly dismissed it. It couldn’t be him. She’d heard that he already had given his gift to the person he got which was his secretary Sherry. It had to be one of the other men who worked with her on the floor.

But who could it be?

Soon she’d find out.

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It was quarter to seven when Angel returned to the office.  The snow had stopped falling and the drive back wasn’t all that bad. She almost changed her mind and never came. Her nerves were surely getting the best of her.

Angel had dressed in a red spaghetti strap number with high heels to match. With every step she took down the darkly lit hall towards her office she couldn’t help but feel ridiculous. She had no idea who she was meeting, and she had dressed up like she was about to meet prince charming. For all she knew the card she’d received could have been a joke that one of her friends had pulled on her. This would be one cruel joke, even for them. There were a few people on the floor that got a kick out of things like that. Anything to get a good laugh.

Letting out a nervous sigh she slowly opened the door to her office. It was empty, except her desk lamp was lit and shining down onto another card.

This one read,

Go to the end of the hallway where I’ll be waiting for you…. Your secret Santa

Placing the card back onto the desk she switched off the lamp and headed down the hall just as the card had instructed. A part of her still unsure if she should even be here.

Was this a joke?

She was nervous, excited and maybe even a part of her felt thrilled and aroused. She couldn’t deny that she felt turned on. The anticipation and the hunt to discover who might have planned this.

As she slowly approached the end of the hall, she saw light emanating from an open door.

Nervous, she slowly entered the room.  There were candles lit all around, the flames danced passionately in the dark office as they brought light into the medium sized space.

Her glance took in the desk where the chair was turned and faced the wall to conceal the identity of whoever sat in it. To her right, next to the leather couch stood a very large box, it was wrapped exactly like the small one she’d received earlier with the card, red with a big white bow.

“Thank you for coming,” she heard.

As she watched, the chair turned and her heart skipped a few beats as the identity of the person was revealed.

Dressed in a dark suit, and a white shirt and black tie to match, hair done to perfection was no one other than Erick.

“I…I almost didn’t,” she revealed as she walked closer to the desk.

“What changed your mind?” he asked as he stood up from the chair and began making his way towards her.

“I had to find out who had left the note, it peaked my curiosity.”

The closer he got the faster her heart was beating. When he stopped he was close enough that she could smell his cologne, feel his breath against her skin.

Heat crawled up her body, overwhelming desire wrapped around her like a blanket as she inhaled his sweet smell. The aroma of soap, and aftershave.

Slowly he leaned in, brushed her curls back, his hot breath on her neck.

“I hope you are you happy with what you found,” he whispered.

Angel bit her lower lip to hold back a moan as a shiver shot down her body. All she could do was nod yes. He placed a gentle kiss on her neck, his warm mouth seductively sucked on her flesh.

He was good, real good with those lips of his. With just one kiss he’d fired her body up. Her nipples hardened, the ache in her pussy was uncontrollable. Demanding more. Everything from her lips to her thighs where aching.

Angel braced herself against Erick’s chest as his hands slid down her ribs and the other cupped her cheek right before his mouth seized her lips. As he leaned in she felt his hard cock straining against his pants.

His kiss, hungry, exploring every part of her mouth, teasing, tasting, nibbling, all she could do was let her body melt.

“I’ve waited to do this for so long,” he said breathlessly as he pulled away from her.

A moan escaped her, she wanted his lips back, and she wanted his kiss. Angel wanted more, so much more.

“I want you to go and open your gift,” he said as he leaned in towards her neck, his lips softly brushed against her skin.

Her gaze shot towards the big red box that stood on the floor. She had to steady herself to walk over to the box. Her legs had already given up on her. No big surprise there.

Reaching for the box she pulled the big red bow and it opened in front of her. There right in front of her stood a chair, the pink blow up chair. The pink blow up chair that she’d wanted and emailed to her friend Holly.

She could feel herself blushing as her eye traveled from the chair to where Erick stood.

“I got your email,” he said devilishly.

She couldn’t believe it, the email never made it to Holly but somehow it made it to Erick. The last person she ever wanted to see it.

“I must admit when I saw the email and this pink chair I was surprised. All I found myself doing was picturing you sitting on it, naked and riding that pink cock.”

His gaze fell on top of the chair and then returned back to her. Hearing him say that to her made the ache between her thighs grow, her body was a raging fire on the brink of getting out of control.

Her attention shifted to his pants where his cock was obviously straining against the material.

She could see he was trying hard to keep his composure.

“What else,” she asked seductively.

A deep groan left his lips, and he looked at her. His eyes solely focused on her.

“I’ve pictured you lying here naked on my desk as I fuck you over and over. You call out my name as I make you come.”

Erick removed his jacket and tossed it to the leather couch.

Angel tried to squeeze her thighs to stop the ache from getting any worse. Unfortunately it was no use.

She couldn’t remember the last time she’d been so wet, so aroused as she was now.

Her hand reached for her dress strap and she slowly pulled it down her arm, then the other.

She let the dress slowly fall to the floor before she stepped out of it. All she was left wearing was a red thong and high heels.

“Tell me one thing.”

“What’s that?” he asked.

“Have you been naughty or nice this year?”

“I’ve been very naughty,” he replied devilishly.

“Really, well then I guess I’m just going to have to punish you for that,” she replied as her fingers glided down her body and stopped at her thong. She gently tugged at the bows on the side to undo them. The thong fell to the floor.

“You’re killing me right in front of your eyes,” he said as he began to walk towards her.

“No, you’ve been bad. You can look but don’t touch,” she replied teasing him.

Angel walked to the chair and stood over it, positioning herself right above the pink cock.

Her body swaying seductively from side to side as she slowly began her sensual dance.

She bit her lower lip as her hands glided over her perky nipples, down her ribs, her stomach, down her thighs. She’d never done anything like this.

Angel watched as her movements only pushed Erick further. He was trying to hold back from walking over to her, his fists tightened, his jaw clenched.

Her seductive dance continued, and each time her body lowered over the pink cock her pussy got closer and closer to it.

Erick didn’t know how much more he could take watching her. This was utter murder to him and especially his cock.

Every sway of her hips, taunted him. She told him he could only look but not touch. He wanted to be near her, touch her, taste her, that neck, those breasts. Every last bit of her body.

The candles around the office flickered, they almost looked like they were dancing, casting shadows, illuminating the beauty that was before his eyes.

Angel slowly lowered her body all the way down, her pussy engulfed the pink cock, and a sweet moan escaped her lips.

He watched as her body rose up and down, his eyes were locked with hers. Subtle whimpers and cries left her as the pink cock pounded into her. The faster her body moved the louder she moaned.

Erick could see it in her eyes; they were glazed, almost sparkling. She would come any moment.

Never had a woman let him watch her as she had an orgasm in front of him especially not with a pink sex toy.

Not once had he felt the strong want to be with someone as he was experiencing right now. He swore he could almost die if he couldn’t be with her. Angel not only unraveled his body but everything inside him.

When she came, her melodic cries filled the room. She threw her head back, her body shuttered as pleasure ripped through her.

Erick decided he’d had enough, she’d punished him. He began walking over towards her, his fingers frantically tearing through each button on his shirt. He kicked off his shoes as a deep groan came out of his mouth.

When he reached her he slowly lifted her body of the chair, her eyes still sparkling like stars.

“Angel, I can’t take anymore of this,” he said, and then he lifted her off the ground and into his arms, and then carried her over to his desk which he’d cleared in advance.

Gently he placed her down and finished removing the rest of his clothing.

Angel lay there watching as he tossed his stuff to the side. As soon as his boxers were off his cock sprang to freedom.

Erick climbed on top of the desk and positioned himself over her. For a moment he lingered above her, his cock brushing against her pussy.

Slowly he lowered himself towards her and captured her lips. His kiss so deep, and intoxicating. Exhilarating to all her senses. His tongue explored her mouth with need, and hunger.

With one hand supporting himself above her he used the other to explore her body, his hands caressing her thighs, her ribs, her breasts.

When he continued to tease her nipples a whimper left her lips.

Eric abandoned her mouth and began moving down her body, to her neck, sucking, teasing, licking, tasting. Lower and lower he traveled until he reached her breasts. His mouth captured one hard bud, kissing, tasting, and nipping. Her breast left reddened when he pulled away and moved to the other.

Angel raised her hands above her head and took hold of the edge of the desk. Erick was going to make her come even before he was inside.

She wanted him, his cock pounding inside her. She wanted Erick to fuck her until her body was sore, and it hurt to breathe. It hurt to move.

Just as she was sure she would orgasm Erick slid back up her body, in one thrust he was inside her. Her pussy welcomed his cock.

He groaned as his body began to thrust in and out, faster and faster, harder and deeper with each move.

Angel’s hands were still grasping the edge of the desk as he pounded into her frantically. It didn’t take long before her body unraveled like a spool of string and pleasure consumed her like a fire.

“Erick,” she cried out.

He groaned deep as his own orgasm threw him over the edge. His body tensed and his breathing was rapid.

In that split second time stood still.

Erick collapsed next to her and tried to get his body to wind down. This was a night he would never forget, a night he planned on having with her many more times to come.

What started out with a secret Santa, add in a computer crash and a diverted email ended up with him getting the push he needed to be with the woman of his dreams.

Angel was the best gift of all.

The End

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