I don’t want mistletoe.
I don’t want carols.
I want a Dom who’ll spank me until I can’t sit through Christmas dinner.
Losing my best friend—and the man who owned my submission—left me cold, bitter, and done with holiday cheer. My friends call me the Grinch. Fine. Grinches don’t beg. Grinches don’t kneel. Grinches don’t crave the sting of a belt across their ass.
But then I take a job as one of Santa’s elves, and the man in the red suit isn’t jolly—he’s dangerous. Broad shoulders. A filthy mouth. A hand that knows exactly where I need it.
He doesn’t want cookies. He wants obedience.
He doesn’t hand out candy canes. He uses them.
And he’s made it very clear—this Christmas, I’m his favorite toy to unwrap, bend, and break.
Forget the stockings.
I’ll be the one getting stuffed.
I don’t want carols.
I want a Dom who’ll spank me until I can’t sit through Christmas dinner.
Losing my best friend—and the man who owned my submission—left me cold, bitter, and done with holiday cheer. My friends call me the Grinch. Fine. Grinches don’t beg. Grinches don’t kneel. Grinches don’t crave the sting of a belt across their ass.
But then I take a job as one of Santa’s elves, and the man in the red suit isn’t jolly—he’s dangerous. Broad shoulders. A filthy mouth. A hand that knows exactly where I need it.
He doesn’t want cookies. He wants obedience.
He doesn’t hand out candy canes. He uses them.
And he’s made it very clear—this Christmas, I’m his favorite toy to unwrap, bend, and break.
Forget the stockings.
I’ll be the one getting stuffed.
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