Page 48 of Santa's Baby

It’s almost midnight by the time my driver arrives and Len hands me back my coat at the front door. The others are still chatting away now that Carson’s arrived. They only just opened another vintage bottle of scotch.

“Goodnight, Mr Sinclair,” he says, and I slap him on the shoulder.

“It’s Reuben, remember? And pass on my love to Georgie. I hope his appointment goes well.”

“I’ll let you know on Tuesday.”

Shit. Of course. Tuesday.

I’m supposed to be fucking Harlot’s ass in 48 hours’ time.

“Night, Len,” I say, and step out into the relief of the cold December air, enjoying a moment of the chill before my driver opens the car door for me.

As we drive away, I know there is no way I’ll be able to handle it. I don’t want to fuck Harlot, no matter how entertaining an entertainer she can be. There is only one woman I’m interested in, and I stalk her calendar yet again through my founder login.

I don’t know what the point is, seeing as I already know what her plans are.

Tomorrow evening she’ll be playingkittyfor one of her regular clients.

I’ve read every single one of the reviews he’s left for her and read every single one of their proposals. So much for having a stalker fantasy, I’m becoming one in real life, and have been from the moment she walked into the grotto.

I could postpone or cancel her booking at the click of a button, and my finger hovers, tempted. I don’t want her to bekittyfor an old man with a pet play kink, and would happily compensate her the £12000 she’ll get from the experience ten times over.

But I have no right to make that decision.

Tiffany can bekittyall she wants to. The choice is hers to make, not mine.

“Doing anything special for Christmas, Mr Sinclair?” my driver asks.

Tiffany’s cheeky smile comes immediately to mind.

“Nothing planned as yet,” I tell him.

But that’s a lie.

I’ve subjected Creamgirl to every kink and filthy fetish there is – apart from one thing.

Having our entertainers hooded for the founders has one drawback. There is no access to their mouth.

“If you don’t mind me saying, Mr Sinclair, but with the amazing work that you do, Santa deserves his own special time.”

Yes, a special time, kissing that gorgeous mouth. Tasting her. Sinking my cock down her throat. My cock swells just thinking about it.

“I’m sure something will come up,” I tell him.

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TIFFANY

User 290. Male. 63.

Here, kitty kitty.

You’ve been away for quite a while, and I want my pussycat home, where she belongs.

You’ll be chastised for being a bad kitty, because good kitties never leave their owners and run away – but once you’ve learnt your lesson, I’ve got some treats for you.

I want my pussy cat around for a long evening, and I expect to play kitty games the way we always play them.