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Silent Knight
By Adrian Hunter


He stared out the window by her desk and watched the snowflakes drift down
gently from the sky.

Looks like God and Jesus had another pillow fight, he thought to himself, his
tongue exploring the tip of the thick candy cane stuck between his teeth.

He remembered her voice, low and husky, right up close to his ear.

"Don't drop it, Santa."

The water started running in the bathroom. She'll be finished soon.

He shifted a little and realized it wouldn't take much effort to untie the
ribbon binding his wrists behind his back. He could hide behind the
door…surprise her…take her down hard…

"Better hurry," urged the little devil voice in his head.

He tried to soothe himself by watching the whiteness begin to obliterate the
neighborhood.

So pure and unsullied.

He sneaked a quick peppermint grin.

"Unlike certain people I know," he thought to himself.

His gaze shifted down to her computer monitor. He squinted at the lines of text
herded into neat paragraphs marching across the screen, but he couldn't really
make out the words.

Not that it mattered. You read one Akasha riff, you've read them all.

Judging by the number of pages stacked up in the output bin of the printer, she
obviously disagreed.

He felt his cock stir. So soon? He glanced over at her dresser. The leather
pouch looked pretty innocuous. No missing the intent of the laces, though. Nor
the plug, which she had carefully balanced so it stood up straight on its base.

"Because it looks a little like a Christmas tree, doesn't it?"

And the red ball in the middle of the trainer, he supposed, could be Rudolph's
nose.

The sound of hearty midwestern voices declaiming "jingle all the way" wafted up
from the stereo downstairs. He couldn't help thinking of clamps.

This much snow probably qualifies as a bonafide blizzard. A lot of people are
probably rethinking the traditional afternoon visit to…

The door to the bathroom opened.

"Miss me?"

She strutted across the room, gleaming like a can of Raid at the "Antz"
premiere.

God, in that corset…as if she wasn't sexy enough already…

She sat herself primly in front of the computer and picked up the bottle of
hand lotion next to the monitor.

Oh, no.

Not again.

She squirted a generous amount onto her gloved fingers and reached toward his
crotch.

Without a word, she began coating his cock while her other hand resumed
manipulating the mouse through Akasha's archives in search of inspiration and a
few reindeer games for them to play.

He tried not to groan as she methodically stroked him, undoubtedly heading for
the hour's second orgasm. To make sure he stayed soft for the laces.

She hummed along with Bing Crosby as he crooned that damned song for what
seemed like the millionth time today.

Of all years, this had to be the one when it actually snowed on Christmas Day.

The year he bet her that it wouldn't.

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Story archive: http://www.geocities.com/SoHo/Gallery/9911/door.html
Mail: adrianhunter-at-geocities-dot-com


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