Secretly Sadistic Santa

Literotic asexstories – Secretly Sadistic Santa by fitfidelityfifty64,fitfidelityfifty64
Giada Lowden loved everything Christmas.

She started at Donnovan, LLC in the holdings division in mid-November, having moved to Des Moines Iowa soon after her divorce, having been hired away from her parents company. She was a real estate attorney who became known for defeating a city council in Minnesota over property rights and zoning laws, a victory that gave her the pick of three jobs.

She chose Des Moines because it was closet to family in the Twin Cities and it didn’t hurt that Charlotte, the lead interviewer, told her of their lavish Christmas party and the variety of ways the company celebrated Christmas.

“We decorate the office, spare no expense and we really have fun with our Secret Santa giving,” Charlotte said at orientation, her hand resting on Giada’s arm after sensing the new hire was into the holidays.

Giada had met with her full team only once and the smaller subsets of people twice when Mr. Donnovan called their team on on Black Friday.

“Get used to it,” Mr. Donnovan said over the phone the night before Thanksgiving, telling Giada he had contacted everyone for her. “We always get the jump on companies taking holidays too seriously.”

She had rented a downtown loft just a few block from work, not needing a yard or the commute of living the one of the four suburbs of Des Moines. She smiled seeing the lines of Black Friday shoppers getting their deals. She knew her shopping was pretty much done, a mid-night amazon deal shopper, she was up until 2 a.m., going on only a few hours of sleep.

Giada didn’t care, it was the official start of Christmas, she treated it like the “Midnight Madness” practices in college basketball.

Her heals clomped up the steps in heels two stories to the office level, the weather turned cold and windy, there was rumor of a “front’ coming in, possibly bringing snow. She didn’t love heels but it made her calves look amazing and with the little black Friday power dress she had on, she knew she was going to command everyone’s attention.

She began CrossFit training the day after she discovered her husband Lyle in bed with the neighborhood house husband Frankie. Her legs, arms, shoulders a stomach were rippled tight but not bulky, her diet changing and a year later a picture of fitness.

A self-proclaimed workaholic, Giada was repressed sexually allocating only certain nights to her ex-husband, and rarely letting him out of the missionary position. They didn’t want a family, a good thing she thought just moments after she saw the neighbor guy topping her husband.

She had rebuked several suitors before moving, male and female, mostly from the gym and Giada’d tell her girlfriend Lyla it was “an incestuous cesspool of meat heads”. Her family company, knowing the story of her husband turning to cock, all stayed away.

She made it into her corner office, hit the automatic shades opening up to see the Des Moines River, the sun peaking up on the horizon. She sighed, and turned to her desk where Giada’s laptop was open and on the keyboard were two pieces of paper.

“Secret Santa” the first read and it had the usual questions about what her likes and dislikes were around food, gifts, hobbies and the like. She sat down with a smile, knowing the move here was the right move if they were intent on starting Secret Santa so early. She filled it out, listening to her Spotify playlist she created last year after moving out of their house.

Giada filled out the backside the funny, quippy responses about what she liked and folded the page over, now looking down at the second sheet of paper.

It read – “Secretly Sadist Santa”

Giada looked around the office, was this a test or a joke? She was mortified and suddenly she wondered if there were cameras watching or there was someone on her team who wanted her job, or a lustful intern trying to get her attention. She stuff the second sheet into the front folder in her desk and prepared for the day.

Her 12 person team were all present by 9 a.m. and by Noon, everything had concluded. Giada liked to front load information and then give her team members time to work. She called her four leads into her office and sat with them around the large table.

“So, what do you think, can we roll this out Monday?” Giada asked the group, talking about circumventing the bid process on their West Des Moines development and putting in an offer on coveted property in down town.

“I know getting in first means they’ll always come back to us if they get counter offers,” Luis Jackson, former all-pro lineman for the Kansas City Chiefs turned developer said. “Is our offer too high?”

“The land is priceless,” Charlotte Weiger said, having been on the team that hired Giada, she was sort of a ‘yes’ person believing in the new talent. “They may want to wrap things up before the end of the year.”

“We haven’t gotten the flood plane results back, it’s risky,” Danielle Shriber, head of the analysis division said, her white blouse pulled tight over her 36d breasts, one button to many loose, showing her amazing cleavage. She was a tall 5’7″ and held Giada’s eyes.

“We’ve run into snags like that before,” Clete Baker responded to Danielle, the 6’1″ slender head of contingency, an avid runner and vegan said. “I’m more concerned about the West Des Moines development.

Giada’s team worked well past Noon and at 1 p.m. she ordered them out to lunch and to finish preparations for Monday morning meeting with Mr. Donnovan and their final decision.

She turned to her window and smiled, seeing the snow fall. She put in her air pods and was greeted with U2’s ‘It’s Christmas’. She took off her heels and barefoot headed to the elevator to take her to the company gym.

The snow and meeting took her mind off of the “Secretly Sadist Santa” paper, the energy of the meeting and the progress they made, she knew she had found the perfect job. She made it to the gym, changed and did her 45 minute HIIT workout, memorized from over a year of drilling each weekday circuit into her head.

Finished, she got on the treadmill, it had the same view as her office, just four floors up, and she ran for 30 minutes. She loved the facilities here, no need for a gym membership and the locker room was luxurious, individual showers. She cooled down with some yoga poses, then undressed and soaked in the corner shower letting the water run over her body.

The previous weeks there were more ladies changing to and from their workouts, the large company giving different level perks to the various positions. Today it seemed empty, Giada took advantage of the privacy, strolling around naked, catching herself in the mirror. She posed, looking at herself proudly for the work she’d put in and how cut and clean her muscles pressed against her skin. Her 35c breasts were eye popping, the hung nicely settling towards the bottom, rotating her small nipples upwards, they were natural yet one would think they were fake. Giada traced her finger under them and down, over her natural blonde hair, then up her trim stomach. She stood and dried her hair she stared at her trimmed blonde bush, again slipping a hand down, feeling it, slipping her finger over the hood of her pussy, closing her eyes, feeling the hair drying on her face, in her hair, her finger slipping inside herself.

She stopped the dryer, pushed her finger inside, they heard a door.

“Shit!” she said to herself, sliding it out, putting her hair back up and hustling to get dressed.

Everyone was working in their groups all afternoon, Giada moving in and out of each, checking progress. It was about 3 p.m. when they started to finish and leave, with materials and a plan for Monday morning.

Charlotte was the last one there, came into Giada’s office as she was reviewing the last groups information, making notes and changes.

“How was your Thanksgiving?” Charlotte said, looking at the new hire pouring herself into the work. “Did you head north and see your family?”

“Nah,” Giada said, not even looking up. “They’ve kinda given up on me, the divorce, leaving the family business.”

“I see…” Charlotte said moving to the window. “You know half the people there, working their tails off for you, wanted this office. You really got them bought in under the circumstance and in a short amount of time.”

“Thank you Charlotte,” she said looking up at her. “I almost walked out this morning…Do you find this appropriate?”

Giada opened the desk and slid the paper out with the “Secretly Sadist Santa” heading.

“Is this a joke?” Giada said staring intently at Charlotte trying to get an immediate read.

Charlotte looked at the heading, smiled and looked up with a fierce confidence coming from doing her homework on Giada through social media, reference checks and talking to those who worked around her in Minneapolis.

“Did you read through it?” Charlotte said moving to the wet bar that was located behind Giada’s desk and by the window. “Gin and Tonic?”

“Sure,” Giada said, it was the end of her day and she enjoyed gin so much she would visit different distilleries when traveling and posted a lot about them. Charlotte had the bar stocked with Giada’s favorites. “I don’t think….”

“Do you know the only negative rating your received in your interview?” Charlotte asked moving close to Giada, who was bent over the papers on her huge desk, gathering them in. The glass was set down and the women’s arms brushed against each other and Charlotte moved over the love seat that looked over the city from the corner office. Giada took her glass, the paper and sat opposite her on the couch. “They were afraid you’d burn out, that you work too hard.”

Giada gave Charlotte a toasting motion with the cocktail affirming that as being positive then took a sip and nodded satisfaction.

“You added the slight amount of bitters!” Giada said excitedly. “I learned about that…”

“On your last trip,” Charlotte said, air toasting her back. “I did my homework. You post a lot to Facebook and IG.”

The two stared at each other, Giada was Charlotte’s superior, but felt Charlotte was leading the conversation and Giada liked it…a lot.

The gin buzz set in and Giada turned her attention to the piece of paper. It had a lot of general questions about gender, sexuality and levels of participation in Secretly Sadistic Santa. Below that listed were ratings on different types of light BDSM play, nothing over the top and then the last question was open ended.

‘What is your deepest, darkest, fantasy?’ It read then had a rating scale that stated ‘From 1-5, 5 being the most, how much can Santa make come true.’

“Seriously Charlotte?” Giada said, standing and wondering how such a reputable company allowed such things.

“Mix us another drink, Giada,” Charlotte commanded, her gaze serious and catching her boss’s eyes, sensing her hesitation. It was the posts on Facebook showing Giada with women at conferences, the body language that they gave off and that Giada seemed to position herself submissively.

While doing character references Charlotte got information from one female co-worker that Giada made out with her at a Christmas party, the woman kissed her first and that Giada loved everything Christmas.

Charlotte was unyielding with the stare, keeping it while downing her drink. Giada was frozen for a moment, the snow behind Charlotte, a mesmerizing backdrop against the insubordinate’s blue eyes and dark hair. Charlotte was wearing a striped dress, tan with some sort of pattern. Her chest was minimal but pleasing and though was a little older, mid-30s, divorced with three kids.

“Same mix, or can I change it up?” Giada surprised herself by asking Charlotte.

“Surprise me…”

The two women sat and got to know each other, Giada showed off her mixologist talents, and the minutes melting into hours, soon it was 7 p.m., they were drunk, but not stumbling drunk.

“Dinner?” Giada asked, picking up the empty drink glass, they lost count at five or six drinks. “I need it because I’m feeling beyond buzzed.”

Charlotte stood up, Giada turned and set the glasses on the wet bar. Charlotte’s research didn’t know that Giada did have a move. Giada quickly went in for a kiss when Charlotte moved from the bar, moving her hands to Charlotte’s face, Giada closed her eyes and pushed her lips forward in to touch Charlotte’s.

Gently, yet firm Charlotte met Giada’s lips with two fingers, slid her elbows between Giada’s arms and extended them out pulling her boss’s hands off her cheeks. Giada’s eyes shot open, got serious almost angry her lips opened to speak.

“You’re buying dinner and we’ll fill your “Secretly Sadist Santa” sheet out together,” Charlotte’s steely eyes backing Giada off in an instant, making this command. “We call it Triple S.”

“As you wish Charlotte…” Giada said backing away, her pussy moist, the drinks rising her desire, and being turned away only intensified the heat.

The two went to dinner, the mood was light walking down the street where there were many options. Giada took her to an authentic Cuban place, Hectros one that Giada found looking for her flat.

“I rarely orgasm to a pennniiisss,” Giada said with a slight slur of her voice, the G & Ts having their effect waiting to order their food. “Oooppps, cut me off.”

“It’s precious Dear, you just have a couple blocks to walk home anyway,” Charlotte said encouraging her to continue her drink. “Do you climax masterbating?”

“Nnnahoohh,” Giada said then snort laughed. “I rarely cum attt ahlll…all, well if Iiii do, yeah.”

“I see,” Charlotte said staring intently at Giada again, pausing, getting an uncomfortable smile from her boss. The server brought some appetizers and they ordered their main, and while Giada dove into the more healthy ceviche, Charlotte suggested,”Let’s fill your sheet out so I can get it turned in for you.”

“HA!” Giada burst out. “I bet and you’ll be my Sadisttt, Secretly Triple SssssSanta..”

“I can not be your Santa, it has to be a secret,” Charlotte said now looking at Giada like she was a misbehaving child. “You’re probably lucky I am not your Santa the way you are behaving…”

Giada paused, reached down into her briefcase, still looking at Charlotte, digging into the bag and pulled out both a pen and the sheet.

“Okay, now…first name – Giada; Sex, yes please with female; pronouns her, she; sexuality ummm, bicurious,” Giada looked at Charlotte, scratching her scalp a little, her cleavage opening for Charlotte to see down, her left breast almost falling out. “Level one activities…okay, you’ll have to help me and explain.’

Giada handed Charlotte the paper, there were phrases and sentences with a check box, they went through ten suggestions and once gone through Giada indicated which she might enjoy.

“Spanking and wax,” Giada said, thinking of the other eight.

“You can handle being gagged, cuffed and pick a couple from these,” Charlotte said checking two then waiting with a pen. “Caned, flogged, whipped or caged”

“None,” Giada said sternly, then sitting up straight. “And if it gets worse from there I’m out or done with this game.”

“I see,” Charlotte said and they finished their appetizers in silence.

“Come on, Charlotte, seriously?” Giada said, sobering up a little. “Sssex, that kind of, just not my thing.”

“Were you going to kiss me earlier,” Charlotte asked and the server took their plates and empty baskets away, Giada’s eyes turned down. “You don’t have to answer, I know you were and we will go back either to your apartment to finish this list.”

“It’s finished, I can’t” Giada said, not sure why she didn’t agree to more and was starting to tear up. “I’m…”

“Look at me Giada,” the calm and sternness of Charlotte’s voice got the young lawyers attention, she stopped stammering and looked hard in the older subordinate’s direction. Seeing the server coming with their food Charlotte shifted gears. “Let’s eat.”

“My kids are better off without him,” Charlotte revealed, her oldest daughter 13, a son that was 10 and youngest daughter was 8. “I did worship his cock for a long time, but mediocre use of it doesn’t a sex life make.”

“What does a sex life make?” Giada said, her randiness returning, looking at Charlotte’s firm cheek bones while she chewed her dinner, she desired to hold them while kissing her.

“We take the commitment thing too seriously, boxing ourselves in, I mean the sexiness in physical touch it great but it revolves around possibility,” Charlotte waxed, taking the last bite of the sandwich she had ordered. “Once I left him, I really got things figured out that I can seek my pleasure and it’s the pursuit and openness that opened me upto a world of pleasurable possibilities.”

Giada looked at her for a moment, then slowly thinking pulled the sheet of paper and pen back from Charlotte who had purposefully set it in an empty place setting besides her.

“Gagged, hey that’s checked!” Giada said, looking over at Charlotte, then back down at the paper flashing a wry grin in Charlottes direction. “Cuffed is checked! Okay, I’ll add flogged and caged; check. check.”

“Very good,” Charlotte said pleased with the abrupt turn around. “Let me get the check and let’s go to your place to finish the rest.”

“Yes, I’d like that,” Giada said with hungry eyes, Charlotte tuned up one corner of her mouth but stayed mostly stoic.

There was a dusting of snow and just very light flurries in the air while the two women left the restaurant and headed the two block walk to Giada’s apartment. Downtown had it’s Christmas lights up and on already, Giada looked at Charlotte waiting at one crosswalk, a little giddy when she returned the glance. She wanted to melt her hand into her’s, or lean in, or kiss, or….

The light changed and they moved forward.

“You really live close to work,” Charlotte said as they got to the brownstone looking loft apartments built 10 years ago in a revitalization effort for downtown Des Moines. “It’s adorable…”

The first order of business for Giada was to hire a decorating company for her apartment both inside and out. Giada smiled as Charlotte walked up the steps and Giada had to reach around her to unlock the door, pressing her breasts into Charlotte’s shoulders.

“It’s stunning!” Charlotte said being released into the foyer open to the living-dinning area, the modernly decorated and furnished space now lit up with a Christmas tree and all of the boxed things Giada had collected since she was a toddler. “You have great taste.”

They moved up the stairs, the three leveled space larger than Charlotte imagined, the second level holding a work space and then a lounge area that had open windows to the Des Moines River again. Giada’s moved to the bar and mixed them each another G&T.

“I found this gin and tonic recipe when visiting France,” Giada boasted, setting it down and placing the sheet of paper on the high gaming table they were sitting at together, Giada handing Charlotte the paper back. “Ahhh, tastes good…let’s finish that questionnaire.”

Looking Giada’s face over, section by section, Charlottes eyes darted around, then down to the large breasts now propped up, the dress ruffled up opening cleavage to her eyes. Charlotte wanted to dive down into them, make a home there they were so inviting, she contained her desires, knowing the end game was better than the first move. She lifted her eyes to meet Giada’s again, who looked away in embarrassment for a moment then back, her mouth waiting for a kiss.

“Level two, now if you have any questions I will pause and you ask then and tell me ‘check’ if you’re okay with it, or nod ‘no’ if you are not, got it?” Charlotte said purposefully, knowing how she was going to end her night.

“Yes…Charlotte,” understanding enough of the power dynamic Charlotte was giving off, wanting to call her something formal.

They went through the check list and Giada answered ‘yes’ to ropes, the stock, the cross, really any of the furniture choices and ‘no’ to anything that mentioned public and more than one person.

“Collared?” Charlotte asked, a little annoyed at the lack of range Giada had in her choices.

“What’s that, like wearing a leather collar, when?” her first and only question.

“Something like that Dear,” Charlotte said a little snippy. “But it would be let obtrusive, almost ornate and tied with a particular…well, you’ll just have to check it and find out.”

“Sure, why not, I can make anything work,” Giada said confidently standing up. “What’s next?”

She danced around, having put on Christmas carols, the drinks affecting her now, trying to show off for this new friend, colleague, or whatever Charlotte was now and was to become to her. She was nervous that she was going to strain her working relationship with her, but months of pent up physical denial.

“Level Three, I’m going to hand this to you and you read off the ones you check,” Charlotte said standing and laying the paper down. “First you need to slip off your dress and complete the paper in your underwear.”

Giada heard the words and paused, then giggled.

She stood up and facing Charlotte swayed her hips and reaching down to the edges of her dress, with her arms crossed, grabbed and lifted it off in one move. She may have been prudish in bed, but she could dance and she could act, her persona now one of extreme sexuality projected towards Charlotte. She felt moist swaying and moving, her breasts heaving, her tight little panties showing the protrusion of her bush, letting a hand slide down over the fabric of her bra, down her stomach, to her panties.

“Okay, let me see,” Giada leaned onto the table with both elbows, her ass sticking out, wiggling her hips, feeling naughty, dirty and liking the way it made her feel.

“Masturbation, check! Dildos, check! Those silver ball things, check! Rimming, check! Blow jobs, check! Anal beads, check!” She turned to look at Charlotte who was leaning against the wall admiring her firm and athletic legs running up to her ass. “There, you happy?”

“Girl, this isn’t about me,” Charlotte said, moving towards her. “You’re not understanding this, now hold still.”

“What??” Giada said looking back at her moving towards Giada, placing a hand on her back and then…”AHHH!”

Charlotte swatted her right cheek hard with an open palm, then cupping her hand and swatting her five more times, Giada stunned and not moving.

“AHH! AHHHH! AHH! AHHHHH! AH!” Giada’s head melted into her arms on the table, Charlotte moving to her left cheek. “AHH! AH! AHHHH! AHH! AHHH! AHHHHH!”

Charlotte quickly moved to Giada’s torso, scooping her up holding her under her breasts then they two melted into a hug.

“Ahhh, what was THAT for???” Giada said getting where a spanking may have come considering the questionnaire she was filling out. Charlotte was tender, holding her tight, looking at her face that had been distorted with anguish.

“How do you feel, Dear?” Charlotte asked, her hand now on the right ass cheek, rubbing it softly.

Giada tried to gather her thoughts, emotions through the alcohol, the long day work.

“Confused, wondering….”

“No, Giada, you body, how do you feel?”

Having worked out so much Giada was used to taking inventory of her muscles, and her body as a whole while working out. Her focus returned, she saw Charlotte as a teacher, opening her world of possibilities.

“It’s warm where your hand struck me, tingling a little, my stomach seems to be churning with surprise and trepidation,” Giada said, the sun going down and the Christmas lights could be seen out across the city. “And, well, I’m very wet with excitement.”

Charlotte moved her hand to the mound where her pussy pressed against the snug fabric, feeling her lips full and pulsing.

“Ohhh, Charlotte,” Giada said and closed her eyes. She felt the velvet softness Charlotte’s lips over hers and immediately her tongue parting and pushing inside Giada’s mouth. Her hand brushed and pushed over her clit, fabric separating what she wanted, having played like this before but never letting the line get crossed. Both sensations suddenly stopped.

“Now, fill out the level four question like you were talking to me right now.

It read: ‘describe the best night of lovemaking with a total stranger’.

Charlotte slowly separated from Giada joining her in just her underwear pealing off her dress and stood there, her skinny not toned body, beautifully juxtaposed against the lit skyline of Des Moines, matching bra and panty. She moved back to Giada and stroked her back, down her ass and up her arms repeatedly as Giada filled out the last question.

“There!” Giada said after 10 minutes of describing a night with a strange woman she picked up at a bar, it got semi-graphic, she inserted things from romance novels she read that involved a woman’s first love. Charlotte read it over, looked up and then moved back to her, stroked her hair and kissed her lightly on the lips.

“You listed bisexual, so either add a man to this lovely scene or write a separate answer,” She said. “And be as descriptive or I will have to punish you again.”

The word punish sent a fearful wave, yet anticipatory through Giada’s body. She went back to work writing the scene, the woman’s husband walking in on both of them, fucking the wife first, then dipping into her body. She finished with both of them giving him a blow job.

“So how’s this work?” Giada asked slid her hand into Charlotte’s, handing her the paper, which Charlotte set down, and slipped the other hand inside Giada’s. The two stood in the middle of the second level, Giada looking up the steps, anticipating them going up to her bedroom.

“I’ll turn this in and then each day you’ll have a little something waiting for you either delivered here or your personal email,” Charlotte said. “There’s an accountability piece that they’ll explain and you must do that or…just follow the directions, they’re very thorough.”

Giada sort of drifted off into Charlotte’s eyes, this time she moved in for a kiss and this time Charlotte let her, both woman’s hands released and Giada’s rubbed over Charlotte’s bra, her nipples covered a lot of her breast, the tips not a pointed. Charlotte moved down again and rubbed her boss’s cunt hard.

The mood was destroyed by the sound of Charlotte’s apple watch sounding an alarm like a slap she moved away from Giada and grabbed for her dress on the floor.

“My sitter has to leave by eight,” she said frantic, Giada standing stunned and silent. “Ummm, I’ll text you tomorrow, but I’m out of town to my parents.”

And in just a minute, she was dressed and almost running down the steps and still in her underwear Giada watched Charlotte rush down the street.

“Damn…” Giada said, moving her hand inside her panties, then headed to bed.

Giada slept nervously, wanting to see Charlotte at the same time sobering up wanting to get the paper back. Giada got up at 5 a.m. and worked out at home, she was used to the headache from the gin during morning workouts, “the price you pay” her Dad would always say when she came home drunk in her early late teens and 20s. Giada showered, made herself avocado toast and got dressed.

Off to the office Giada went, it was a Friday and there was some snow on the ground.

“No, I’m not going to get the sheet back for you!” Charlotte said giggling as they talked softly outside the meeting room.

Charlotte ignored all of Giada’s pleas to tear it up, spending that morning texting Charlotte every 10 minutes, she didn’t budge and sent several emojis laughing, or shrugging, making Giada very frustrated.

Later that morning Charlotte and Giada walked in with their teams they had just purchased the Ferguson properties, valuable land acquired for housing development, for less then they had planned. It was an early Christmas present a flood plane survey came in classifying it as only a “slight risk” for flooding, so mitigation efforts (and their costs in development) only needed to be ‘minimal’.

“Lunch on me,” Giada said, gathering Danille, Charlotte, Clete and Luis together giving them the news, then glared at Charlotte. “You guys take off, Charlotte, can we have a second?”

“Yes, Giada,” Charlotte said, they slipped into a smaller room off the large conference room, Charlotte surprisingly locked the door from the inside. Giada was angry, filled with power from leading their team to a swift acquisition in her first team lead, but Charlotte was ready.

“Do you think for one minute I’m going to participate…”

Charlotte launched forward, her hands on Giada’s face her surprised eyes wide, their mouths joined, Charlotte moved a leg up between hers parting the skirt and pushing in between. Charlotte slid a hand down inside Giada’s power jacket and cupped er breast, feeling it proper, massaging it while tongues danced. They made out for a good ten minutes, both women exploring with their hands over fabric, it went from frantic to soft and gentle, Charlotte moving her under the waistline of the skirt and under the panty, her hand feeling the trimmed hairs and slipping two fingers inside Charlotte, rubbing her clit with her thumb at the same time moving in and out.

“Ohhhh, Charlotte,” Giada breathed and the women just looked at each other while Charlotte made love to Giada with her hand. “Ohhh yes…yes….YES!”

Slipping her hand out, each straightening their clothes, Charlotte slipped the fingers in her mouth looking at Giada, then moving closer for a soft kiss, just lips.

“Trust me Lover,” Charlotte said, brushing the back of her hand against Giada’s cheek. “I want to take you on this ride, this journey. Trust me.”

“Yes…” Giada said and the two women left the room.

Sitting around the corner at a table with his laptop, Mr. Walter Donnovan, the company’s owner and CEO watched from a mirror that saw into the foyer of the large room. He immediately dialed the floor manager of another company he owned on the East Coast.

“James…Walter Donnovan,” He said. “Remember you wanting a little holiday help managing your subsidiary. Yes. Yes, she’s available until Christmas Eve. No problem, you’re welcome.”

The team celebrated over lunch and got the afternoon off, though the homework Giada gave them meant they were just going ‘home to work.’ Charlotte waited with Giada until they were all gone and the two were alone with the servers clearing the tables.

Giada’s stomach was churning she knew it was too early to proclaim Love, but she certainly had a hard crush, with a hint of lust for Charlotte and her first lead for the company she produced a sizable win with a side of zoning victory. Mix that with the meeting with the owner scheduled for 3 p.m. and the didn’t know which emotion to focus on – the nerves, the lust or the happiness. They left, Giada back to the office and Charlotte home to greet her kids off the bus to enjoy the warmish day.

Giada already had work on her mind, a piece of property that was left out of the deal because a farmer wanted to hold on to the ‘legacy farm’. She had an idea for the CEO this afternoon if they opportunity came, otherwise she was going to present it Monday.

It was near 3 p.m. so she made her way to his large, ornate, office the Christmas decorations classic and new, lots of red and silver, gold and comforting images of bells and holly. She walked in, towering doors to the board room, where his office resided above up several wide platforms.

“Impressive day Ms. Lowder,” Mr. Donnovan said, appearing walking down, pulling the chair out of the long boardroom table and sitting at it’s head while she was just off to his left. “I expected no less, but knowing the zoning results made the deal a bargain, mitigating that risk.”

“I didn’t know the zoning results until just afterwards, Sir.” Giada said with full transparency. “And thank you, you’ve hired me to a do a job and I will do it well for your company.”

“Risky move, but it paid off so I can’t complain,” Mr. Donnovan said standing up and moving to a small table just off to the left. “Can I fix you a drink in celebration?”

“Gin and Tonic, if you’re drinking with me Sir” Giada said with no hesitation. She knew the rules, don’t turn down things from powerful men until your ethical line gets approached.

“Bourbon water man myself,” he said mixing the two drinks. She sat nervously at the long table, having only met with him on her first day, he wasn’t involved in the interview “trusted my team leaders implicitly ” he told her that day. He set the glass down, looking inside her blouse for a moment, then up to her eyes. “I apologize, my eyes drifted.”

“It’s okay,” Giada said, her nervousness increased. “Kinda happens…”

“Has Danielle briefed you on the Catrell acquisition?” he said referring to a purchase they made while not obtaining a piece of property from a farmer who was holding out.

“Yes Sir,” Giada said, the ‘sir’ rolling off her tongue comfortably. “Legacy farm who’s owner is near death and the son has sworn they will never sell. Have you tried the eminent domain route with West Des Moines? If we propose some sort of park in addition to the hotel we would place there…”

“You HAVE been more than briefed, Ms. Lowder,” Mr. Donnovan said. “Our city’s are too ‘Iowa nice’ they’d never…”

“Excuse me for cutting you off Mr. Donnovan, but if we get the council, through their lobbyists and, well, show the taxes the family owes from their shoddy book work. Can I get 10% of the the initial profits if I get that to happen?” Giada said, sitting back and taking a sip.

“We don’t do more than 3% share to any partner, much less a new one,” Mr. Donnovan.

“But I’m not a partner,” Giada said. “You could write me in as a independent contractor, I’ll continue to do the work outside our work day.”

Mr. Donnovan just looked at Giada, downed his drink and went for a second. Without asking he mixed Giada a second drink, though she was likely not to drink it since they had entered some sort of negotiation. He then walked out to his secretary, walked back in, Giada now sitting confidently, basking in her over preparation and peaking this powerful man’s interest.

“You have a brilliant mind for business and law,” Mr. Donnovan said complimenting Giada. “It is too short sighted, I mean didn’t I just allude to your making partner?”

“Did you Sir?” Giada asked, knowing an offer had to be direct and require a response with a time threshold defined. Mr. Donnovan smiled and toasted her in the air because he knew she knew he did not in fact offer her partner.

The door opened and Glady’s, Chelsea, the sliver curly haired early 60s secretary came in and set a manilla folder down in front of Giada smiled at the young woman, her soft eyes soothing, and left.

Giada looked at Mr. Donnovan, leant forward setting her drink down, her blouse opening some again giving Mr. Donnovan a nice view. She flipped the folder open and there was an official document titled Intent to Offer Partnership.

“What the hell, I’ve been here a month, have you’ve lost your mind?” Giada said. “With all due respect, Sir.”

“Ha!” he laughed loudly. “That didn’t sound like respect, though you’re right on one hand it’s hasty, but I can spot talent and we need someone like you running our property division sooner than later. Read it a loud please.”

Giada’s somewhat defiant look back at Mr. Donnovan held for a moment, her eyes studying his face, the smile and smirk still there, the white hair layered perfectly, the strong shoulders. Her eyes then went down to the paper, she felt oddly excited, her wet panties from the climax at Charlotte’s hand earlier, getting warmer.

“Intent to enter partnership agreement. I Giada Lowder enter a binding partnership agreement with Donnovan LLC, percent ownership and details to be worked out by January 1st 2024, pending a filing of application of eminent domain from the City of West Des Moines against the property of Catrell Farms, adjacent to the Ferguson property and full participation in the Donnovan LLC leadership development program and all ceremonies therein.”

Giada paused, furrowed her brow, looked up and said. “Anyone can get the city to file the paperwork on eminent domain.”

“True,” Mr. Donnovan said.

“That’s not a high bar to clear, so what’s involved with the leadership development piece?” Giada said, picking up the pen and quickly signing the document and sliding it over to Mr. Donnovan.

“You don’t have any more questions?” He asked very surprised. “You’ve just entered into a contract amendment and your status here is contingent on completing these two requirements. I could release you from your current position if both stipulations are not completed.”

“Sir, I think I’ve demonstrated worth to your company, and filing of documents is a low bar to clear. I can get that done first thing tomorrow.” Giada said, then feeling nervous as he rose up, leaning forward looking at her, gathering the document and rushing it back to Chelsea. She felt a red flag but couldn’t put her mind to what it could be. He came back, toasted her boss saying, “I study leadership, so any learning around it I’m going to dive head first.’

“Miss Lowden, since we are in agreement on your future with this company, a mighty profitable and fulfilling one I foresee, I have to let you know you’ve already started our leadership training,” Mr. Donnovan walked over very close to where she was sitting, she looked up from the side and sipped on the last of the drink. “Make us each another drink and come up to my office.”

He motioned towards the steps, his hospitable demeanor gone, he was very stoic and purposeful, lumbering fast to the upper platform, then veering to his desk, scooping up a folder and walking into the side room leaving Giada to her task.

She expertly mixed the two drinks and moved across the board room and up the stairs, Mr. Donnovan sitting in his seat, at his desk. Setting the drink down she he had set a chair out and she was before him.

“Leadership takes a lot drive and command, you’re an Alpha as much as anyone I’ve ever seen at it has brought you to us and will take you far in this company,” Mr. Donnovan said getting a curious nod from Giada, then rose his glass and said, “Cheers to you and Cheers to that.”

They clinked glasses twice, and he set his down slowly.

“Let me talk to you about submission,” Mr. Donnovan said, opening the folder, pulling out a paper with a familiar fold and wrinkle to it, Giada gasped realizing what it was.

“Sir, I can explain that…It just showed up and…” Giada still not comprehending the moment or what the sheet she and Charlotte filled out together had to do with leadership.

“Quiet, Ms. Lowden!” he said abruptly startling Giada, her eyes now wide as he rose from the chair, he was holding the paper up and spoke to it without reading. “Here in my hands is the manifestation of your submissive side, examples of taking direction and being led by another.”

“She…she…tricked me…” Giada stammered, the deal signed, the information that she was embarrassed to have been revealed in her bosses hand.

“Ms. LOWDEN!” Mr. Donnovan shrieked. “I will deliver a spanking 10 times that which Ms. Weiger opened you up with yesterday if you interrupt me one more time and you will never climax at her hand again!”

Giada wanting to cry now, the private moments shared, her dirty, wet, female loving side exposed, she put her head down on the table.

“Charlotte Weiger will be working with our East Coast division until Christmas,” Mr. Donnovan said, getting Giada’s face to rise up, now angry.

“Fuck this,” she said, moving away from the table and away from her boss. “I’m calling her right now and my lawyer is going to be contacting you.”

“Child, I recommend you sit down,” Mr. Donnovan said, but Giada was gone and out the door. He sipped on his drink, smiled and said to no one. “Perfect. She’ll be crawling back soon.”

The lights of the city decorated for Christmas blurred, the drinks somewhat dizzying, but it was the fact Charlotte had left and didn’t answer her call. It was only Wednesday, of the first week of December, what her next move was to call Joey, her little brother.

“I’ve got to go watch film, what is it, fast Sissy,” he said, the bustle of his roommates encouraging him to leave.

“Call me when you’re done,” she said, he was the only family member who supported her move and now she was thinking of quitting and crawling back to Mom and Dad’s company. She ended the call and headed upstairs to her bedroom and started packing for a trip north. Giada tried to call Charlotte again, getting the voicemail again, this time leaving a message.

“Call me back, LOVER..” she said in a snotty way, the betrayal hurt. “I’m ready to resign and make sure I find a company to sink Donnovan, LLC! Call me BACK!!!”

She fell on the bed crying, and then she heard a soft knock on the door. It repeated a few times and she walked to the stairs. She then heard carolers singing.

“We wish you a Merry Christmas, We wish you a Merry Christmas. We wish….” They continued and Giada moved down the stairs. She loved carolers and caroling, she had sang with choirs at school, church and in college. Opening the door and smiled seeing four college aged young people, two women, two men, singing with the books open. “Good tidings we bring to you and your king, We wish you a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year.”

Giada clapped when they wrapped up, and noticed a giving can. They started Silent Night and she left the door open and rush back, got a $20 out and put it in the can. She sang along, joining the sopranos remembering her days in competition at college events. Her heart leapt with joy, and when they ended, they all clapped, they turned to leave.

“Merry Christmas,” a sharp looking young man said, handing her a present the size of a microwave box. “Open it later tonight.”

Her smile left, she watched them go down the street and knock on another door and begin caroling for an older couple. Giada pivoted, went inside and set the box on the seat it read “To: Ms. Lowder From: Your Secret Sadist Santa”

“Fuck…” she said aloud, looking upstairs at her room, her packed bag waiting for her to flee, then down at the box. “Fuck this.”

She ran upstairs, grabbed her bag and was heading down her outdoor steps when her phone rang.

“Giada, go back inside,” Charlotte’s voice said. “Open the present, trust me.”

“So you just came on to me to…”

“No!” Charlotte said. “I wanted you for myself and, well, that can’t happen…not yet anyway.”

“What are you talking about???!”

“I can’t explain much more, I’ve already..well I’m about to board a plane,” Charlotte said frantically. “I’ll see you by Christmas, just open the fucking box before you do anything!”

Giada stared at her phone after Charlotte ended the call. Her car for in the lot just a block down. She wasn’t clear about anything, and when that happens she either called her brother, who couldn’t talk, or worked out.

Stubborn, she ran past the present to her Peleton bike downstairs. She hadn’t used it in a while, choosing the HIIT workouts with her dumbbell and kettle balls. She joined a workout in progress with her favorite rider, and young hispanic woman who’s shaped was alluring, and her attitude 10 times that.

“Oh, I see Giada decided to join us after a while, and late!” Camilla said laughing and continuing the workout. Giada got into it and it was like riding a bike, though her wind at first was difficult, but 15 minutes in she was her old self.

Giada waved goodbye at the instructor and the 15 people in the class, turned it off and the phone rang. It was Joey.

She filled her brother in on everything, Charlotte included since he was the only one in the family that knew she had feelings for women as well as men.

“You are so brilliant and open to learning about everything except sex!” Joey said, giving her the opposite of what she wanted. “This is about Leadership and how to accept someone else’s leadership. Trust it and if that’s all it takes to be Partner???”

“Geez, you’re all against me,” she said, feeling like she was the only one in the world pent up about sex. She then asked about his love life, getting the usual ‘it comes and goes’ Joey never letting her in like she lets him in the conversation.

He had to go and Giada went and fixed a light dinner, then sat down with some tea looking over the river, loving where she landed, loving everything except what the box represented. She had been duped she felt, then began to think about being ‘submissive’, she even reflected on the sex she and her husband (now gay) had, she felt like she was just there most of that time not submissive, but he certainly wasn’t dominant. Charlotte was dominant to her, telling her, guiding her, lusting for her.

“Open it, for me…just look inside,” a text from Charlotte read. “This is the last you’ll hear from me until Christmas.”

Giada tried to call and text and she was blocked.

“God Damn it!” the 31 year old, potential partner of the biggest real estate firm in the Central United States. “Alright Charlotte! Alright, you win!!!”

She walked slowly to the present, bringing it up to her island, noticing the victorian wrapping paper with muted reds, golds and silver, lined with black edging. The bow was immaculate and proportionally hand tied and applied to wrap around all four sides of the package. Someone knew her, really dug into her love of everything Christmas, ornate and victorian.

Giada wanted to leave it under the tree, the soft and frilly, lots of holly berries, garland and birch looking trees with white, creamy lights. Her home was immaculate in it’s homage to everything Christmas, older looking Santas, a nativity that was hand carved and painted to show the faces.

In her mind opening the box would spoil the mood, the aura she had intently created, soft candles in the window, their LED lights flickering, casting moving shadows. She called out and said, “Alexis, play Christmas 2023 playlist” and the Vince Gill version of “Breath of Heaven” began. His voice was haunting and sultry, gravely and pure.

The chorus came on and she slid a finger under the ribbon, sliding it softly between it and the expensive wrapping paper she was sure as shit going to save. She found the weak point, lifted and popped the tape that was expertly hidden, unraveling the beauty that gave the box ornate stature. Vince’s voice began to rise and fall with the middle of the song, her finger sliding to the ends where the paper was folded and adhered with hidden tape again, popping both sides, finding the end under the package and popping off the the tape there. Soon the wooden box, the size of an average microwave, sat on the table, the paper draped over it, Giada melting into the crescendo from low to high volume of Vince’s voice taking her away.

The song ended and her eyes opened.

The sultry voice of Ariana Grande came in with Santa Tell me, her girl celebrity crush, just realizing she liked Charlotte due to her smallish breasts just like Ariana. Giada, in that moment, decided to open the box, at least look at what’s inside, what Charlotte wanted her to see so badly.

To her left was her wine rack, she opened a screw top, grabbing a glass and pouring it half full, taking a nice gulp of the dry red. She turned and pulled the wrapping up and folded it carefully, she was singing a little with Ariana, imagining her petite little frame, Giada’s hands on her small shoulders.

“Okay, let’s do this,” Giada said to no one, setting her wine down and running her hands over the smooth, expensive wooden box. She released the small, gold, hook-latch on the front and opened the box. On top of foam that was covering the bottom and the top halves of the box was an envelope, that was addressed to “Mon Amour…” or ‘My Love’ in french.

The playlist magic continued on random surfacing “Christmas Time” by Ashanti, the mood perfect while Giada opened the letter and began to read, her heart racing now.

“Giada:

I have fallen for you in a short amount of time. My world is diverse, not conventional; different, in ways you should experience.

I recruited you, knowing it was risky, that a tame bird in the wild may not survive, though your skills are many and your confidence for Love should be a great as your confidence in real estate.

Your attitude, body, eyes, hair, curves, soft places, are all meant to be shared, your mere presence tantalizes everyone’s imagination to the rest beneath your clothes; the rest in your bed.

You can use this activity as a window to my world; a step forward into it, or a cannon ball into the many physical, and cerebral delicacies that will both pleasure, punish and addict you through your nerve endings and synapses in your brain.

There are four levels and you can participate at the introductory for three of the four weeks, you must try one third level experience out of the four and you can do that any time before Christmas. Also, you may choose more than one experience each week.

You can easily do this and I can then say my girlfriend is partner in the company.

Ton Amour (Your Love)

Charlotte”

“Damn it!” Giada said, tears running down her face. “God Fucking DAMN IT!”

Her hands were shaking pulling the foam off the bottom layer. There were cardboard boxes embedded in foam underneath with a number on them. There was a small instructions sheet laying there.

“Child:

There are multiple boxes to choose, do as follows. Select from 1-3 for week one; 4 or 5 week two and 6 or 7, week three. Follow the instructions with each box and be sure to document

Your Secret Sadist Santa Master Rossfellow”

“Document?” She said to herself

Giada looked down, there were seven boxes with the listed number. Without hesitation she grabbed the number 2, opened it, a rolled up strap from a horse bridal fell out along with a note.

“Video yourself in front of your Christmas tree doubling up this bridal strap and whipping your back side 20 times hard enough that you cry out. You’ll end up doing more than 20, so count only the ones you physically, naturally, cry out in pain.

Create a FetLife profile and upload a still shot from the video to your profile pic, fill out your profile and then upload the video. You will be told who to share it too later this week for verification, and that will be the only person you HAVE to share it with, though you can share it to whomever.

Once done, your are finished with week one. You can choose to do more than one document it by uploading a video and you’ll be recognized for your participation, regardless, at the Christmas party Dec. 24th at noon.”

“Seriously?” she said, an Elton John song was on, she looked around, her shades were draw enough on the street side and the tree covered the window. Truthfully she thought this was an easy entry into week one, she often was in pain working out and maybe this was similar. Videoing and uploading was scary, she figured it was private as long as you didn’t make it totally available, while wondering how much she could trust this group.

She emptied, filled her drink glass, figuring she may need some liquid courage for the videoing and to help power the strap to her naked backside. Walking around her apartment she made sure the blinds were shut and no one could look inside.

Setting the glass down, she slipped off her sports bra and racer back, stood topless in her front room for the first time running her hands over her breasts, then shimmied out of her yoga pants, and was nude.

She walked upstairs to her bedroom, the window not a problem since it faced the river, grabbing her selfie light, the circular illumination would flatter her fine physique. It was charged so she skipped down the stairs, chuckling thinking had she tripped the EMTs or coroner would have a naked sight to behold.

“Ah, U2…” Giada sighed when ‘Baby Please Come Home’ came on.

Centering her iPhone in the the light, the latest greatest, they claimed you can shoot a major motion picture upon, set it to video and lined up the Christmas tree approximating where she would be, sideways thinking she’d turn giving the audience looks from all sides every 5-10 strikes.

She had to admit to herself she felt alive, excited and titillated naked and soon to be in front of a live video recording. She shot a sex “tape” on her phone late in their marriage in an attempt to match his horny nature, but he took it further wanting to fuck on a live webcam stream. The first was fun and she had enjoyed whenever she skinny dipped (back in the day) or just walked around the house naked.

She was comfortable.

“Okay, let’s give this a try…” Giada said to the air, holding the bridal strap doubled up, waving it front to back, getting a sense of where she had to make contact. She snapped it lightly, swinging then flicked the wrist harder.

“Swap…” it landed on her cheek harder than she expected.

“Damn!” she cried out, surprised how easy it was to snap her wrist to get momentum changed and speed up the end of the strap. She continued to swing it to and fro and snapped it again, this time it hit on the tip. “AHHH! SHit!”

She dropped the bridal, moved to the camera, adjusted the light and started her video. Moving into position, she felt the eyes of the world on her picking up the leather, long and ornate device for pain. It was very victorian she thought to herself, and began to give a show, holding it to her cheek, mouth and running it down between her breasts, then legs.

Her eyes were half closed, looked at the camera, and then began waving it around side to side, her first attempt catching her thigh going back, throwing off the timing and smacking her ass, she gave out just an “Ohhh…”

Unfazed she waved it back and forth again, unwittingly faster and snapped it back and “SMACK!”

“OHHH!!!!” she wailed, then began her count…”One.”

Next song up was “Baby it’s cold Outside”, Giada racked up four strikes in six swings.

“Ah! Oh! Mmmm…AHHH!…Mmmmm…SHIT! AH!” she cried out then. “Up to Five.”

She turned to the other side, her breasts dangling and swaying with the strikes, the song changing to a bluesy, “Run Run Rudolph”.

“AHGGH! Six! OHHH!! Seven! Mmmmm, Mmmmm, AHGGG! Eight!” she was getting good switching to the other cheek, the right one getting red. “OHHH! FUCK! Nine! TEN!”

She stopped, the last one stinging hard. She showed the camera her red ass, forgetting that she ever had issue with this activity. She squatted showing her pussy, still some blonde bush trimmed from the night before, sliding her finger down and playing with her clit, wondering who would be watching, wondering who she could have peak in on her freakness.

She turned her ass to the camera and rattled off 10 shots in 15 tries, one right after the other, harder than any of them, having gotten used to the throb, the pain, the bright light of the internet pushing her to make herself yelp.

“AGGH! Eleven! MMFFFTT! Twelve! MMmm..MMMmm….AHHH! Thirteen! FUCKKK! Fourteen! MMmmm….Mmmmmm…SHIT! FUCK! AHHHH! That’s seventeen! Mmmmm….OHHH!!! Eighteen! OMMMPFFFTT! Nineteen! AGGGGFFTTT! Twenty! FUCK!” she yelped and yelled, her red ass showing the camera her handy work.

It was 11 p.m. and she dimmed the internet light, walked upstairs and passed out naked, no tooth brushing, the alcohol and the strain of the beating at her own hands put her to sleep.

She woke energized, the slight headache the wine had, not as bad as a gin headache the other night, but there while she did her circuit in her basement. She was vain about working out, liking having some makeup on at work, though the workout facility there was amazing. She thought she might get a second one in later this afternoon, finishing a hard, self-designed, HIIT workout.

Cooling off she went upstairs and access the video of her escapades with the bridal strap, it lay in the middle of the floor of her living room, her lighting circle and empty wine glass. She popped a k-cup in and drank her water while waiting for the coffee to brew. She sat cross-legged on a comfy chair, facing the Christmas tree, telling her phone to put on “A Jazz Christmas”.

The air filled with soft Christian jazz performances without words of the hymns she was familiar with growing up. Retrieving her coffee and sitting back down she smiled at how the lighting made the tone of her legs, arms, and the curve of her breasts look. She enjoyed the juxtaposition of the O’ Holy Night against the sound of her wailing while the leather hit her flesh. She cropped out the beginning and the end, otherwise leaving the 20 minute video go, including some of her set up.

Next Giada accessed FetLife, then remembered she had to set up an email first, finding an off-brand carrier that promised increased security (and it rated highly on her internet rating site). She set up a profile and had took a screen shot of her in her squatted position, showing her pussy and breasts, looking demonically into the camera.

Giada didn’t mess around, when she decided to do go all in on this activity she wants do win, do it better than anyone else..

She started uploading the video, it lagged some surprisingly, and in waiting filled out each square of the profile. It finished and she headed for the shower pleased she was done with week one, but wondered about the other level one challenges. She was somewhat excited from watching herself on the video and uploading it to a website that she had her profile private but what going to share it with someone soon.

The water was warm and her stomach surged with lustful desire, she slid her hand down and felt excitement in her pussy lips, having just came on Charlotte’s hand a couple days prior. She thought of her, seeing her in her underwear in the living room, getting spanked. She slipped a finger inside, the jazz still playing having brought the speaker with her, O Come all Ye Faithful, she thought of cumming.

“Ohhhh Charlotte,” Giada breathed, not speaking her pleasure to life in the conference room. “OHHHH!”

Her fingers batted her clit and slid inside, one finger, then two, then three, pushing inside and over her clit, searching for the spot then….

“OH YES! GOD YES! CHARLOTTE!” she orgasmed to her name loud, the music and water absorbing and blending with Giada’s breath and moans. “Ohhh….”

“Two orgasms in three days, not bad for a dried up old lady,” Giada laughed on the phone talking to Joey, the sex talk common place with them years ago, rekindled when he asked if she was gong to do Triple S or not. “Gotta go, coming up on the building, see you around Christmas.’

(To be continued)