Secretly Sadistic Santa Ch. 03

Literotic asexstories – Secretly Sadistic Santa Ch. 03 by fitfidelityfifty64,fitfidelityfifty64
Christmas time is here and Giada Lowder, up and comer at Donnovan LLC, is manipulated by her boss Walter Donnovan and her new lover Charlotte Weiger to sign an agreement to participate in Secretly Sadistic Santa or “Triple S”. The “Leadership Training” that mixes the delight of the widely popular holiday game with the sadistic practices of a BDSM Master/Mistress. At the same time she has positioned the company for two property acquisitions totally near a billion dollars of potential revenue. Chapter three has Giada tumble deeper into “Triple S” and in love…with…everything…and reveals a surprising Secret Santa.

Giada’s body was sore and bruised in spots, her pussy feeling the day after penetration she hadn’t felt in a long time. Master Rossfellow over stepped his power, not sensing the hesitation his submissive was giving, steamrolling his cock first into her mouth then penetrating her cunt. Giada sat naked for a time after he left and before showering, feeling ‘violated’ was the word she had circling while the water ran over her spent body.

She had no time to lament her choices, what happened, she had to get some sleep and then wake and go into work on time. There was a call to the commissioners and a follow up on the letter sent to the primary contact for their acquisition. Dropping the angst from the evening and focusing on getting ahead on everything was a must and Giada knew how to shift her focus.

She got down to work the minute she got there making the morning productive. She took advantage of the proximity of her flat to work and walked home for lunch and a nap. She set her phone alarm and

“The Boss” singing “Santa Claus is coming to Town” popped her off the couch and she dialed her brother Joey, her sexual confidant, on the walk back to he office.

“No fucking way!” he exclaimed. “You didn’t do all that shit! At least you didn’t have to record and upload that!”

She had shared all of the Triple S details from the handout she had to fill out to her first endeavor with whipping herself and uploading it to FetLife.

“I’m not sure I wasn’t raped,” she said semi-serious, not being able to be serious about sex with her brother. “I never said, no or used my safe words. Really didn’t have a chance.”

“How did it feel?” He said, slightly concerned, but moving it to their usual debate on pushing boundaries and how it ultimately felt.

“I hadn’t had a cock in a while, so I can say he felt good inside,” Giada admitted. “I just wasn’t ready for it so…I don’t know…forced.”

“That is unfortunate, those two things juxtaposed against each other” Joey’s concern quickly moving to rational. “You had were turned out and that is never bad.”

“Yes, I guess big sister finally has something on you,” she said, their talks of all his escapades, hers prior to a week ago never held a candle to his group sex nights and multiple lovers. “And it was set up by my lesbian lover, try to top that!”

“Ummm, no comment…” he laughed nervously.

“Oh, you have a male lover now?” She said approaching the office.

“You think that’s out of the realm of possibility? I mean I shower with dudes every day!” Joey joked.

“Talk to you later cock-sucker!” She ended the call on that smart-assed comment and went in the office, a little refreshed.

Giada knew Jessica Powers, Charlotte’s temp who was out getting some work done with their sister company, was in a meeting but was nervous to encounter her now that lines were drawn by her husband Guy Powers better know to her as Master Rossfellow.

That morning Giada was had gotten good news from one of the commissioners about the letter and Mr. Donnovan had called her in for a 4 p.m. meeting. On edge from he night before, not knowing if she was done with the Triple S, maybe Mr. Donnovan was her Secret Santa and maybe he was going to reveal that now. Instead she focused on business only walking in confidently ready to present anything.

“He’s my best source and he said the family was pretty shook by your letter,” Mr. Donnovan stated as she sat down, his hands folded, fingers pads pressing together.

“When do we go back and inquire about buying, Sir?” Giada said instantly, the question she wanted out right away then nervous that she called another man ‘Sir’…would it get back to Master. “Or do we have any confidence the city commissioners would go through with an eminent domain process and we wait?”

“Ms. Lowden, these things take time and…” Mr. Donnovan started and Giada cut him off, tired from the night before, snippy and more snarky than she’d ever been to the CEO.

“The more time it takes, the more chance it has to fail,” Giada said standing up from her seat. “You men get all wrapped up in your protocols and your decorum sometimes, these people are tax cheats and will do anything to kick the can down the road. With all due respect to your sales department and your political wing, I want to take it myself on and wrap this shit up by Christmas!”

Her hands were on the table, her blouse open to the point her breasts were spilling forward, chest moving to her quickened breath, her eyes glued on Mr. Donnovan. She felt if he didn’t say yes to this she would walk, this time for good.

Her actions were begging for a reprimand, Giada now visualizing his hand spanking her over his knee.

“You have a lot of passion and vision,” Mr. Donnovan said, still calm, still thinking. “I’ll make the call down to sales and partner you with our lead there, Candy McGlophlin. Let me handle the commissioners and be sure they’re at least discussing a vote. They meet Dec. 23rd. I doubt they’ll actually vote but the ramblings around it will keep the pressure on the Catrells.”

“Very good, sir.” Giada said and turned to leave. She got a couple steps away from him when he called her name again.

“Ms. Lowden,” He said, now standing, his impeccably tailored suit showing he had the physique of a man 20 years younger. “If my daughter had spoken to me like that back in the day, I’d have tanned her backside with my hand.”

“Noted,” Giada said, having no doubt he was someones Master, or several here at the company. She felt nervous leaving, waiting for his voice to stop her in her tracks and commanding her to come and act on that spanking threat.

Leaving, Giada began to wonder how much currency she bought with her participation with Master Rossfellow last night, she was sure word got to Mr. Donnovan. She was headed to the elevator to buzz down to sales to meet Candy McGlophlin when Jessica called her name, turning her head to the tall woman.

“Ms. Lowden, do you have a minute?” she said wearing the hell out of a pencil skirt and dark green suit coat, high heals and hair up making her taller. “Your office?”

“Sure…” Giada said, realizing the CEO had just made a spanking reference, and her Master’s wife, who she was to address as ‘Mistress’, was now calling for a private meeting.

“Door shut? Locked?” Giada said shutting it and the minute the lock was secure she finished the sentence. “Mistress..”

“You learn well, Child.” Mistress Jess said walking towards her. “Master Rossfellow was very impressed, though he’s now in my dog house, and I hope you remembered your lessons. I’m here to arrange the accompanying portion of level three. Did he tell you the third form of punishment?”

“The third is not for punishment, it’s intended for pleasure and pain,” Giada said, her head down as she wasn’t about to hit the floor in her dress.

“Very good, Child,” Mistress Jess said. “Email me the dates and times you will be working out after work this week.”

“Permission to speak freely, Mistress.” Giada said.

“Granted, Child”

“When you say Master is in the dog house, what repercussions does that have more me?” Giada asked, not sure she wanted to make an accusation of forced sex. “And I just want to say Master taught me well, however he didn’t give me a chance to…”

“You are an amazing submissive, almost as good as you are dominant in the real estate law world,” Mistress Jessica said. “We want to develop your potential fully and don’t worry about Master Rossfellow, you will see it’s been addressed and he’ll not take anything out on you.”

“I see, thank you Mistress.”

“Email by 4 p.m. today,” Mistress said. “You are dismissed.”

Giada looked back at Jessica once out of the room and not alone. She was stunning, tall, athletic, her mind went to places she only let wander occasionally before this Triple S shit. ‘How productive can this be as a leadership vehicle’ she thought, it will certainly be a distraction and she just did allude to punishing Master.

The elevator doors opened to the sales floor, there was more hustle and bustle and it was less ornate and stately than the law offices upstairs. It was decorated for Christmas in a quaint, haphazardly way, like her parents house during the holidays, too many decorations mismatched over years of haphazard collection.

“Nice you could come down from the ivory tower and visit us,” The young man, Peter Joshelter, who she met at the gym said. “Candy’s expecting you, I’m her main law clerk and one of her sales leads.”

“Good to see you again Peter,” Giada said, his boyish handsomeness, short around 5’9″ in stark opposition to Mr. Donnovan’s, he had skinny pants with low or no socks in a contemporary shoe, colored collared shirt. “Which direction?”

There were cubicles lining the floor, once full but since COVID half the staff works from home. He pointed to the left side of the office space.

“I’m running to get something, so head in she’s expecting you,” Peter said and raced off.

What Giada didn’t expect was the beauty of the 55 year old woman who had built the empire on the backs of the sales staff here, her office more ornate than the office space outside, years of awards and pictures of developments lined the room.

Her hispanic features stunning, dark shoulder length hair, wearing a soft, shimmering dress that accented a bust line the drew your eyes, not large, but perfectly supported and proper cleavage. The skirt she wore swayed as she walked towards Giada, who was in a trance.

“Candy McGlophlin” she said extending her hand.

“Giada Lowden. Pleasee to meet you Candy.”

“I understand you’re coming down here to tell me how to do my job,” there was still a welcoming expression on her face while defending her territory. “How much sales experience do you have Child?”

The word ‘Child’ sent a shiver down Giada’s spin, she concluded in that moment she was someones Mistress, just like Mr. Donnovan, she shook the thoughts off the aggressive first meeting and focused on the prize, the Catrell property.

“You must forgive me Ms. McGlo….

“MRS. McGlophlin,” she said, getting jabs in to keep this young upstart off balance and keep her dominance. “My husband is wonderful except for the heritage of his family name. Continue please.”

“I apologize, there’s just a time crunch on this property and I want to be of assistance to your department,” Giada said, still a little staggered by Mrs. McGlophlin’s beauty, aggressive nature and the environment.

“Assistance, I was told by our CEO you want lead,” Mrs. McGlophlin said. “Which is it?”

“Lead,” Giada said and dropped her eyes for just a moment, then looked hard at the woman emphasizing the one word answer she should have initially gave Candy.

“Very well,” Candy quickly said. “We have a dozen new proposals to get ready by the first of the year, I’m going to pair you with my clerk Peter….”

“Joshelter, yes we’ve met,” Giada’s giddiness jumped forward that she got what she wanted.

“Why yes, he said you work out in the afternoons. I’m a morning person for my exercise and anyways he’ll meet you here if you want to set up on the conference table,” Mrs. McGlophlin said. “I’ve got a rep meeting in five minutes. Good to meet you Giada.”

The sultry woman moved out of the office and Giada felt both good and troubled by the encounter.

“Ms. Lowden…” Peter said busting into the room.

“You can call me Giada,”

“Giada, I have some good news,” Peter said beaming. “The Catrells want to meet tomorrow morning.”

Without warning Peter found Giada in his arms hugging him excitedly.

“We’re gonna make this shit happen, come on and let’s get to work,” she said sliding out of his arms, their eyes lingering.

The afternoon was filled with profiles of the family, exact tax documents, sales proposals and calls to the team leads for help. She had everything ready and gave Mr. Donnovan a call.

“Meet me in my office at 4:30 p.m.,” he said and hung up, it being a little after 4 p.m.

“Peter, come with me,” she said, the hesitation in his expression showed he wasn’t confident that he feared this encounter. She walked over to him, her gaze deep into his, he looked down and away. “Peter, you are a smart, charismatic man that every CEO with a penis would love to elevate in their company. The fact you’re still down here shows me you are missing something, and it’s confidence.”

He looked back up at her and turned to gather things. She noticed the wedding ring and she wondered if he refused the “leadership training” when he got a chance.

They went upstairs, Mr. Donnovan was ready a little early and at 4:35, as Peter was working the numbers with Mr. Donnovan, Jessica came in with another folder. She walked past Giada, went to the coffee bar and made a pumpkin spice latte for herself, and sat down at the conference table. She leaned into Giada.

“Where’s the email I requested?” Jessica slid back, sipping on her coffee, looking deviously at her submissive.

“Shit…” Giada said.

The rest of the meeting wrapped up in 30 minutes and Mr. Donnovan got up and announced, “Ms. Lowder, consult with Mrs. McGlophlin and figure out when and where YOU’RE delivering our next offer. You three need to figure out who’s contacting whom.”

He handed Giada a manilla envelope with the official offer and stipulations before walking out of his own office.

“I’ve got Candy,” Giada said standing up.

“Sit, Child,” Jessica said, Giada’s head snapping over and seeing Peter’s head down. Mistress seeing the distress in Giada’s eyes with her tone in front of another worker.

“The Urchin can stay to watch this,” Jessica said, pointing to Peter and moving a chair at the big table. “He needs to fill in some holes in his ‘leadership’ resume, watching you get punished checks boxes for both of you.”

“Stand now, you must be punished for your insubordination,” Jessica said, Giada inching upwards looking over at Peter. “Slide off your panties and hike that skirt up Child.”

Giada slid down the left side and then the right and let them fall, stepping out of them, Peter looking up out of the tops of his eyes. She then pulled her skirt up, her bare ass showing.

“Urchin, come watch from back here,” Jessica pointed to the space behind where she cleared at the table. “And hand me your belt.”

Peter gave a ‘shit happens’ shrug to Giada who moved to the spot at the table. Jessica smiled getting handed the belt and without warning swung it length wise and snapped the end of it on ass.

“AHHHGGGGH!!!” Giada wailed, trying to hold it down, but Mr. Donnovan’s office was cavernous and you weren’t allowed in unless invited. “AGGGHHHH!”

The second strike had her fall forward onto the table. There was third, fourth, fifth and they kept coming until a tenth one clipped her taint.

“OHH! SHHHH!IIT!!! AHHHH! AGGHHH! FUCKKKK! AH! AHHH! OOOFFFFF! AHHH! GAHHH!!!!”

“Email me in five minutes or I’m coming to find you,” Jessica said, reaching down for the panties, handing them to Peter with his belt. “Wear them the rest of the day, Urchin…No sleep with them on…wear them until morning, got that?”

“Yes Mistress,” Peter said and she walked out, the large door slamming as Giada put the chair back and turned to Peter.

“This leadership training is fucked up,” Giada said looking at Peter then looking at his left hand where the wedding ring was. “I hope your wife doesn’t find you in them.”

“You’ve got four minutes to get to your computer,” He said and turned to Mr. Donnovan’s bathroom to go put the panties on.

Giada raced to her desk, outlined that she’d be in the gym that night (Monday) and the rest of the week except Friday and mornings Tuesday, Wednesday and Friday. She felt relief hitting send and then felt the hot burn of the belt shots on her ass, the adrenaline of the moment, or Peter watching and having to do the email wore off.

She was heading to the gym when Candy McGlophlin stopped her in the hallway.

“Tomorrow at 2 p.m. we meet with the Catrells,” she said, much less confrontational. “You take the lead and I’ll review the documents to so I can help if needed.”

“Thank you,” Giada said, the older woman looking her over up and down, seeing the workout bag in Giada’s hand.

“It’s too bad you’re such a good lawyer, because you’d make a good sales person,” she said, whipping around her skirt rolling showing a hint of upper thigh. “Have a good workout.”

Giada did, taking some of the frustration of the discipline out on the weights, she was embarrassed having it done in front of a young male colleague she found attractive. She felt ire towards Mistress Jessica, the stupid activity of sending an email to trip her up to get a punishment.

Finishing she gathered her things and got a water, headed into the elevator she pealed away from the tremendous view of the Christmas city from the top floor. She put on her favorite Christmas playlist and tried to call Charlotte, no success. She skipped and hummed to the Little Drummer Boy David Bowie/Bing Crosby, and rolled into her flat.

She fixed a lean dinner, read some from her Christmas book and put on a random playlist titled “Christmas Love” Her phone buzzed from a text around 7 p.m., it was Charlotte…”get on FetLife and access the live feed sent to you there.”

“But I didn’t friend anyone…”

Charlotte just texted back…”Trust…”

Anything FetLife meant the possibility of taking and uploading photos, or videos, appropriately “Baby it’s Cold Outside” played while she get her lighting, camera and stripped before logging on her computer. She felt a little giddy, typing in her password, she watched as her profile appeared and there were several messages on her front page.

“Holy Shit!” she exclaimed, there were comments on her photos and video from the first Secret Sadist Santa request, in fact over 50 comments she counted scrolling. She did have to send her login information to Jessica the other day so she must have made her profile live to the world.

There were also 150 friend requests approved, so someone was monitoring her account. Lastly her message box was filled with over 100 messages, she opened it and found the titles to be a lot of the same aggressive sexual comments and asks, she clicked on the first one titled “LIVE FEED” as Charlotte indicated.

It was tempting for Giada to pour through the naughty messages and adoration, instead of following Charlotte’s directions to get on the live feed. The message was from Mistress Jess366136, her hand clicked “Join” and she watched the video screen pop up, and going into ‘full screen’ mode, it did ask to join by video as well.

“Fuck, why not?” Giada said to the empty flat, the next song “Santa Baby” playing…

Immediately she saw herself in a small box and there was a figure on the screen suspended. The camera view was from the floor and soon she heard and saw stiletto boots and the end of the whip dragging.

“Clap! Clap!” echoed through the speaker, she assumed from Mistress, and Giada hopped to her feet, turned to the camera and spread her cheeks while bending over at the waist.

“Mmmmm, very good child…welcome.” The familiar voice of Mistress Jessica said. “Kneel on the floor and let everyone see your front now.”

‘Everyone’ Giada mouthed and turned, obeying her domme holding some sort of group video event on the website. Reading about the site Giada was interested in what those were like was now finding out. She presented her self to the camera, adjusting so it showed just below her face to her thighs on the screen.

“Open your comments feature and sit, Child, you’ll be interested in tonight’s demonstration,” Mistress Jess said and whipped the figure suspended, his voice shrill as she caught his leg with the tip at the whip’s fastest speed.

“Oh, Shit!” Giada said out loud. “That’s Master Rossfellow”

Indeed the man hogtied and suspended five feet off the ground was Mistress Jessica’s husband and recently forced himself on Giada, before she submitted to his cock.

“Yes, sadly it’s your former domme and my pathetic husband, everyone knows his path but you Child,” Mistress Jessica said. “He was not ready for the assignment of taking on someone, he’s always been too eager.”

Giada looked and saw all the comments talking about how beautiful she was and commenting now about how ‘Rossfellow’ (leaving off the Master) didn’t deserve to have ‘Chosen_one325936’ as his first sub.

‘Chosen_One?’ Giada wondered to herself, knowing this wasn’t her username before, figuring now Mistress changed that too.

“Snap! Snap! Snap! Snap!” Mistress Jessica laid into Rossfellow again and again with the whip.

“OH! HONEY! AHHHH! SHIT! AHHHHHH!”

The camera moved, past Mistress to the welts forming on his naked backside, there was a cage where his cock was, it was shown then it bobbed and went to Mistress Jessica’s face.

“I speak to you ‘Chosen One’, and I will be you new domme, and I regret ever giving over your trust to this fool. He’ll be lucky to fuck anyone for a full year.”

“Oh Mistress, you’re too generous…”

The camera moved swiftly away.

“You groveling swine! SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! SNAP!”

The howls from Rossfellow were loud and turned to cries, begging her to stop and then the camera cut away and the session was ended.

“Holy FUCK!” Giada said, standing up and looking at the computer, her message box was flooding in with friend requests and messages, all being processed by someone else logged on to her account at the same time. She felt satisfied saying, “He deserved that and more…”

Giada slumped down, and heard the song “Mistletoe” by Justin Bieber and she began to sob. The emotion of being taken flooding out, the relief that it didn’t go unpunished and she immediately missed Charlotte. She wanted to holding her naked right now.

‘Go open a box from downstairs, Lover’ her phone buzzed from the text from Charlotte said with a little heart emoji.

Wiping her eyes, Giada laughed, like the universe knew she needed something from Charlotte and though twisted, another sadistic Santa task seemed like just the thing. Stretching in front of the her window, naked, it almost felt like everyone could and did see her, the comments flood and the inbox that grew by the minute.

“I’ll investigate this shit later,” she said and closed the lid to her laptop. In the light she did snap a naked selfie to Charlotte with and caption “you can have all of this and more, just stop over”. Knowing she was on the east coast, it still was a legit offer.

She found the box in the basement, pulled one the smaller boxes out and undid it while prancing up the stairs, the jiggle and bounce of her breasts felt amazing in the coolness of her flat. She turned her gas fireplace on and the rabbit vibrator fell into her hands.

‘Ignore the directions and go back on line and pleasure yourself in front of the world, and I’ll be watching too’ – Charlotte’s text read, Giada laughed and opened the computer, grabbed her yoga mat, logged back on and soon had a ‘live session’ broadcasting.

She opened her legs to the camera, the lighting exposing every nook and cranny of her pussy, the moist folds she opened to the world. “Merry Christmas Baby” by Christina, blared as member after member joined, some getting invited by the other person logged into to her account. Comments were dirty, nasty, loving, hurtful, and kept coming. Hearts and devil emojis, roses, blood roses and more bounced across the screen while Giada played with herself, the vibrator still resting on the floor.

‘That’s it…take your time…’Charlotte texted. ‘All I want for Christmas is You’ by Mariah ironically started.

The session was watch only, the comments and emoji stream indicating how many people were on, the other person commenting with them sexy things egging them on like it was Giada herself answering. By the time she inserted the device there were over 500 people watching and when she finally orgasmed there were nearly 900.

Giada ended the night by blasting her cunt with three fingers until she cried out again, and 1034 people witness her quivering at her own hand with a second orgasm.

None more interested than Charlotte, who came five times alone in a hotel, using an assortment of devices to pleasure herself to her lover’s broadcast.

Giada waved at the masses, Charlotte, closed the computer and went to bed. She had a busy day at work.

First thing she and Candy met with Mr. Donnovan.

“Tell me how are we going to acquire this piece of property?” Mr. Donnovan said and took a seat at the head of the table.

They started and the two women were in sync, able to map out the strategy and tell how each person had their role and how they would be effective. Giada was going to be the lead, Peter had the law ready to throw in their face in several ways and Candy was going to deliver the threat, accusation or offer at the end. They went through it as they rehearsed.

“Very good,” Mr. Donnovan said, his hands together, fingers inside of fingers, he was leaning forward looking at both of them. “I wouldn’t have thought two months ago that you could deliver such a good plan Peter.”

Peter looked shook, Giada thought, his head down now, Mr. Donnovan’s eyes were intently on him. Peter looked at Giada then up at their boss.

“I’ve learned a lot,” he said. “You provided me clarity and, a mentor.”

“Candy’s the best, yes…” He said. “Some people are born with that ‘it’, he continued and looked at Giada. “Would you say this young lady has ‘it’ Peter?”

“Yes Sir,” he said, Giada found it funny how they both called him ‘Sir’ and then it hit her, seeing his head down at this moment, she concluded Mr. Donnovan must be Peter’s Master.

“She does. Now go talk to Candy, I have a little business I need to clear with Ms. Lowden.” Mr. Donnovan said, and Peter rushed to his feet and the door was soon closing behind him, Giada swallowed a drink of water and sat waiting for what was sure to be next.

“Ms. Lowden, what have you learned so far here at Donnovan LLC?” He said sitting back, he was a good four chairs away. Giada felt compelled to make a move, subtle, but something to indicate she wasn’t intimidated (though she was) and something to show she wasn’t scared (thought she is).

She got up and slowly walked to the chair besides him, trying to come up with the right words.

“I’ve learned that as Alpha female in the world of real estate holdings I can not have a chink in my armor,” Giada said, leaning forward, trying to use her cleavage, her lips, her face, her outward armor against misogynistic bullying. “I must be prettier, stronger and more aggressive than others in the business world and in the company.”

“Does that work for you every time?” He said. “What happens when Candy takes the lead in the meeting with the Catrells, do you cut in? Do you make it a fight right there?”

“Excuse me Sir, she’s there for support and…” Giada started and he interrupted sharply.

“Do you think a woman with 20 years experience in this business, who had to wade through more male muck and misogyny, her ‘armor’ (he said with air quotes) is thicker and has deflected more than you’ll ever experience,” He was intense and pushing back. “You’re not even in sales young lady.”

“This concept was dead in the water, I brought it to you and do you think I’m going to sit back and let trust someone else?” Giada said, fighting for what she perceived as hers.

“Did you trust Mistress and Master earlier this week?” Mr. Donnovan said, delivering a staggering statement, knocking her off balance. Giada didn’t respond back, looked down, regretted every moment of this process now, it WAS going to interfere she thought in the moment. “Child, you’re letting your body’s response cloud the lesson of Triple S.”

“Trust, Sir?” she said purposefully acknowledging his dominance. “I’ve given more of myself…”

“You call submitting your body as trust?” Mr. Donnovan said, seeing something now Giada couldn’t fathom. “I think this is only about making partner to you.”

“Isn’t it though, Sir?” she said growling. “You tricked me into signing a paper and left me with no choice. Your ‘Master’ forced himself inside me, so that trust thing is a little tarnished.”

“Ah, Child, you don’t get it,” He said getting up, moving towards her. His hands large and open, gesturing back and forth. “You had a choice and you were submitting, trusting and now you’re second guessing, falling back, what makes me think you won’t do that with the Catrell’s if Candy does something you’re not ready for?”

“Or agree with,” Giada said, now getting up out of her chair, the two standing face to face in the sales conference room. “My instincts are based on a lot of preparation and…”

“You can’t prepare for everything, Ms. Lowder.” Mr. Donnovan said, he tone lighting his hands moving to his side and he turned away from Giada. “What happens when there’s a curve ball and you don’t know they answer yet you go full stream ahead, rather than trusting your partner, your colleague, to step up with the answer first.”

Giada sensed his frustration, she wanted a full on fight face to face with the CEO and then something unexpected happened – he turned away from her.

She felt off balance, his motives not very clear, her instincts scrambled, he literally put her in this situation purposefully and had paused HIS rational to put the ball firmly in HER court.

“What would you suggest I do next, Sir?” she said after thinking for a moment, the word ‘submission’ popping into her head along side ‘trust’. She could have said anything there, pulled the “it’s her idea card one more time, but she instead lobbed the ball back to Him.

He turned to her, head looking over his right shoulder, pivoting slowly, his answer already formulated.

“Go to Candy and ask her to take the lead in tomorrow’s meeting and trust her judgment and methods inserting yourself within the established parameters she sets for you.” He said, then moved closer, again face to face, her eyes looking up at his significant height (6’3″ she estimated). “And after you close this deal, while the ink is still wet, you will come and submit to me. Understand Child?”

She looked up, the charisma, the leadership, drew her to him much like she imagined the victims of vampires must feel like. Her lips parted, the breath drew in and she signed a spoken contract saying, “Yes, Sir.”

“Very good,” Mr. Donnovan said, his hand went to her cheek and she closed her eyes and felt it’s size and his power. “Go.”

Giada went to Candy, they worked out a plan, she slept well that night and the next day they prepped until meeting time, barely taking any time off for lunch or breaks. Driving there, Candy was focused and ready, Giada felt relieved some, yet anxious, the less aggressive approach they had practiced seemed chancy, she forced herself to trust Candy.

The lawyers for their side made Donnovan LLC’s case for them most of the meeting, almost getting a verbal agreement in the first 30 minutes, then getting bogged down in how much tax each side would pay. Giada took notes and let Candy do her job and in the end they paid $100,000 over what the county would give in a eminent domain acquisition, and took on 20% of the tax debt WITH the Catrells liquifying assets to pay the other 80% so the land could be transferred. The value of the land combined with what Donnovan LLC already owned made this a major victory.

Catrell’s left, and in the lawyers office Candy turned and hugged Giada, thanking her for the concept behind the eminent domain, providing the leverage for today’s meeting. They were packing up and Giada’s phone buzzed once she turned it off silence.

“Congratulations, Giada. Tell Candy you’re waiting for a ride back, that you have other business to attend to… Mr. Donnovan.”

“The inks still wet…” Giada whispered, shuddered thinking of Mr. Donnovan as her Master.

A limo pulled up 10 minutes after Candy left, the stately young woman dressed in a formal black driving suit, aviator glasses, complete with hat opened the door for her. Mr. Donnovan was sitting inside looking out at her with eyes hungry for her to step inside. The door closed, the window between the driver and them totally black, the windows tinted. He sipped on a drink that smelled like fine whiskey, the car started moving and Mr. Donnovan began.

“Hand me your panties, Child,” He said, holding out his hand. “I don’t ever want to catch you wearing these again, ever…got it?”

“Yes Master Donnovan,” she said, reaching between the skirt, moving and sliding them down, stretching out, pulling them off each shoe, taking the shoe off with them. She handed them to him, he immediately placed them under his nose, sniffing their scent, they were a little damp from her anticipating him coming.

“Gin and Tonic is your drink?” He said, his eyes less focused and stern.

“Please, Sir.” She said, her head down. There was a whir of a machine in the wall of the limo and he opened a slide door and produced a glass with garnish of lime. He handed it over to her, hit another button and light Christmas jazz began to play. The lights of the city were gone and they were pulling off the interstate, into an area Giada quickly picked up on, she looked over at Mr. Donnovan and rose her glass, knowing what this was about.

“Yes, Child. This is the property that will make you, your partners and this company millions of dollars,” Mr. Donnovan said. “You have my permission to speak freely.”

“Thank you, Sir.” Giada said sipping her drink, relieved she wasn’t bent over his knee getting spanked, or tortured. She felt she earned a break and some application and Mr. Donnonvan was giving that to her. “In 10 years this will be full, heck I bet in five years.”

“Have you been on he adjoining property yet, Child?” Mr. Donnovan said, signaling not to get too comfortable.

“No Sir,” Giada replied, turning to look out the other window, she saw snow beginning, further lightening her mood.

“Excellent, I’m going to show you something,” Mr. Donnovan said, she looked at him smiling, how charismatic he was, she just noticed he was without a tie and from his unbuttoned shirt chest hairs appeared.

She found him quite appealing in that moment.

Giada felt his eyes on her, she smiled taking another sip, the silence both unnerving and exciting, she felt herself moisten, wondering how his lips would taste, his hands on her body feel. He could ask her to do anything at this moment as the intoxication of success, calm companionship and the G & T settled into her brain. The Christmas jazz made the backdrop of snow magical.

“What do you want for Christmas, Sir?” she said in a sort of flirty tone, leaving everything open to his desires. Mr. Donnovan chuckled and placed his glass in the compartment, hit a button and the sounds of the machine mixing him another drink occurred, he pulled out the whiskey and water, and Giada gleefully handed him her glass for another.

“I am blessed beyond comprehension, I have health, money, I have a job I’m good at, and I have amazing people working for me” Mr. Donnovan said, paused and thought real hard about his next words. “Christmas is about family. You will discover by the time Christmas morning arrives how much I consider you and everyone at the company my family.”

“I am honored to have found this family,” Giada said, getting her second drink handed to her, still sitting across from Mr. Donnovan, wanting to jump into his lap, throw her arms around his neck and press her lips to his.

“Do you get along with your family, Giada?” He said, releasing the control for the moment, she struck a cord, his eyes soft and studying her, waiting for her answer. “Will you have a Christmas at home with family?”

“I do,…Sir and I will. May I ask you your first name?” Giada said, she realizing this could be the first time he used her first name.

“Walter,” he said, softly with a smile, the whiskey brought back to his lips, he again studying her.

The limo stopped abruptly, they were in a wooded area, that was elevated from the flat farmland that they had been slowly driving in, on a gravel now dirt road.

“We’re here,” Walter said placing his glass in the cupholder, opening the door, hopping out, and holding his hand for Giada. She did he same, her small hand in his large palm, fingers wrapping around, felt electric.

“Thank you Walter,” she said looking up at him, the darkness lit by the the lights of the city, the clear sky with a low moon. She looked out over a pond, a large pond and trees everywhere.

“They threw this land in for nearly nothing, saying it wasn’t worth much,” Walter said with a chuckle. “I see six plots of picturesque land for six beautiful estates, for those wanting isolation.”

“Won’t it take hundreds of thousands of dollars to get running water, electricity and sewer out here?” Giada said, having interned at a real estate engineering and development company. His hand went to her shoulder, she closed her eyes to his touch.

“About 1.5 million,” Walter said. “It’s a wash investment for a business, no real profit line here.”

“So why develop it?” Giada said, sinking into his body, letting his arm wrap around her shoulder, she felt as if he was going to turn and kiss her at any moment and he turned her body to him.

“Family,” He said and released her, walking out between her and the sight line of the pond. “There are six of you and you will help develop and occupy the six palatial estates.”

“Excuse me Walter, no disrespect, but what are you talking about?” Giada asked, the snow falling a little harder, the terrain looking like a snow globe turned upside down and the flakes fluttering down.

“It’s a company benefit, that can be refused of course, a large estate where the investment is maintained by the people that helped acquire it,” Walter said then returned to her side. “We’re going to break ground and start the utilities run starting this spring.”

“I see,” she said, this time she moved to him, pressed herself into his side, looking up, inviting him with her eyes. She wasn’t sure she was into a wooded estate, but the thought was there, and it was too big for her mind to wrap around at the moment. Starting with pulling her panties off, her engine for sex had been started slowly and these moments had brought her idle higher. “Kiss me Walter.”

“Giada, you are so beautiful,” He said holding her cheek in his massive palm. She wanted so much to for him to devour her mouth with is own, then ravage her body in any way he pleased. “Your heart belongs to someone else.”

He opened left her, she looked at him in disbelief, he swiftly moved the the door of the limo and opened it and stood aside.

“Merry Christmas, Child.” He said, producing the face of Charlotte, naked in the back of the limo, she was the driver in disguise. “Let me drive you two around the city.”

“CHARLOTTE!!!!!” Giada exclaimed, moved past Mr. Donnovan who quickly closed the door, she pushed her face to her lover’s and they kissed while sliding back into the seats. Giada’s hands were on Charlotte’s face, their tongues mixing, The smiles on both women who last seen each other over two weeks ago, mixing with passionate kisses. “Oh my GOD! I can’t believe you’re here.”

The limo began to move and they began kissing again, Giada’s hands moving to Charlotte’s breasts, playing and then bringing her mouth to one nipple then the next, her smile still large, Charlotte pushing forward, Giada melting back into the seat.

“You were gonna fuck that old man,” she said with a giggle, pushing Giada’s dress up her body, her arching back letting it get to around Giada’s neck, undoing her bra and soon she had it over her head and was naked with her Love. “Show Charlotte how much you missed her.”

Giada opened her legs, her hands moving down, parting her pussy lips, the wetness glistening, her body and breasts bouncing as the limo made it out of the country roads. Charlotte smiled, her wet excitement demonstrating Giada’s want, and she smelled delicious. Giada saw the snow hitting the sunroof while Giada’s lips found her cunt.

“OhhhHH GOD! I missed you,” Giada’s hands now in Charlotte’s hair, her back arching again to pressing further, Charlotte made love with her mouth unlike the first time they were together. “OHHH CHARLOTTE YES!”

Giada’s quivering body pulled into Charlotte’s face, slowing down as she came down from the climax, Charlotte moving up positions her legs, now on the other seats, they crossed and moved forward, and their flesh, wet and pressing against each woman’s pussy.

Using the strength in their arms they pushed their bodies together, the backs of the seats almost perfect distance apart, the seats holding them up, the twist and grind began.

“Mmmmm my little slut,” Charlotte said, a bit aggressively. “Who do you think..OHHHH YES! GOD! Thank you for sharing your videos…for going online…”

Giada hadn’t begun to rise with Charlotte, still on the backside of her orgasm, thinking of the user names in the FetLife website, wondering which was Charlotte’s.

“Yes. You are a good little sub, Giada…OHHHH…MMMmmm OH!” Charlotte continued to search for that slight penetration and glide over her clit. “I may have to petition the group for sole ownership of you.”

“Your mine, always and I’m yours” Giada said, hearing Charlotte climax against her legs and pussy.

“OHhH! YES! BABY! OHHHH!” Charlotte said, then the women released the tension they had, dropping to the floor, Charlotte breathing heavy, still looking at Giada with lustful desire. “Taste me Sweetheart…Lap up my juices.”

Giada dove down and her mouth met Charlotte’s waiting hips, she lapped at her with her tongue, spread her pussy with her fingers and sucked at the flesh, getting flavor, fluids and the tang of their love pushed and mashed together.

“JESUS! God!” Charlotte called out, Giada’s aggression, mixed with hit her spots immediately had her cum again, her sensitivity a blessing and a curse that drives Charlotte to desiring sex often and dirty. “FUCk mE WITH YOUR FACE!”

Giada dug in, mouth burrowing, slobbering, tasting and diving, her hands taking Charoltte’s ass, devouring like a peach, the juices everywhere.

Charlotte bucked and pushed into Giada’s face, the women aggressively getting and giving their passion to each other. Mr. Donnovan drove them around, the air in the back filled with the musk of their orgasms and pleasure.

The limo pulled into the city, Charlotte pushed onto of Giada, looking her in the eye, grinding down like a male lover, breasts pushing again each other, mouths meshing. Walter pulled the limo into the “Make A Wish” fundraising light show in a local park, the snow the perfect backdrop. They stopped to pay, several 100 dollar bills went into the freewill box.

“Let me hold you, Love,” Charlotte said, sliding her body under Giada’s, holding her and watching the lights as the limo moved slowly. “This is paradise.”

“Yes,” Giada said, kissing Charlotte’s neck and pressing her temple into Charlotte’s. “Is this love?”

Giada moved her hand down, sliding over Charlotte’s stomach, onto her thighs and then between her thighs, petting her smooth skin, slipping a finger inside.

“Objection. Leading the wiiiitnesssss ohhhhh,” Charlotte moaned.

“Ladies we’re getting out soon after leaving the park,” Walter’s voice said over a small speaker, interrupting the smooth Christmas jazz and moving them off the ‘love’ conversation.

Giada put her bra and dress back on, Charlotte pulled her chauffeurs suit off the shelf, going braless, pantiless and putting everything, including the jacket back on. The limo stopped and Charlotte moved to the door.

“I ‘love’ being with you, and I ‘love’ the way you make me feel physically and intellectually.” Charlotte whispered to Giada in her ear, running her hand down Giada’s arm before kissing her on the street downtown Des Moines. “Now, I’ve got to catch a flight back to the east coast.”

Like the space shuttle disaster, Giada’s heart was on full assent and exploded seeing Charlotte leaping out of the vehicle they had just consummated love, hearing those words and was leaving her.

“YOU WHAT!” she screamed out the door into the street, Mr. Donnovan holding the door stepped in front of her wanting to chase Charlotte into the Uber. “Get the FUCK out of my way!”

He was too strong and pushed her back into the limo, a few people watched while he shut the door, it self locked and she couldn’t get out. The limo sped away, Giada pounding on the windows in despair, now crying, screaming, balled up in the seat as they continued through the streets she had just experienced bliss, now complete heartbreak.

Giada had fallen asleep and by the time they pulled into the garage of a large palatial estate, she had no idea where they were when Mr. Donnovan opened the door.

“She flew out here to be with you just for a few moments,” Mr. Donnovan said, rubbing her feet sitting in the back with her. “She set all this up to have this time.”

“And for what?” Giada said. “To get off and fly off…”

“Do you want to meet your Secret Santa tonight?” He said, getting her head to rise up out of her arms, having curled up in a ball.

“Fuck you!” She said and laid back down.

“You can sleep here, and we’ll take you home in the morning, or you can come in and finish your training and we can celebrate your victory.” He said, Giada had forgotten she had accomplished a second major feat of her young career that day. “Your choice.”

He got up and walked out of the limo, into an open door that light was pouring out of and he left the door open.

“Not much for choices,” Giada said and slipped out of the limo, getting her shoes and carried her disheveled self into the opening of what had to be his estate.

“Down here!” he heard Mr. Donnovan call from a lower level, the upper had steps and a shut door. “Lose your clothes.”

“Of course,” she said, sliding her dress off, dropping her shoes and undoing her bra, stepping into a darker room with a soft floor. The lighting was horrible and she couldn’t see anything. She was less than excited to be here, to be doing this, her tone showed. “What now…Sir?”

“Control, Giada, is a misunderstood term in many ways,” Master Donnovan’s voice now projecting from a speaker, the room had tall ceiling that was dark, there were items scattered about the space which was about 15 by 20 feet large. The walls were padded up to about six feet and the rest seemed smooth as dark metal or glass. “You can control someone physically, of course, but also mentally and emotionally.”

She walked into the middle of the space, looking around, tripping over a set of handcuffs, a whip, seeing a cane and other devices of restraint and of punishment, all hand held or on he wall. Her eyes began to acclimate and she heard the door open from the upper level, footsteps and at the opening Peter walked in, naked and the door shut behind him.

“Naked Peter is my Secret Santa??!” Giada exclaimed into the air. “What is this shit!!??”

“You two have shared a Secret Santa and your last task is this,” Master Donnovan said and then began reading the last prepared note. “Hello! You have both performed magically to this point, and now we get to see who is the dominant one and who gets to be a submissive, passed around the company for the next year. You must talk to each other, berate each other, command each other, tease each other and try to dominate the other. No biting, extreme hair pulling or closed fisted combative, otherwise all is at play. BEGIN!!!”

“Holy F-Shit!” Giada said seeing Peter, naked, cock flopping side to side charging her. “Back off!”

She pushed his arms away and slid to the left, his charge passed her and he stood and turned around.

“Oh come on, just submit to me already Giada,” He said in a flirty tone. “You’ve wanted me from the first day you saw me.”

He approached her quick stepping, she with her hands out, backing up, she tripped over an item, falling to the floor.

“Of course YOU would THINK that,” she saw his cock semi-hard and her mind kicked into gear. She rose to her knees, motioned with her hand to come towards her, stating then opening her mouth “Just stand before me then.”

“That’s more like it,” Peter said, holding his cock, approaching her open mouth, standing straight beside her, feeling the brush of her lips on the head. “Ohhhh…Giada….ohhhHHHFUCKKWHAT THE!!!”

His half-assed charge at her told her all she needed to know, that he had never wrestled and her years of having to be her brother’s home partner, as directed by their father to give the future all-state wrestling someone to spare, she knew she had the advantage.

She slipped her arms around one leg, threw him backwards onto the padded floor, his hardening dick getting a knee drop when she got on top of him, his hands finding her shoulders and pushing back.

“Agghhhh!” he said, the knee sliding off to the side, her cunt just inches away from his inches.

“Oh relax,” Giada said, sliding the other knee over. “Let Momma ride that rocket.”

What he lacked in wrestling moves he made up for in bedroom moves. He pushed his cock forward and was instantly inside her pussy.

“Mmm yessss,” she cooed, but then abruptly the tables turned. “Shit! OHHHH fuck!!!”

Peter pushed his seven inches deep and then sat up and thrust forward, still inside, landing on top of her and his hands grabbing hers now her legs spread wide, his hips assaulting her pussy.

“You want it BITCH!” He said, pulling back and thrusting inside, repeating this again and again. He tried to score points talking nasty, but it wasn’t convincing. “Shit you’re so sloppy I barely feel you!”

Giada tried turning her hips, his hands controlling her attempts to break free, using it to leverage each thrust, her breasts bouncing while he pushed inside and they struggled. This was a position she hadn’t been in while wrestling Joey, she took the moment to enjoy the interaction, it felt pretty damn good and unlike Rossfellow she wanted this man from the moment she saw him.

“I do want it Daddy,” she said slipping into that roll, controlling the narrative. “I’ve wanted that cock from day one, you’re so right. Give it to me!”

He did exactly what she said, his hips electric, she stopped fighting with her hands and slowly wrapped one of his ankles with hers. Her mind went to a move she learned from being on her side, so she tried setting it up without Peter noticing.

He relaxed some with his hands, she hooked the leg and once she felt the pressure of his fingers go limp she broke out, pushed his shoulder and turned them off of her. The cock sliding out felt amazing, then she grabbed a cuff and locked it around one foot and stood up.

He walked forward, not realizing what had just happened, his cock hard and dangling, wet from her pussy, the cuff a nucience. She shot on his right leg, rose up, lifting the fifty pound heavier man and toppling to the floor again, he turned, mistakenly and she slipped on top of him, hooked his leg and pushed him forward, the cuff on his wrist, her elbow in the back of his head. Her breasts pressed into his back, staying low, using every pound of her body to try to control him just long enough.

His leg broke free and he was able to spin out from her.

“I guess I should have wrestled in high school,” He said and approached her lower and in a guarded position. “I do know my weight advantage it too much to overcome if I’m careful.”

“Go ahead and think that,” Giada said, the sweat starting to pour from her scalp, the days in the basement of her house vividly coming back from a place she had stashed them. The move that no-one knew about, until it happened, and everything there after. “You’re about to be everyone’s bitch for a year Urchin!”

She moved into him, he pressed his hands to her shoulders gaining a surprise advantage, pushing her back, her shoulders tumbled towards the floor, while Giada’s hands grabbed his forearms, her weight brought him with her.

Her shoulder blades hit, she crunched her abs, pulling her torso up and his face met her pussy, legs wrapped and she turned putting him in a scissor’s grip around his face and neck, both on their sides.

Peter’s legs flailed, her cunt covering his nose, or mouth, he tried to squirm free, but she was strong from two years of training, it cut off the air, his hands closed, he punched at her torso, but the lack of air and her surprise, had him helpless..

“STOP!” Master Donnovan’s voice commanded and the door to the room opened and a man broke them up, Peter gasping and rushing air into his lungs. Giada pulled off of Peter and now standing with Luis, who was dressed for a fancy party.

Giada’s chest was heaving up and down, the adrenaline was pumping, Luis watching his beautiful, naked, colleague recovering from this amazing feat of dominance. She looked at him, the lights were on showing there were windows above, no doubt an audience watching, she looked at Peter.

“Lay down Peter!” she commanded, looking at Luis who moved aside. “I want to finish our ride.”

Luis moved to the door, Peter looked at him, then Giada and lowered to the floor, his cock rising from behind deflated in the takedown. She moved to him, standing over his hips she squatted and looked at him.

“Is she watching?” Giada said, pressing her finger to his wedding ring on his left finger. Peter closed his eyes and nodded ‘yes’ then opened seeing her lower down, keeping his eyes while searching with her hand. She found his cock. stroked it below her, his eyes closing again, and she parted herself with him sliding slowly down, turning her knees to the floor. “Ohhhhh, Peter….”

Leaning forward Giada took one of his hands and placed it on her breast, both now there, her hands around his shoulders, her hips leading the charge, getting what SHE wanted. Pushing and grinding, his hips lifted to get deeper inside.

“Mmmmm, Baby, you feel so good inside me….wish ‘she’ was kissing me right now,” Giada said, smiling and looking up in the window. “Ohhh drive it baby.”

She leaned forward, kissing him, her hands on his cheeks before leaning back. His hands followed to her breasts, playing with her nipples, feeling the strength in her arms. She bounced on his cock, taking her back, though it wasn’t skin on skin, she remembered after all those years, she remembered grinding shorts on shorts.

“Mmmmm, yes… Urich…you feel good inside me,” Giada knew she was his dominant, and soon to be others. She fucked him hard, bouncing off of him, her hips exploding, imagining a dozen or so people watching them couple, his wife hearing she was wanted too. “YES! GOD YES!”

Giada collapsed onto Peter, her breasts pressed against his chest, she really did find him attractive and glad she fucked the stench of Rossfellow’s cock out of her, she ground on him until he climaxed.

“MMMmm Ohhhh, Mistress,” Peter said for the first time unloading inside her.

“Can I have you both next time, Urchin?” Mistress Giada said.

“If it please Mistress, yes…” Peter said.

She climbed off of him, the door opened and they were lead upstairs to a changing area with a shower. She rinsed off, found acceptable deodorant, Peter went into another room and did the same. There was a dress hung in the corner, a nice red with a Christmasy pattern. There was a hall connecting five or so rooms like that and Giada went through them all, her shoes didn’t quite match, but she put them on, pantiless, she was able to brush her hair quickly.

“To the newest Mistress!” Danielle proclaimed, hugging Giada as the applause burst and a hearty “Hur-rah!” was yelled by all together. It was their annual Christmas Party, and every year the newest graduates of Triple S were celebrated and brought into the family. “Oh, honey you were marvelous…I hope I get to train you…”

Giada’s head was spinning.

“Come here Child, I’m sure you’re confused,” Mr. Donnovan stated, the room coming into focus their was a large table, place settings, bar in the corner, a three piece jazz band playing Christmas carols. Clete, Luis, Candy, members of the board, Jessica and Claireece (Peter’s wife), a beautiful African-American woman by Luis and another woman by Clete.

There was a spiral staircase up to what was like a suspended catwalk where there were windows down to the room where she and Peter battled, enough for all of them to watch. She left Danielle’s arms and moved towards Walter Donnovan, the kingpin of all that she was as a business woman and now as a sexual being.

“Where’s Charlotte?” Giada asked, her eyes soft and hopeful.

“Oh Dear, we weren’t lying, she had to fly back,” Mr. Donnovan said, Giada’s head dropped, her eyes closed. She was on top of their business and sexual world and the most important thing to her was missing. “We’ll go over all of what it means to have submitted Peter later, let’s celebrate Christmas, the success you have brought this company and the leadership you’ll learn under Jessica. Have a drink”

A server brought her a gin and tonic. She accepted everything, there was so much adoration for her and Peter the entire staff settled in and enjoyed a nice evening. The sexual aspects set a side and human interaction about family, life and dreams commenced, Giada talked to just about everyone and especially took time to sit with Claireece and Peter towards the end of the evening.

“You are very beautiful,” Giada said complimenting Claireece awkwardly, looking at the Asian features of her face, the broad shoulders from her Anglo-Saxon father. “Before this place I wouldn’t have dreamed…”

“To fuck another woman’s husband in front of her,” Claireece said with a soft grin. “Me either, but it’s happened. He’s a total submissive, you would have won regardless, but Damn girl that move was something, where did you learn that?”

“Everyone’s attention, we’re about to introduce you to Peter and Giada’s Secret Santa.” Danielle said standing by the door. “He’s just arrived….”

“Um, my Brother,” she said answering Claireece’s question before the reveal.

“…from Minneapolis. Give it up for…”

“um my Brother?” Giada asked and watched Joey walk through the door.

“…Joey, Giada’s brother!”

“Merry Christmas everyone…Giada, Merry Christmas!” Joey said and walked in to his sister’s business and back into her sexual life.