I pluck a candy cane off of the towering Christmas tree. After unwrapping it, I lick at the straight end, sucking it periodically. You gasp. I glance at you through the crowd, give you a wink.
Lick. Suck. Wink.
You wiggle in your seat, blushing.
I walk closer to you, continuing the game. You stand. I suck. You freeze. I lick my sticky lips before glancing up at the mistletoe that hangs above your head.
“Merry Christmas,” I purr before grabbing your neck, pulling you in for a sweet kiss. Our tongues dance below the twinkling lights. Yum. Promises of things to come, if only you follow.
I gaze into your eyes as I take one final, long suck on the candy cane. Licking my lips, I place it in your open mouth.
“Suck,” I command.
Without hesitation, you obey.
“I hope you like your present. Call me when you want me to suck a little more.”
I wink. You nod and watch me leave.
“Merry Christmas,” I call over my shoulder as I fetch my coat. “See you soon.”
You wave goodbye with the candy cane still in your mouth. Licking. Sucking.
I wink one last goodbye, stepping out into the falling snow.
