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Chapter seven

Riley

Warm sunlight filters in through the window and strong arms are wrapped around me from behind. I smile when John’s arms squeeze me tight, and I hug them to my chest. It’s then I feel Eefoowie in my arms as well. I slept with her all night, and Daddy isn’t judging me. I swear, my heart swells with happiness.

“Are you awake, sweetheart?”

“Mmhmm. Thank you for coming over last night, Daddy.”

A happy sigh leaves his lips. “This is crazy.”

“What is?”

“Tell me you feel it, too. It’s not just me?”

I turn in his arms until I’m facing him. John’s blue eyes are sparkling, and I smile.

“It’s not just you, Daddy. I feel it too.”

He presses a tender kiss to my temple. It isn’t the first time he’s kissed me like this in the last twenty-four hours, but I swear, I’m already addicted to it.

“Would you mind staying big for me while we eat breakfast? I’d love to talk to you. Then I have a surprise for you.”

Oh god, is it weird that I freaking love how he asked me to stay big? There’s something so sweet about the way he phrased it. He’s making it clear he wants me to be in my adult headspace if we talk, but it also makes me feel like it’s okay if I say no because I need my little space.

“Yes, I’ll be big for you, Daddy. On one condition,” I say hopefully. I slide my thigh between both of his. I peer down and notice his morning wood tenting his briefs.

He hasn’t caught onto my naughty thoughts yet as he chuckles. “Sure, baby boy. What’s your condition?”

I slide in even closer, so our bodies are pressed together.

Time to seduce my Daddy.

I press my thigh against his hard cock while simultaneously kissing his neck. I trace the pads of my fingers through the hair on his chest until I’m plucking a pebbled nipple. “Will you let me suck your cock, Daddy?”

John groans. “Baby, I don’t want to rush you.”

I take both hands and glide them across his furry pecks before pinching his nipples again. “Please, Daddy? Please? I need your cock so bad.”

I bat my lashes and look up into his eyes. The sight of him before me has my cock jerking and leaking precum. His pupils are blown, and his nostrils are flaring as he breathes hard, trying to hold himself back. Fuck, there’s nothing hotter than a desperate Daddy about to lose control. I noticed the way he reacted to my begging.

So, I continue to run my hands all over my Daddy’s body and try begging again.

“Please, sir. Will you give me your fat cock? Your sweet boy wants to suck you dry.” I have no idea why I’m talking like this. I was never brave enough to do it with anyone else, and yet with John, the words flow naturally.

I want to be dirty for my Daddy.

“Fuck, Riley. You’re a filthy boy, aren’t you?”

I nod desperately. “Only for you, Daddy.”

John moans. I can feel a wet spot forming on his briefs. He begins thrusting his hard cock against my thigh as I continue to whisper and beg in his ear.

Finally, when he feels worked up and almost desperate, I make my way down his body, kissing a wet path as I go. Once my lips are wrapped around his thick cock, I’m delightfully surprised when he grips my hair and thrusts into my mouth.

I moan around his girth and realize that all this power might have gone to my head because now I’m just as hard and desperate as he is. I thrust my cock against the bedsheets as I take him further down my throat. It doesn’t take long before John is coming and spilling into my mouth. It’s so much that I can’t swallow it all, but that’s okay since I love making a mess.

He’s salty and delicious. Fuck, I need to come so bad now. I rock my hips against the mattress, but it’s not enough. I strip out of my onesie.

John is still panting from his orgasm, and his eyes are half-hooded with lust. “Damn, look at you, baby boy. Do you want Daddy to help you?”

My cock jerks and bobs as I flip over onto my back and thrust into the empty air. I whine and clutch the sheets.

“Please, Daddy.” This time when I beg, my words aren’t calculated. They tumble out of my mouth freely. I barely even know what I’m saying as all the blood rushes from my head to my cock.

John holds me down with one large hand on my chest. The weight of him pressing me into the mattress is intoxicating and causes me to moan. With his free hand, he reaches over and swipes some of his cum off my lips and chin. Then he uses it to slick up my cock while he jerks me off.

It’s so fucking naughty and sexy that it only takes me three pumps before I’m coming all over myself.

He chuckles, low and wicked. “You were such a good boy for Daddy.”

My smile is so wide that my cheeks burn.

“You know, I never got to decorate for Christmas this year with the move. Would you like to go out for breakfast with me? My treat. Then, we can head over to my place and decorate?”

“You’d do that for me?”

“Yes, baby boy. Plus, I thought it would be fun for us to do it together. We could make it a tradition of ours.”

The fact he’s thinking of our future has my heart doing somersaults.

(January 15 th )

“What are we doing here?” I ask as we pull up to Dark Satin a few days later.

When Daddy told me to pack my favorite little clothes and Eefoowie in my bag, I knew I would get to play today, but I didn’t think we’d be going to the club. Honestly, I didn’t even know the club was open this early.

“I have a surprise for you,” John says as he parks. He gets out of the driver’s side and jogs around to open my door. He reaches in and unbuckles my seatbelt.

Such a Daddy. I love it.

I smile as I get out of the car. I stand on my tippy toes and place a sweet kiss on the corner of Daddy’s lips.

John leads me to a side door, rather than the main entrance, and I cock a curious eyebrow at him. “What are you up to?”

He grins. “You’ll see, sweetheart.”

John keeps his hand pressed to the small of my back as he guides me through the back halls of Dark Satin. When we take the wrought-iron staircase, I immediately know we are headed to the playroom.

But what I don’t expect is the sight that greets me as soon as he opens the door. The whole playroom is decorated with twinkling Christmas lights. Initially, I thought the room decorations were unchanged from a month ago, but upon further observation, I discovered that the Christmas decor had doubled, or perhaps even tripled.

It’s not just the lights; garland and ornaments are everywhere. The room is filled with wrapped gifts in each corner, and there’s a large tree lit up in the center. I spot the same stockings hanging on the far wall—only, wait, no. They aren’t the same stockings. These are filled with not just stuffies but all kinds of things. And this time, each stocking is labeled.

I read each of the names out loud, starting from left to right. “Riley, Ash, Wylan, Jules, Rowan, Noah.” I spin around to face my Daddy. “What’s going on—”

My words falter when I see all my friends and their Daddies standing with John.

“Surprise!” They all cheer together. “Merry Christmas!”

I giggle, rushing over to my friends. Seeing all of them here and in their outfits, ready to play, has me bouncing with excitement. I’m already starting to feel little, and I know that it’s okay. Each of my friends feeds off my enthusiasm, and soon enough, we’re all bouncing in place and giggling.

“You have the best Daddy ever!” Wylan cheers. “Did you know he set this all up?”

Ash nods. “Daddy John said he’s going to spoil you today. He said today we get to celebrate Christmas again. We have the whole day planned. We get to decorate cookies, color, and make ornaments out of pinecones and glitter!”

“He even found us some Christmas movies for us to watch together after lunch,” Wylan says. “And before we leave tonight, we get to open presents! It’s like it really is Christmas all over again!”

Grinning, I spin around, feeling happy and slightly overwhelmed. I nuzzle against Daddy’s chest, wanting to cuddle against his warmth. He gave me what I always wanted. Christmas with my Daddy. I didn’t even have to wait a whole year.

A few tears slip down my cheeks as I look around at all the pretty lights and take in all my smiling friends. Suddenly, I’m thinking about Mom, and how much she would have loved this. She always thought Christmas was one of the most romantic times of the year.

I couldn’t agree more.

“Thank you, Daddy,” I whisper against his sweater.

“You’re welcome.”

What I really want to say is ‘ I love you, Daddy ,’ but it’s too soon. Instead, I nuzzle back against him.

As if understanding my thoughts, John squeezes me tight, hugging me the way I crave. “I know, baby boy. Me too.”