Page 106 of Santa Daddies

My eyes slid over the snowy expanse that hugged the curves of legs only broken by the pink and black striped socks. My smile widened at her attention to detail. Instead of both socks pulled to her knees, one was bunched around her ankle as it had been that night. A pair of black and white saddle-shoes covered the toes I’d played with not long ago.

My gaze reversed until I was once again viewing her smile. As I moved toward her, she pulled her hands, hidden behind her back, to the front. I paused when she lifted her arms, gave her hands a vigorous shake, and then slowly opened them. On her palms sat a globe and inside, flakes of snow were swirling as if in a blizzard.

“You remembered the weather?” I asked, my eyes flicking over her shoulder to the night beyond the glass.

“I did,” she confirmed. “The snow was almost as magical as what happened that night.”

“And what was more magical than that?”

“You became my Daddy Dom.”

My heart clutched at the memory of the gift she’d offered me that night when she’d said yes to my request she allow me the honor of being her Daddy.

“And you became my beloved Little girl.”

“And the luckiest Little girl in the entire world,” she said.

As I began to move again, I watched her catch her breath, the same way she had that night. Reaching her, I took the globe from her and shook it again. We both watched in silence as the snowflakes fell. She’d bought me the globe on the first anniversary of that night. My eyes often sought it when sitting behind my desk, and I loved the fact she’d brought it from my office to share it tonight. Once the last flake settled, I set the globe aside and cupped her face between my palms, bending my head to press my lips to hers.

Before I could, she whispered, “Did I remember right, Daddy?”

“You remembered perfectly, little girl.”

I could actuallyfeelher lips curl into a smile as she closed the fraction of an inch between us and pressed them to mine. The kiss was only one of the many we’d shared and yet was also the first of the trillion I still hoped would come. Her arms wrapped around my neck as mine found their way around her waist. The kiss wasn’t hard, wasn’t demanding of anything other than what it was, a symbol of the love we shared. When I ended it with a small nip of her bottom lip with my teeth, she shuddered and knew without being told that it was time. I dropped my hands from her and watched as she slowly sank to her knees.

“May I, Sir?” she asked, her face turned up to meet my gaze.

“You may.”

Permission granted, she reached for the buckle at my waist and worked to unfasten it. Her face was flushed and I didn’t think it had anything to do with the effort required. I attributed it to the fact she had to reach over the bulge beneath the fabric of my trousers. Once the ends were hanging free, her fingertips found the tab of the zipper of my fly. Her eyes darted back to mine, the question easily discernible.

“Continue.”

“Thank you, Sir,” she said softly.

My cock stiffened further the moment she drew her bottom lip between her teeth. I paused her efforts by reaching down and tracing my finger along her free top lip. “Naughty girl. That’s my lip you’re biting.”

“Sorry, Sir.” She released her lip and ran the tip of her tongue along it as if to erase the evidence.

Did she have any clue how fucking adorable I found her? If she did, I’d never seen any sign and that was another thing I loved. Marcie was completely unassuming. She didn’t particularly care about appearances. It might seem strange since she made her money as a professional photographer. But all one had to do was watch a frame of film as it developed. With each shadow and separate shape that emerged, you saw that Marcie had captured what lay beneath the surface, the truth of what made the person being photographed unique.

The metallic sound that was normally completely ignored by me captured my attention as Marcie lowered my zipper.

“Please, may I remove your cock, Santa Daddy?”

“How else will you suck it?” I asked, going off script but loving the widening of her eyes and the sound of the giggle she couldn’t quite suppress. But when she actually knelt up and then bent forward and buried her nose inside the gap of my pants, I was the one releasing an unexpected sound. Let me just say, if you ever have a chance to experience the sensation of a womannosing your cock while trying to maneuver her mouth around a shaft that was basically a bunched ball of throbbing flesh, go for it. You won’t regret it for an instant. But be warned, it will definitely test your ability to keep from shooting your load in your pants like some untried teen.

I reached down and gripped a braid in each hand, pulling her back. “Hungry?”

“Very,” she said, obviously abandoning the script as well.

“Then carefully, pull my cock free.”

“With pleasure, Sir.” She performed the act with far less fumbling and a great deal more grace than that first time. With my cock free to display its need, the crown already sporting a drop of precum, she ran her fingers along its length and then raised her gaze to mine.

“Open,” I ordered.

Her lips parted instantly and that single drop was joined by another at her eagerness to begin.