Page 119 of Santa Daddies

I beamed and squeezed Jenna’s hand while my Uncle Leo began to pull on a chain that lifted the basket higher and higher. As heads tilted back to watch its ascent, Dawn cried, “Look, it’s Santa Claus!”

I spun around to look at the sleigh hanging from the ceiling only to have Emma giggle and turn me back. “Not there, silly, there!” She pointed back at the tower. “See him?”

A familiar face grinned down at me, the pom-pom of his red Santa hat bouncing as he called out, “Heave ho, Elf Leo. Ho-Ho-Ho!”

“It’s Santa Daddy!” I cried, bouncing in place, laughing as I watched him go a bit higher on what I supposed had to be a ladder hidden behind the red tower. It was a good thing the bell had stopped ringing because my Daddy tilted it back to display an opening where money had been loaded as people Picked-A-Pig to call their very own.

“Put it in!” I shouted and when the crowd erupted in laughter, Henry’s elbow dug into my ribs.

“You might want to rephrase that,” he whisper-shouted.

If my face turned as red as I thought, I was sure it matched the welts my wise Daddy had raised on my butt, but I didn’t care. I just giggled and shouted, “Fill it up, Santa Daddy!”

Santa was doing a belly laugh as he did exactly that, laying the last pile of money into the center of the tower.

“It’s a plentiful and perfectly packed pile of piggy payments to purchase a plethora of pretty presents!” he shouted, looking out over the crowd below him. When the laughter once more lowered a couple of decibels, he shouted, “Merry Christmas to all and to all… have the most wonderful night!”

The cheers erupted again as he placed a finger alongside his nose, winked and then disappeared.

It was magical and wonderful and everything I could never have even imagined. The rest of the night was just as incredible. I’d played every game at least once. At the candy table, I’d not only filled my belly, but the huge bag Daddy had handed me. As I peeled the wrapper off “just one more lollipop,” I had an idea.

“Santa Daddy, we should make up bags for the children too!”

“Already done,” he said and when I simply stared, the lollipop halfway to my mouth, he reached out and tapped the end of my nose. “Did you forget that Santa has hundreds of elves working hard to help him make the magic of Christmas happen?”

I had forgotten but knew that absolutely had to be true no matter what any other Big would say to try to convince me otherwise.

“You’re right.” I nodded and stuck the lollipop into my mouth and giggled around it when he shook his head.

“Don’t blame me if you wake up with a tummy ache,” he warned.

“I won’t,” I said, removing the candy for a moment. “Didn’t you know that Santa makes sure all the candy he leaves for thechildren is so magical that they can eat it for breakfast, lunch, dinner, and a snack and still not feel the least bit icky?”

Daddy laughed and then grabbed his own lollipop, unwrapped it and clicked it against mine before putting it into his mouth.

I giggled. “What flavor did you get?”

He pulled the lollipop out and looked at it. “I’m not sure, but I know it’s not peppermint.”

I chanced rolling my eyes. “How can you say that when you just said you don’t know what flavor it is?”

His brows wagged up and down and he gave one long, leisurely lick over the top of the bulb of the lollipop in such a way I felt my cheeks heating and my pussy clutching.

“Because, babygirl, it doesn’t taste as delicious as you.”

I gulped and whispered, “You’re making me wet, Daddy.”

His brows wagged again and he grinned. “I’m counting on it, babygirl, I’m definitely counting on making you drip.”

Wow, the man might be wearing a silly Santa hat and be sucking on a lollipop, but he could say the dirtiest, sweetest things that had every single part of me wanting to sing out, “Take me!” right in the center of the floor. Then I remembered I wasn’t wearing any panties and my gaze shot to my feet.

Daddy’s laughter was so loud it had people turning to stare and me trying to shush him.

“Babygirl, you are just so damn easy to tease. Besides, if you were actually dripping onto the floor and causing a big wet spot?—”

“Daddy!”

He continued even as I tried to jump high enough to slap my hand over his mouth. “You forget we are standing smack dab in the middle of a BDSM club, sooooo, feel free to drip away.”