Page 128 of Santa Daddies

I’d already cleaned up all of the dinner dishes and put all of the food away before Dixie started barking to alert me that Yule was home, like I didn’t already know. Everything inside of me wanted to be upset with him, but when I turned and saw the exhausted expression on my Santa Daddy’s face as he walked into the house, I just couldn’t. The man looked like he’d been through it and all I wanted to do in that moment was make his evening easier than his day had been.

“Little elf, I am so sorry I’m late again.” He immediately started apologizing as he shed his coat and scarf.

I hurried to the door and got up on my toes to kiss his scruffy cheek and took his things to hang them in the closet for him.

Even though I was still disappointed and hurting, I put on a smile and mustered up the empathy I knew he deserved. “I can’t lie and say I wasn’t hoping you would be home on time, but I get it. You’re Santa now, the whole world is counting on you.”

Yule rubbed the front of his forehead and sighed. “That may be true, butyouare my whole world and I have completely neglected you.”

Yes, you have.Tears stung the back of my eyelids and the past three hours and all the raging I’d done was instantly forgotten.

“Neglect is a strong word. I’m perfectly taken care of. Spoiled even. Have you seen this house?” I swept my arm out to deepen my point. “I have everything a girl could need.”

“You may have all of the material things, but Daddy knows his little elf needs more than just things to keep her happy.” A pointed look crossed his features. The kind of look that made my whole body respond.

Biting the side of my lip, I sidled up to him and wrapped my arms around his middle.

Looking up at him, I cocked my head to the side just slightly. “Is it really me that’s the needy one, Daddy?”

He smiled. “Mmhmm. You need a good dose of Daddy’s cock to keep you on the straight and narrow. So why don’t you be a good girl and get on your knees for me.”

My mouth watered with the idea of taking his cock between my lips. Past me would have balked, but ever since the first taste I got of my Daddy’s cock, I’d been hooked.

I took my time undoing his belt and slowly sliding it through the loops before dropping it on the ground and sliding my hands way further into the waistband of his dress slacks than necessary. Yule stood perfectly still and quiet, watching me with the patience of the literal saint he was. It was often infuriating how he could just wait me out no matter what I was doing or howlong I took doing it. However, if it wasn’t for that unwavering patience, I likely would never have become Mrs. Claus.

“Good girl.” He smiled as he cupped my chin and rubbed his thumb over my bottom lip. “Now ask nicely for what you want.”

“What if I don’t want to ask nicely?”

He may have been a saint, but I was far from it and I could only go so long before I had to challenge him at least a little bit. I hadn’t forgotten what day it was, and I was starting to think he had.

He gripped my chin tighter. “Silly little elf. You know Daddy can hear your thoughts. Happy Anniversary, little one. Yes, I did remember, at least until I walked through the door and saw you looking all sexy and sweet. Then it poofed from my mind for a moment. But I remember. And not only that, I know with certainty you not only want to submit to me, but you crave it. So, why don’t you save us both the energy and obey me.”

“You’re not supposed to be able to hear my brain anymore.” I pouted.

“Then stop thinking so loudly.” He chuckled.

I’d been practicing just that and learning to guard my thoughts instead of aiming them at him, but when my guard was down like this it was a lot more difficult.

Be a good girl for Daddy.

His growly words rang loud in my brain, making me shudder.

Scowling, I shot my own thought back at him.

You don’t play fair.

I never have and I never will. Obey.

His eyes darkened with lust and for a split-second I thought about doing the absolute opposite, but looking up at his handsome face, I could still see the exhaustion there. He really didn’t need to be challenged. He needed to be taken care of and that’s exactly what I was going to do.

Sighing, I softened my expression and leaned into his touch. “Daddy, may I pretty please suck on your candy-cane stick?”

“You may, but when I say stop, you need to stop. I don’t want to finish in your mouth. I want to finish in your tight pussy as I make you scream for me.”

Another shudder ran through me at his promise. Our sex had been sporadic at best, with me feeling so sullen and him being exhausted every night. It had been a while since he took me hard and I wanted it. So bad.

Dropping to my knees in front of him, I ran my palms over the velvety fabric of his red Santa pants from his knees up to his hips and placed my hands around his cock, framing it like a picture.