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Tenderness welled in me as her big wide eyes landed on mine, and she handed me the brush. The trust in her gaze hit me so hard I felt it in my gut.

All I’d offered her was this one night. And that’s all she’d accepted. We hadn’t shared names, although I already knew her nickname from the party. We hadn’t shared our numbers, either. In fact, we’d made a point of saying we wouldn’t. We’d both agreed that we didn’t want more, or even again. This was just one night. A night to explore each other’s bodies and live out our fantasies.

But as I looked at the sweet shy woman awaiting my instructions, who seemed to have bloomed in front of my eyes tonight, wearing nothing but a lacy bra and a hope-filled smile, I felt a pull inside. A deep pull to know more about her. And to let her know me.

I wanted to be more to her than just one December night she’d never forget.

Goddammit if I didn’t want the rest of her Decembers.

Chapter Five

Emily

“Come here, Little Red,” he crooned with a crooked finger, his other hand holding the light-colored wooden-backed hairbrush.

Shivers erupted across my skin, and I took three steps toward him.

“Lose the bra. Santa Daddy wants to see your ornaments.” He grinned, probably at the corniness of his words. But I loved it. This whole night was a mix of fantasy, heat, and playfulness. It was fun. Exciting and hot, but yeah, also fun. And isn’t that what it should be? Why should sex be so serious. Jett had treated our bed like a workbench, and sex a project that needed to be completed, so he could check it off on his to-do list. But maybe that’s because he was having fun with someone else. Maybe that’s how it was with men. Their girlfriends were for being serious with, and their side pieces got all the fun.

“Now, Little Red, or Daddy’s going to have to do it himself and you won’t like the consequences.”

His words popped me out of my head, so I unhooked my bra. I didn’t remove it with my hands though, instead I let gravity doits thing, just lowering my arms until the straps slid down off my shoulders and dragged the rest of the lace contraption with it.

He bit his lip the minute the bra fell and revealedmy ornaments, his expression quickly changing from goofy to admiring. I swallowed hard. No one had ever looked at me like this man, as if I was art, temptation and lust all in one, and I felt that deeply. I didn’t necessarily have low self-esteem, but I wasn’t confident either. I was short, had curves in all the right places but also some in the not-so-right places, and I was shy. Not usually what men went for when they were after a night of hedonistic passion.

“You’re gorgeous, honey,” he said in a way that felt like the truth and my face heated at the compliment.

“No need to be shy about it. You are.” His eyes roved over my body again and I moved my arms over my front. “Nah, don’t be doing that now. No shyness with your Daddy now.” He patted his lap.

“You know what a wheelbarrow position is?”

My eyes widened. I did, but the thought of it made me nervous. Swallowing, I nodded.

“Is that a yellow, Little Red?”

I gathered a breath. No, it wasn’t. Because I was never going to see this man again. And making the most of it meant, losing my stupid hang-ups. I boldly walked to him, spun, and sat on his lap, my legs on the outside of his in reverse cowgirl style. Then I lowered my upper body between his open thighs, straddling his legs with mine, exposing not only my ass but my most intimate parts to him.

“Oh, my fuck.” He whistled. “That’s my brave Little Red.” Both of his hands grabbed my ass cheeks, and he kneaded them like he was making Christmas pie. I felt as if my whole body must be blushing. But before I could obsess, he started spankingme. Every stinging swat with his palm jiggled my bottom cheeks which sent vibrations straight to my clit.

“What’s your color?” he asked, and I was so caught up in my arousal I was barely able to answer.

“Green, Santa Daddy, green.” I gasped as he stopped to run his knuckles through my slickness.

“Mm, you’re so wet.” His knuckle circled my clit for several long seconds and my legs started jumping. It felt so fucking good. God, I didn’t want him to stop. I was rising higher, ready to fall, ready to explode on his hand, but then he was gone again and all I could do was whimper at the loss.

“Here comes this pretty hairbrush, baby. It’s going to sting a lot. You remember to let me know if we need to stop. This isn’t a real punishment, Little Red, it’s a funishment. Meant to hurt but be enjoyed.”

“Yes, Daddy,” I said, and the smack of the brush echoed. A sharp sting instantly followed and I hissed, tightening my bottom. “Green,” I gasped so he wouldn’t quit. I wanted to feel the sting, the blossoming pain and then ultimately the pleasure that would follow.

“Good girl,” he crooned and then he did something that turned my brain to mush. He paddled my ass with the brush while also pleasuring my clit with his other hand. The contrast of feelings made my poor muddled brain feel like it might short circuit.

A sharp stinging smack. A deep, core-spasming swirl. Another crisp spank, and another swipe of his fingers over my nub and through my slick lips. I gasped, needing more, greedy for him to fill me.

“Fuck me, Daddy,” I begged on another hiss, as the brush landed in an echoing splat against my fiery flesh. But he ignored me, just making my clit jump again with his touch. This went on until my hips rolled with every rub and I called out in painwith every fiery spank until I slumped, unable to take any more pleasure or pain and juices ran freely over my mound onto my belly.

“Please,” I begged. “Santa Daddy, have I been punished enough? I need to come. I need to…” My words trailed off as two fingers entered me and he swatted my ass hard with the brush simultaneously. “Gah!” I called out. “I can’t hold…”

He stopped spanking me and tossed the brush, continuing to pump his fingers inside me. The wood skittered across the floor, and he slid down off the sofa, his ass hitting the floor. I was confused for a moment but then he hoisted my ass up, his hands gripping my hips, and I felt his breath on my pussy. And then he pulled me against him, so his face was pressed against me, and his tongue took over.