Page 181 of Santa Daddies

He pulls my shirt free from my hands, twists it and uses it to bind my wrists.

Stepping behind me, he lifts my arms, bending them so that my bound wrists are on top of my head. His eyes rake up and down my naked reflection.

Caresses and kisses cover every part of me. Watching him in the mirror, I’m in awe of how beautiful we are together. How beautiful I am.

I’ve never seen myself the way he sees me.

He rights himself, towering behind me, his hands tracing up and down my sides. His erection presses into my backside and I wiggle against him.

“Not yet, Bellie.” With a hand on my raised, bound wrists, he steps in front of me and guides me backward into the wall, hooking my binding on a clothing hook. “Use that for support.”

I nod but lean forward, begging for another kiss. He touches his finger to his lips then taps it onto mine as he sinks to the ground, kissing his way down my body.

His hands settle onto my thighs. He sits on his heels. And an unspoken permission passes between us as he stares up at me.

Returning kisses to my belly, he lazily makes his way to my curls, his breath heating my clit. A little tap between my legs signals me to step wider, and my feet are barely settled when he licks.

“Oh, my god, that’s so good, D–” I was so close to calling him Daddy, but chicken out. I need this orgasm. I quickly regroup. “Don’t stop.”

I can barely keep my eyes open to watch his head rocking with his licks. Bliss consumes me as my orgasm builds, but as lost as I am, his moans might be louder than mine.

His hands trace up and down my legs. I force my eyes open to watch, but the sight of me bound to the wall while he ravishes me is too much.

I come on his face, my body lurching forward, but held back by the hook. He reaches up, steadying me. And I come several more times until I’m hanging limply.

He rests his head against my belly, supporting me, until I can breathe again. Cool air washes over my front as he sits onhis heels, wipes a hand over his face, and licks his lips. “Even sweeter than sugar cookies.”

“I need you inside of me.” I barely recognize the woman I’ve become. The one who trusts that she deserves pleasure.

Gently unhooking my arms, he pulls me in for a kiss. My release smells divine mixed with his masculine scent. And as our tongues mingle, I learn how good I taste. I’m not as ready for cooking comparisons as he was, but we taste delicious together.

“Do you need me to undo your wrists?” He eyes the hook. “Or can I…”

“Any way you want.”

He spins me around, returns my binding to the hook, and pushes my body downward to thrust my hips out.

“You liked those spankings the other night, didn’t you?” He rubs a hand down my back and over my butt cheek.

Excitement makes my legs a little wobbly.

“Are you okay?” His hand stills.

“Yes.”

“Then beg like a naughty girl.”

“I need you to fuck me.” I can’t believe who I’ve become. The wild side of me that had felt unworthy or deviant is free with him. Is that thanks in part to last night with–

A sharp slap stings my bottom.

“Are you supposed to be working right now?” The darkness in his voice takes me right back to how beastly he was as Krampus.

“Yes.”

Another sharp slap has me tugging down hard on my bindings. It’s such a thrill to be at his mercy.

He leans over my back, his rock-hard cock forced between my legs. It’s slick. His pre-cum. I swallow hard as his breath warms my ear. “Naughty girls know how to take it.”