Page 36 of Santa Daddies

“Good girl,” I crooned and then looked at the driver. He had his head forward, but I pulled the blanket over us anyway. “Lift your ass off the seat and pull those tights down, little red. Panties can stay up.”

“What?”

“You want me to do it?” I arched a brow at her. “I’ll put you over my knee right here if I have to. There can be squeals and spanking sounds along with the bells from the horse’s bridles.”

“Daddy!” she said after a swift intake of breath.

“Hurry up, Emily. Daddy’s no longer a gentleman.” I started removing my gloves. “I’m sure the driver will lend me his crop.”

“Okay!” she cried, hurriedly scrambling beneath the blanket to do as she was told.

“Are they down past your knees?” I asked with a menacing arched brow.

She swallowed hard and nodded.

I waggled my brow, giving her a filthy grin. “Good girl.” Chewing my lip, I explored beneath the blanket, touching her with no more than a feather-light touch until she involuntarily shivered. “Here’s the rules. No matter how I touch you, you’re not to make a sound. Understand?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Your hands don’t leave your sides. And you keep the squirming to a minimum.” I gave her my filthiest smile and finished with my last instruction. “And when you can’t stand another second of torment, you’ll beg me to let you come.”

Her eyes widened.

“I want to hear you beg your Daddy to let you come, understand?” I leaned close, taking her chin between my thumb and forefinger and whispered against her lips. “Deviate from my instructions at all and you’re in for the spanking of your life when we get back. In fact, we’ll try out the new bath brushes I had put in all the bathrooms.”

Her eyes went impossibly wide.

“Now spread those legs wide for Daddy.”

She did as she was told and I gave her thigh a squeeze of approval, and then I let my fingers dance softly up her leg to theapex of her thighs and tickled her pussy lips through the satin and lace of her panties.

Her thigh muscles tightened but she didn’t make a sound. My cock throbbed and ached as I watched her sexy expressions. When I decided she’d been tormented enough with that, I slid a finger beneath the leg band of her panties and touched her skin with feathery softness. Her lashes fluttered closed, and she squeezed her eyes tightly as she widened her legs, likely begging for a more substantial touch. I wanted to tease though, draw her pleasure out so it almost brought her to the brink of insanity before I let her come. The snow started to fall again, landing in her lashes, which suddenly flew wide as I parted her lips and ran my finger through her wetness.

Her mouth became an O as she gasped. I tutted her for making the noise. The ache in behind the zipper of my jeans was almost enough for me to forgo the torture and fuck her right there, but that would ruin my plans so I shifted in the seat and ignored the throbbing.

“Daddy’s going to enjoy spanking your pretty ass until it matches your fiery hair,” I said as I stroked her sopping-wet folds. My fingers circled her clit, rubbed through her pussy lips and plunged inside her while she tried her best not to squirm and call out.

As I worked her, I started casually chatting with the driver, and when I included her, asking her questions so she could join, her answers were strangled. I was even so cruel as to flick her clit the whole time she tried to tell the driver about the festivities of the evening.

“It… um…was… uh… a love—ly… fes…tival… god… oh god!” She gasped. “Couldn’t …have …planned... a better one.”

The driver looked back. “Are you okay, miss?”

“Too much wine,” she blurted and he nodded.

“Gotta pee, huh?” He chuckled. “Not long now. I’ll try to avoid the bumps.”

Little Red looked at me then, her expression asking if the driver was right. Would itnot be long?

I waggled my brow and dipped two fingers inside her, curling them so it hit the inside wall of her pussy while I ground the heel of my hand against her clit. She whimpered.

“I wonder if anyone else is back at the chalet?” I asked casually and then leaned close to her ear. “You’re earning such a spanking. Everyone will be able to hear that bath brush smacking your sweet little ass.”

Her head fell back against the sleigh with a light thunk. “Please, Daddy,” she whisper-begged.

“Naughty, naughty,” I hummed against her ear, making her shiver. I moved my hand and fingers in a rhythm that had her sucking in air and gripping my thigh as if it were the only thing holding her on earth.

I continued moving my fingers over her silky slit, until she shook with the tremors of pleasure and slumped against me.