Page 37 of Santa Daddies

The sleigh driver pulled to a stop in front of the chalet a minute later and hopped out from the front to come around and open the little wooden door.

“I think I tired her out,” I said as I climbed past her and out. I scooped her up then, blanket and all, so he wouldn’t see her tights at her knees and my cock pushing the limits of my zipper, and pulled her tight against my body.

“You’re the first couple back, Mr. Larson." He looked down at little red in my arms and smiled. “She looks like she had a wonderful time, sir.”

“I think so.” I smiled down at her myself, knowing she wasn’t sleeping, but anticipating what I planned to do to her next.

When we were inside, I set her down so she could pull her tights up from around her knees.

“That was cruel," she barked in mock outrage, and I chuckled.

“I think that might be the sentence of the evening, young lady. Now be a good girl and tell me which room we’re going to. Yours or mine?”

“You mean you don’t have a BDSM dungeon hidden in this giant chalet?” she asked sassily and I chuckled, but the image of her strapped up to a St. Andrew’s cross made my cock as hard as rebar.

“Your room. Now. I’ll follow.” She didn’t complain, just turned and headed up the stairs. I smacked her on her left ass cheek as she climbed, and she turned back giving me a sexy smirk that made both my cock and my heart pound.

“Hurry up now, Little Red, the others could be home any minute,” I urged, this time smacking her other cheek.

Upstairs, she let us into her room, and I looked around at the rumpled but made bed, the suitcase open on the floor, and the various outfits hanging over the desk chair. It wasn’t a disaster by any means; it just looked as if she had trouble picking her outfit for the night and ran late.

“Oh, excuse the mess,” she said and rushed to pick up a silky pale-pink robe and lacy panties on the floor by the bathroom door. My dick lurched at the sight. She shoved the panties into a fabric bag and hung the robe on the ornate hook on the bathroom door.

“I’d like to see you in that robe,” I said. “That robe, and panties. Nothing else.”

Her eyes latched onto mine and she licked her bottom lip and then drew it into her mouth to nibble it. She was nervous. I knew this not just because she was chewing her lip but also because of the way she fiddled with the edge of her sweater dress hem.

She needed instructions to calm her, and I was happy to oblige. “Lift the hem of that dress. I want you to peel it off slowly. Let me see you, gorgeous. Let me see you obey me.”

It was quiet in the big house, so I heard her exhale a shuddering breath and it fueled my wicked desires. Her fingers curled around the knitted fabric, and she started to peel it up.

I held my breath a moment, anticipating the beautiful curvy form I’d been fantasizing about since the first time I saw it. “That’s a good girl,” I encouraged. ‘Daddy loves when his girl is obedient.”

The dress came off and I saw her tiny panties were a deep red that matched her bra. Her pale skin was smooth, and my fingers itched to touch her.

“Stunning.” I crooked a finger at her. “Come.” She walked slowly to me, her hips moving gracefully. When she stopped in front of me. I was diamond hard, and I hadn’t even touched her yet. The scent of vanilla sugar wafted from her skin, and I ached to taste her, but I needed to go slowly. I wanted her to feel every inch the cherished goddess she was.

I took the sweater dress from her hands, turning it right side out. “Hands on your head, little red.”

She lifted her arms and placed them on her head, fingers folded as if she’d been trained as a submissive and not just a natural.

“Just like that, sweet girl. Now don’t move a muscle.” I went to the closet, noting she’d hung up most of her clothes. Plucking a cedar hanger off the rod, I neatly hung up her dress. And when I went back to her, I stood behind her, sliding a finger under her hair to move it to the front of her shoulder. She shivered at my delicate touch, so I placed a soft kiss on her shoulder.

I was rewarded with another tremble. Mm, I loved that. “Are you worried about your spanking, little red?” I whisperedagainst the nape of her neck. “Daddy’s going to hurt you so good for your disobedience earlier, yeah?”

I heard her swallow. “Yes, Daddy.”

“Mmhm. But Daddy has seen how good you can be too, so after your punishment, when you’re my good girl again…” I ran the tip of my tongue up the nape of her neck, tasting her sweet skin. “I’ll allow you pleasure.”

“Thank you, Daddy,” she said, and I smiled wolfishly, loving what a natural submissive she was.

Placing my fingertips on her elbow, I ran them down the pale inside of her arm, past her armpit, and down her ribs feeling her flesh break out in goosebumps. From there, I followed the dip between her ribs to her hip, curling my fingers around to the hollow between her hip and rounded belly where I let my fingers dance on her soft skin. She shivered again and I pulled her soft body against my hard one.

I tasted her neck with open-mouthed kisses and ground my hard cock against her ass. “You see what you do to me, Little Red? I’m a controlled man, but you unravel me.”

“Daddy, I want you so badly it hurts,” she replied, her voice a choppy whisper.

Reaching around her front, I cupped her mons. “Is this mine?”