Page 40 of Santa Daddies

I kissed her head again, wrapping my arm tighter around her middle. “Of course. I’ll message Daniel to bring me some clothes, so I don’t walk out of your room wearing yesterdays.”

I listened to her calm and steady breathing as we lay silently pressed together.

“Kristoffer?”

I frowned at her use of my name. “Hm?” I loosened my grip so she could roll to face me.

“Is it always so good?” she asked tilting her face up to look at me.

“So good?”

“Is it normal to feel like you’re floating? As if nothing could possibly weigh you down? I feel as light as a feather. Loose, languid, refreshed. And I can breathe so easily.”

“I don’t know if that’s normal, but that’s how you make me feel too.”

She placed her head on my arm and closed her eyes. Silence followed for a few more minutes and I thought she’d drifted off to sleep.

“If you were someone’s Daddy, like in a relationship, would it always be like this?”

I brushed her hair back and tipped her chin up so I could see her better. What was she asking me? She looked flustered. “Talk to me, sweetheart.”

“I mean if I was your girlfriend, would it always be like this, or would this playful stuff go away? Would you always be my Daddy and take care of me like this?” She let her words trail off, but I thought I understood.

“As long as it suited us, yes.”

“But would it be real?”

“What are you trying to ask, honey?”

She shrugged and lowered her face to my chest. I tipped her chin up with my finger again.

“Is this just how you are in a sexy fling or is this what you’d be like in a relationship?”

She swallowed hard, and with wide blue eyes.

“I don’t know about other relationships, but this is how I am with you. And that wouldn’t change if we continued.” I brushed my palm over her face, reading in her eyes what she needed to hear. “And I do want a relationship with you.”

“A power-exchange relationship?”

“Is that the kind of relationship you’ve been longing for?”

She shrugged one shoulder.

“No, honey. Let’s talk. It’s important.”

“Yes, then. Yes, I think I’d love to feel that kind of safety, but I’m afraid it would destroy me if it ended.”

“There are no guarantees in any relationship,” I said quietly, smoothing my thumb over her chin. “It’s always going to be a risk. But I love Daddying you and I adore you.” I kissed her lips softly.

“Okay.” She snuggled into me like a kitten, curling her fist under her chin. “Have you ever had that kind of dynamic?”

“No, it’s never left the bedroom. I’ve never been that intimate with anyone or felt it was something I wanted outside of sex before.” I brushed a piece of her silky hair off her face, tucking it behind her small ear. “I wouldn’t rule it out with the right woman though.” I pressed a kiss to her temple and patted herbare ass before grabbing the throw blanket from the end of the bed and pulling it over us.

“Okay, Daddy,” she said softly, and then her breathing deepened.

“Goodnight, Little Red,” I whispered.

“Goodnight, Santa Daddy.”