Page 66 of Santa Daddies

“I’d love for you to use your words, cookie?”

That seems to get him. “Cookie?”

Without releasing him, I dip my head at the half-eaten cookie in his hand. “Yes, cookie. I don’t want anything generic like sugar or baby. You’re my cute cookie-loving boy, if you’ll have me.”

“I’ll have you,” he blurts. “Wait! I mean… it’s just…”

“No reason to panic. I really like the sound of being yours. You told Santa you wanted a Daddy, and I’m here to deliver for the big guy. If for some reason we don’t work out, then you’ll have a chance with someone else after me.”

Yeah, fucking right.

I have no intention of letting him slip through my fingers. It’s not every day that the universe gifts you exactly what you want in a partner. While I’d hoped to be further settled into my job, I can’t risk losing my chance.

“How did you know about my letter?”

“It came in Grant’s mail. Percy delivered it a few days ago. I accidentally opened it while sorting through the others.”

He winces, dipping his head as if trying to hide. I put my finger under his chin. Lifting slowly, I raise until he’s looking me in the eye.

“Nothing to be embarrassed over, cookie. I’m thankful I found it.”

“Thankful?”

“Well, yes. Part of the benefit of getting this job as opposed to my other career is that I have more time to properly builda relationship. In the past, I couldn’t commit to being a good Daddy because of work.”

He sputters, choking out, “You’re sure? This is really fast.”

“It is. But since we both know what we want, it’s really just us dating. A lot of people ask someone out the first time they meet if the energy between them is right. Think of it like that. I’m asking you out on a date, just with a twist to our dynamic—if you want.”

“I do want.” He places his palm against my chest, right over my heart. “Would it be like a trial run? Like a temp Daddy position?”

It’s hard not to laugh at his gentle prodding. I suspect he’s unsure of all this and is looking to ensure we both have a way out if we’re not okay with what happens. While I would love this to be an instant connection on both our ends, I can accept my boy needs more time to get to know me.

“A trial period is fine with me. I’m going to treat you the same as I would if you were already my boy though. That ok?”

“I think so. Are you mean?”

“Mean, how? I won’t push you further than you’re comfortable with, but naughty boys definitely get spankings, unless it’s a hard limit for you.”

His breaths increase at the word spanking. He pants, “Not a hard limit.”

Well, well, well. My boy might benefit from a maintenance spanking. Can’t say I hate the idea. There’s nothing quite like the sting that comes from a good session. And with his creamy skin, he’s going to turn a lovely shade of pink with each blow.

Fuck.

My cock hardens at the visual. I’d seen the perfect round ass hiding in those jeans before I’d come over. I have no doubt he’ll be a vision when we play together.

“We’ll go over your hard limits on our first date. How does that sound?” I ask as I try to push away my thoughts. No need toscare him with how aroused I’ve become. He needs more time to adjust to this.

He nods, then sips at his hot chocolate. The sigh he releases after does nothing to help my erection. If anything, it makes the damn thing worse. I want to hear that exact same noise when I’m buried deep in him. Want to know what other sounds he might make when deep in the pleasure I know I’ll bring him.

“What kind of date are we going on? Christmas is only a few days away. Should we wait until after?”

“No,” I blurt out. “I don’t want to wait.”

Jared grins. “Me neither.”

“Good, cookie. What’s something you’ve been wanting to do and haven’t yet? Anything festive on your mind?” I want to give this boy whatever his heart desires. His letter made it obvious his obsession with this time of year is a real thing. I intend to nurture it. I need him to see I support everything about him. His love and joy won’t scare me away.