Page 13 of The Thief That Stole Christmas (Indulgence)

Johannes

“Come out, come out, wherever you are!”

Little Mouse’s voice rings through the house. If Andre could see me now, he’d probably fire me on the spot. But she looked at me with those big doe-like eyes, and I couldn’t say no. Even Amanda gave in after she lost Zanya’s attention for the third time during their party planning session.

And now the two of us are playing hide-and-seek with my Little Mouse, her laughter bouncing around the hallways as she peeks around corners and shouts “boo”

whenever she peeks into rooms.

Okay, so I’m watching the cameras. It’s not strictly cheating because I’m the one that’s hiding, and she’s so bloody adorable when she gets like this.

Zanya snuck into a bathroom on the second floor, and I’ve been standing behind the curtain in one of the guest bedrooms. I know there is no way she can miss me if she walks into the bedroom, but I’m also aware that she’ll get a kick out of my hiding spot so I’m sticking with it.

I watch as she nears the door to the room I’m hiding in and quickly close up the app on my phone that lets me monitor the security footage. The creak of hinges breaks the silence, and the sweet, sweet sound of giggles reaches my ears. Her soft footsteps make their way to my hiding spot.

“Boo!”

she exclaims as she pulls the curtain away from me.

“I found you, Daddy!”

When I lunge for her and start tickling her she tries to run away, but I keep hold of her waist, pulling her flush against my body.

“You might have found me, Little Mouse, but now I’ve got you.”

“No! Daddy! Lemme go! I has to find Manda!”

she gasps out between broken breaths.

I lift her up, her feet dangling in the air so I can whisper in her ear.

“I can tell you where she is and then you and I can go home and watch some movies instead.”

She instantly stills in my arms, the struggle over now that I have her attention.

“That’s cheating, Daddy.”

She pauses before pulling her head away so she can look me in the eye.

“I like your style.”

I place her down on the carpet and lead the way to the bathroom where ‘Manda is hiding, and within five minutes we’re headed back to my cottage with a plate full of cookies that my Little Mouse just ”

could not live without”.

“What you wanna watch, Little Mouse?”

I ask as I stoke the fire to life. Zanya is already curled up on the couch with a fluffy blanket that Cameron had sent over along with a bloody teddy bear. The man has game.

I have more.

I already have an order in for a new bed—one of the princess kinds with curtains and shit. It’s probably premature, because we haven’t discussed how long she’ll be here for her training or if and when she’ll go back to her place, but I figure even if she does, she’ll still be coming by, so it won’t be a waste.

“What’s your favourite Christmas movie, Daddy?”

She’s the picture of adorable innocence. Her hair is delightfully mussed by our tickle fight earlier, and her cheeks are still flush from when I chased her down the pathway to my cottage. And here she is, asking me what Christmas movie I want to watch, and all I can think about is having her wrapped around my cock.

I’m going to hell.

“Daddy?”

I’m pulled from my devilish fantasies by her calling me, and I want to kiss the frown from her face.

“Sorry, precious. Uhm, my favourite Christmas movie…”

I pause, making a show of thinking about it.

“is definitely The Grinch.”

Her entire body lights up with joy, she immediately sits up straight and looks at me with a huge smile on her face.

“Really? It’s mine too! The ol’ grumpy green grinch who learns to love Christmas always makes me happy.”

“That’s settled then, Little Mouse. Now tell me, does my little girl want some milk with all those cookies or will that ruin your sugar high?”

“Chocolate milk!”

I laugh as I head to the kitchen, shaking my head at her antics. Pouring some milk into her sippy cup, I hand it to her, along with her phone.

“Before we start the movie, you need to give Cam a call to say goodnight, in case you fall asleep on me again.”

Zanya grabs both the milk and the phone, and pulls a face as she sips at the plain milk before dialing Cameron’s number.

I queue up the movie and listen to her adorable voice as she tells him about our game and the day we had, and they make plans for me to drop her at the coffee shop again tomorrow. From listening to her half of the conversation, he’s planning on taking her shopping for Christmas gifts.

When she’s done, she hands me back the phone before curling up into my arms with the instructions to get the show on the road.

And because I’m a sucker for this girl, I do exactly as she asks.

Zanya

Oh my goodness.

What has a girl got to do to get a little action around here?

Somewhere between the big green monster causing havoc in the little town and his heart beating again, I’d moved from my Little headspace firmly into big girl mode. But Johannes obviously hasn’t noticed.

My finger is tracing patterns on his thigh, softly stroking closer and closer to the ever growing bulge in his pants, and all he’s done is place a soft kiss on my head and stroke my hair.

It’s becoming increasingly clear I’m gonna have to make the first move here. My problem is that I’m not normally a very forward person when it comes to sex, so I’m really hoping that once I get the ball rolling, he’ll go with it and take over.

Sucking up my nerves with the fervent hope that he won’t reject my advances, I run my hand over his erection. His entire body pulls tight and his hand around my shoulders pulls me closer to his side.

“Little Mouse…”

His voice is a low growl that sends shivers down my spine. I can feel the ache deep inside me, begging to be filled with the rock hard cock I can feel under my hand.

“Yes, big guy?”

“You’re playing with fire there. Are you sure you wanna get burnt?”

In answer, I look up at him and give him a solitary nod before sliding off the couch and crouching between his legs.

“Precious girl, we haven’t talked about safe words or limits yet.”

There is a cute frown on his face and I smile at him before answering.

“Green for go, yellow for slow down, and red for stop. Hard limits are anything that will draw blood or involves bodily fluids that aren’t sexual. Soft limits are any kind of impact play that cause bruising or marks. You?”

“You’re rushing things, little one.”

His response has my heart sinking. Does he not want this, too?

He must read something in my expression because he rushes to add.

“I want it too, baby, but I want to make sure it’s good for you.”

“So? I’ve given you a brief rundown of what I don’t like. If you do anything that doesn’t work for me, I’ll use my safewords.”

“You sure?”

I nod in answer before asking him again.

“Now, what about you, Daddy? What are your limits?”

“I’m pretty much on par with you,”

he says, rubbing his hands through his hair before a smile splits his face.

“but my punishment? It runs more towards the fun side than the pain-induced side. If you’d like a sexual spanking I can help you out, but I’m definitely more of a Service Top.”

His words excite me. It also makes a heck of a lot of sense.

“I can deal with that.”