Page 14 of The Thief That Stole Christmas (Indulgence)

Johannes

She’s stunning.

Kneeling there in front of me, waiting for me to make the next move.

I get up from the couch and take her hand in mine, leading her to the bedroom.

Once she’s standing in front of my bed I take my time undressing her.

With slow, torturous movements, I lift her pink polka-dot shirt over her head, revealing her pert breasts to the chilly air.

Her nipples are beautifully pebbled, begging for attention, and I’m quick to give in.

Bending over, I take one in my mouth, sucking on it until she’s mewling with pleasure.

My hands move to her skirt and tights and push them down her hips as I move to her other breast.

I sink down to my knees so I can pull her clothes down all the way.

Holding onto my shoulders, she steps out of them.

Once she’s free of her clothing, her naked cunt is right in front of my face.

I take a deep breath before lifting one leg over my shoulder, giving me easier access to the honey pot I’ve been dreaming of tasting for days now.

Her hands grab hold of my head, her fingers digging into my hair as I lick from the bottom of her slit to her clit, circling the little nub with my tongue.

Her breathless moans are music to my ears and I savor the taste of her arousal in my mouth.

I delve my tongue into her depths, fucking her with slow strokes.

It doesn’t take much before she’s coming on my face and I wrap my arms around her middle.

I stand up from the floor, her pussy still in my face and take slow steps to the bed, where I gently lay her down.

I move back and take a moment to admire her naked form.

She’s got curves in all the right places, and her small breasts are just the perfect mouthful.

She’s so petite I’m halfway terrified of breaking her, but I’m tired of fighting my need for her.

Moving to the side of the bed, I catch her following every step I take.

“I don’t ever bring play partners home, Little Mouse, so I don’t have any of the toys I’d like to use on you here, but I’ll make do with a couple of ties, and then the two of us can do some online shopping tomorrow.”

In answer, she bites her lips and nods.

I take it as consent that she’s good with me binding her hands, so I grab two of the ties Andre makes me wear to his formal functions and attach both her wrists to my headboard. The whole time I pause in my ministrations to torture her breasts with little nibbles and licks.

Once I’m satisfied that her hands are secure but won’t have the circulation cut off, I start taking off my own clothes. The way her eyes travel down my body, obviously taking in each scar, each tattoo, as my skin becomes exposed makes me feel seen, sexy. For once, I have no worries that my partner is scared of me. It’s a heady feeling and I love it.

“Precious girl, I’ve been dreaming of sinking into your wet heaven since you broke into this bloody place. I’ll take my time tomorrow. But tonight?”

I pause, waiting, ensuring I have all of her attention on me and not the very hard, naked cock I have in my hand. When she meets my gaze again, I continue.

“Tonight I’m going to fuck that pretty little pussy until you can’t walk straight for the rest of the week.”

And the cheeky little minx answers.

“Yes please, Daddy”.

Zanya

That man is hung. Like a horse.

It’s gonna hurt in the best way possible. He moves to the end of the bed and slowly crawls until he’s bent over my body. The crown of that delicious looking cock pokes at my entrance. But he doesn’t push in. Instead his hand moves to my clit and does the most divine little flicks at my nub, making my body arch off the bed.

“Gotta make sure you’re nice and loose for me, Little Mouse. I wanna sink into that cunt so bad, but I’m not gonna hurt you, baby.”

He still has the evidence of my arousal on his beard, my juices sitting there plain as daylight, but yet he continues to push me closer and closer to another orgasm. Zings of pleasure rush through my body and as my release washes over me again, he pushes into me with that huge dick.

He draws a moan of pain-filled pleasure from me. I’m so impossibly full, yet somehow not full enough. I want… no… need more. And I beg him for it.

“Daddy, please. Don’t stop now. More. Gimme more, please.”

Finally his lips meet mine and my mouth opens for him, granting him access. I can taste myself and it only heightens my need.

As he fucks my mouth with his tongue, he spears me with his cock, owning every single inch of my body.

The feeling of being filled by this giant is beyond anything I could ever have imagined. It’s absolutely perfect, and the only thing that could make it even more so would be doing this with Cameron, too.

But we’ll have our time. Hopefully tomorrow after shopping and training.

My hands pull at their bindings, wanting to hold onto Johannes as he fucks me into the mattress. His large form covers me completely.

A hand sneaks in between our bodies, the gentlest of rubs at my clit pushing me over that edge for a third time. With my pussy tightening around him, I pull him with me.

He groans into my neck, the rough scratching of his beard just the sting I need to remind me that this isn’t a dream. This is my life now.

Cameron

Fucker.

This is not how I wanted today to go. Zanya is playing on the floor in my lounge in front of the crackling fire. She squeed with delight when I unpacked the new puzzles and hasn’t come up for air since. But now I have to burst her bubble. I send off a quick text to Johannes, informing him of the news I received. He responds almost instantly with just one word.

Fok.

Not very helpful, but incredibly accurate.

“Kitty Cat,”

I call out to her. Even with the news I have to share with her, there is still a bubble of joy that pops up at the cute smile she sends my way.

“You wanna build a puzzle with me, Daddy?”

she asks before she takes in my expression and her own falls to match my mood.

“What’s wrong, Daddy?”

Patting the seat next to me, I invite her up. Without a moment's doubt, she hops up and curls into my arms.

“I have something to tell you, love, but it’s not going to be easy to hear.”

The nerves in me are impossible to settle but I keep it under wraps for my Little girl.

She nods at me, encouraging me to go on with a nudge of her shoulder.

“I’ve been looking into your uncle. Andre and I both had some thoughts about how he’s managing your money.”

She frowns at me and I place a soft kiss on her forehead, smoothing the wrinkles away.

“Kitty Cat, I heard back from my contact.”

I pause, trying to think of the best way to share this with her.

“Whatever it is, Daddy, it’ll be okay,”

she says, her smile timid.

Knowing that my Little is doing her best to make me feel better instead of the other way around is exactly what I need to get it over with.

“I know, love.

Your uncle has been stealing from you.

Your parents really did leave you a trust that will only pay out at thirty, but that isn’t all they left you.

They left you a large number of shares along with a stipend much larger than the one you’ve been receiving.

He’s been skimming it, marking it as donations to Rainbow Haven and other places like it, but keeping it for himself instead.”

The room is quiet.

Zanya’s face is carefully blank, but I can read her eyes.

Filled with hurt and sorrow.

I wrap my arms tightly around her, and as I settle her head against my chest, the first sob escapes.

Between deep breaths and a barrage of tears, I listen to her as she tells me how she always knew he didn’t like her, but she never doubted he’d look after her the way his brother wanted him to.

Once she’s all cried out, I hold her and rock her in my arms.

“How you doing, Kitty Cat?”

She pulls away, her eyes puffy and swollen from her crying spell. The determination in the set of her shoulders tells me she’s over the worst of it.

“How do we get it back?”

she asks me, practically crawling onto my lap.

“Oh, you beautiful girl. As we speak, Andre’s best lawyers are working on it. Before the new year, your uncle will be locked up and your trust will be all yours.”

She lights up and smiles at me, and I respond by placing a tender kiss on her mouth. Her lips part, giving me the access I want. Our tongues tangle, and I savour the taste of her mixed with the chocolate cookies she’d snuck over with Johannes.

Grabbing her hand, I pull her so she’s straddling my lap, her core meeting the steel of my erection. The cutest giggle slips from her lips and I pull back to look at her laughing face.

“This is almost exactly how Daddy Jo and I started our sexcapades last night.”

“Oh, yeah?”

I ask, encouraging her to continue.

“Yup, we were cuddling, watching a movie on the couch, and then I convinced him to take the show to the bedroom.”

“Oh, well. I can’t have him show me up now, can I? I think I’ll have to ravish you right here on the couch. Show you and your Daddy Jo how the younger guys do it,”

I tease her.

She smacks me on the chest half-heartedly.

“Oh naughty, naughty girl. Did you just smack your Daddy?”

She shakes her head comically, but the twinkle in her eye tells me she’s with me all the way.

“Nuh, uh. I didn’t do nothing! I’m a good girl.”

“Oh no, Kitty Cat. I think that Daddy will have to teach you a lesson.”

“What kind of lesson, Daddy?”

“I think my little girl needs to have her pretty bottom spanked.”

Zanya gulps, but the way she wiggles on my lap makes it clear she’s just as turned on as I am at the thought of warming her ass.

“I’ll be good, Daddy! I promise!”

“Oh, you will be after I’m done with you, Kitty Cat. Up you get, pretty girl. You’re gonna bend over Daddy’s lap, and I’m gonna warm your ass for you.”

Zanya gets up from my lap and stands in front of me, waiting for my next instruction.

“Kitty Cat, you can stop this whenever you want. You know how these things work.”

I wait for her to acknowledge me with a ‘Yes, Daddy’. When I’m satisfied she’s sure of our scene, I tell her to push down her tights. Her naked pussy, shaved smooth, is a beacon, calling me closer.

Scooting forward, I pat my thighs and wait for her to lay herself down on my lap. My tiny princess has her ass at the perfect angle, and she mewls softly as my right hand strokes her naked cheeks. My fingers glance past her lips, and even so early on in our scene, she’s soaking wet.

“We’re going to start with five to each cheek, Kitty Cat. Daddy is just going to use his hand this time, but next time, we’ll get you your own paddle. Would you like that, Kitty Cat?” I ask.

She doesn’t answer, just lifts her ass higher to meet my hands.

Her wiggling body grinds against my cock and I’m desperate to get in her. My hand comes down on her ass with just enough pressure to make a satisfying smacking sound. I pepper her spanking over both her round globes. Soon both are a beautiful shade of pink. When the last one lands, I let my fingers travel back to her wet cunt. One finger slips in between her lips and she moans in pleasure as I fill her.

“More, Daddy,”

she begs when I pull my fingers out.

Instead of answering her request, I continue with her funishment. My hand comes down on the soft, tender skin between her ass and thighs. Zanya cries out, both pleasure and pain evident in her voice. When her skin is warm to the touch, I give in to the urge to nudge my fingers back into her pussy.

My girl’s moans and cries have died down to unintelligible words tumbling from her lips and she’s taken to humping my leg like a mindless, horny bunny.

I take mercy on her, pumping first one finger, then two into her wet, hot channel. She fucks herself onto my digits, riding her way to her orgasm.

Once her cries of pleasure die down, I help her stand up before getting up and carrying her to my bedroom. I gently lay her down on the bed, grabbing the lotion and working it into her tender, blushed skin.

She’s on that special plane between asleep and awake, and when I push a strand of hair behind her ear, Zanya opens up a solitary eye. Her transcendent smile brightens up the room, and when she opens her mouth to ask me her next question, my soul warms.

“Can I stay here tonight, Daddy?”

“Of course, Kitty Cat. I’ll let Daddy Jo know. Close your eyes and have a nap. We’ve still got loads of training to do later tonight.”

“Okay, Daddy, love you.”

Before I can respond, she closes her eyes and lets out the most adorable little snore.