Chapter 10
Chapter Ten
Kristoffer
Little Red was too sexy for her own good. Or maybe too sexy for mine. Because even though I was pissed off at David for his surprise, I couldn’t resist forgetting all about it the second Emily asked me to accompany her back to the chalet.
“How quickly do you want to get back?” I asked, motioning toward the sleigh and then the line of shuttles that headed to the various hotels in the small tourist town.
“Sleigh is good as long as you spend the ride kissing me.”
God, she was being so bold. Shy Little Red was somewhere hidden beneath the gl?gg and sweets, but I knew she wasn’t drunk. Not even as buzzed as the first night. She’d had just enough to give her courage to ask for what she wanted, I guess.
“As my favorite name on the nice list, I’m definitely into giving you exactly what you ask for.”
“Goody,” she said clapping her mittened hands. “Let’s get our prize and get out of here then.”
We were on the sleigh kissing, our prizes discarded as if they were nothing more than flyers beside us, when she reached out and started unbuttoning my jacket.
“Naughty girl,” I whispered but then yelped in an unmanly way when her cold hands touched my stomach. “Your hands are like ice.”
“I know,” she said looking me in the eye. “That’s why I’m trying to warm them up.” She smirked.
“By using my stomach?” I asked with a warning glare.
“Nope.”
And then I gasped as her dainty ice-cold hand slid down my jeans.
“Brat! You’re going to pay for that.”
She bit her lip to hold back her grin. “I hope so.”
“You hope so, do you?” I asked incredulously. “Apparently you need a lesson in fearing consequences.”
“Oh please, you’re so sweet you need a warning label for diabetics.”
I clicked my tongue. “Oh, you’re in serious trouble now, young lady.”
She rolled her eyes, and I had to fight with everything I had not to hiss as her thumb found the tip of my cock and stroked icily over it.
“Hands at your sides,” I commanded making her instantly swallow. “Now.”
She pulled her hands away and set them at her sides.
“Good girl,” I crooned and then looked at the driver. He had his head forward, but I pulled the blanket over us anyway. “Lift your ass off the seat and pull those tights down, little red. Panties can stay up.”
“What?”
“You want me to do it?” I arched a brow at her. “I’ll put you over my knee right here if I have to. There can be squeals and spanking sounds along with the bells from the horse’s bridles.”
“Daddy!” she said after a swift intake of breath.
“Hurry up, Emily. Daddy’s no longer a gentleman.” I started removing my gloves. “I’m sure the driver will lend me his crop.”
“Okay!” she cried, hurriedly scrambling beneath the blanket to do as she was told.
“Are they down past your knees?” I asked with a menacing arched brow.
She swallowed hard and nodded.
I waggled my brow, giving her a filthy grin. “Good girl.” Chewing my lip, I explored beneath the blanket, touching her with no more than a feather-light touch until she involuntarily shivered. “Here’s the rules. No matter how I touch you, you’re not to make a sound. Understand?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Your hands don’t leave your sides. And you keep the squirming to a minimum.” I gave her my filthiest smile and finished with my last instruction. “And when you can’t stand another second of torment, you’ll beg me to let you come.”
Her eyes widened.
“I want to hear you beg your Daddy to let you come, understand?” I leaned close, taking her chin between my thumb and forefinger and whispered against her lips.
“Deviate from my instructions at all and you’re in for the spanking of your life when we get back.
In fact, we’ll try out the new bath brushes I had put in all the bathrooms.”
Her eyes went impossibly wide.
“Now spread those legs wide for Daddy.”
She did as she was told and I gave her thigh a squeeze of approval, and then I let my fingers dance softly up her leg to the apex of her thighs and tickled her pussy lips through the satin and lace of her panties.
Her thigh muscles tightened but she didn’t make a sound.
My cock throbbed and ached as I watched her sexy expressions.
When I decided she’d been tormented enough with that, I slid a finger beneath the leg band of her panties and touched her skin with feathery softness.
Her lashes fluttered closed, and she squeezed her eyes tightly as she widened her legs, likely begging for a more substantial touch.
I wanted to tease though, draw her pleasure out so it almost brought her to the brink of insanity before I let her come.
The snow started to fall again, landing in her lashes, which suddenly flew wide as I parted her lips and ran my finger through her wetness.
Her mouth became an O as she gasped. I tutted her for making the noise. The ache in behind the zipper of my jeans was almost enough for me to forgo the torture and fuck her right there, but that would ruin my plans so I shifted in the seat and ignored the throbbing.
“Daddy’s going to enjoy spanking your pretty ass until it matches your fiery hair,” I said as I stroked her sopping-wet folds. My fingers circled her clit, rubbed through her pussy lips and plunged inside her while she tried her best not to squirm and call out.
As I worked her, I started casually chatting with the driver, and when I included her, asking her questions so she could join, her answers were strangled. I was even so cruel as to flick her clit the whole time she tried to tell the driver about the festivities of the evening.
“It… um…was… uh… a love—ly… fes…tival… god… oh god!” She gasped. “Couldn’t …have …planned... a better one.”
The driver looked back. “Are you okay, miss?”
“Too much wine,” she blurted and he nodded.
“Gotta pee, huh?” He chuckled. “Not long now. I’ll try to avoid the bumps.”
Little Red looked at me then, her expression asking if the driver was right. Would it not be long?
I waggled my brow and dipped two fingers inside her, curling them so it hit the inside wall of her pussy while I ground the heel of my hand against her clit. She whimpered.
“I wonder if anyone else is back at the chalet?” I asked casually and then leaned close to her ear. “You’re earning such a spanking. Everyone will be able to hear that bath brush smacking your sweet little ass.”
Her head fell back against the sleigh with a light thunk. “Please, Daddy,” she whisper-begged.
“Naughty, naughty,” I hummed against her ear, making her shiver. I moved my hand and fingers in a rhythm that had her sucking in air and gripping my thigh as if it were the only thing holding her on earth.
I continued moving my fingers over her silky slit, until she shook with the tremors of pleasure and slumped against me.
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.