Chapter 5
Chapter Five
Marcie
My Daddy’s remark about how I’d spent time considering all that might happen when he joined me had been spot on.
However, being hog-tied on top of the bed hadn’t even been on my radar when I’d first entered the bedroom.
I’d been about ready to find my Daddy Dom and tell him his clue had disappeared, but then I’d done a double take, looking again at the head of the bed.
“Why, Lord Pigsley, what do you have there?”
I didn’t need any pig Latin to give me an answer as I saw the slip of paper he was holding.
Unfolding it, I’d discovered it wasn’t really just a slip, it was folded several times, and my anticipation grew with every fold I smoothed.
After reading the poem, I smiled. I’d never known my Daddy had such a poet inside him, but I did know he had the power with a few simple words to guide not only my thoughts, but my body’s response to those thoughts.
And now, naked except for four ribbons holding my body as securely as his words held me entranced, I could do absolutely nothing but accept whatever sensations my Santa Daddy decided to let me experience.
I could feel my pussy dripping and see the crown of his cock glistening.
Whatever he chose to do better happen soon or else I feared I would self-combust.
He'd tied me in such a way that truly didn’t inhibit him or limit his choices in any way.
Would he spank me for bringing thousands of piglets into his home?
Would he simply push that lovely, hard rod of steel into me and fuck me until I was begging to come?
Would he perhaps choose a totally different place to sink his cock deep?
I couldn’t help the slight shudder at the memory of his finger circling my most private opening only a few minutes earlier.
As I’d said, his skill with bondage assured he could do any of those he chose.
As he climbed back onto the bed, the mirror in front of me allowed me to see him kneeling behind me, I knew there was no use supposing or bracing myself.
I didn’t need to be tied with pretty bows to gift him my total submission.
He earned that every time we played, and he proved he was the Daddy Dom of my dreams. Still, I’d never expected he’d choose none of the above.
“This little piggie went to market,” he began, tugging on the big toes on both of my feet.
“This little piggie stayed home.” My second toes were tugged and given a little shake even as I began to shake my head in disbelief.
“These little piggies dined on dishes of delicious lasagna,” he improvised as his fingers continued to move and tug.
“While these poor little piggies had naught but salad.” I was giggling by the time I felt him take hold of my little toes.
“Tell me, little elf, what was it these two little piggies do?”
“They had cheesecake with chocolate bits, of course,” I said, not about to discuss cannibalistic porkers. I tensed, waiting for the inevitable shaking of my tiniest toes.
“Hmmm, correct, but how did they know which dessert was theirs?” he asked which totally stumped me.
“Umm, I-I don’t know.”
“Sure you do.”
I felt him release my baby toes and couldn’t fathom what came next. But he could have given me a hundred guesses, and I’d never have picked the right one.
“They licked their little piggie soles!”
I shrieked as his fingers attacked to tickle the soles of my feet. “Daddeeeee! No more! Stop! Ohhh, that tickles!”
“I did mention writhing and wiggling, did I not?” he asked, having to speak louder in order to be heard over what was definitely quite piggie-like squeals of laughter.
“Please!” I begged, remembering that pleading had also been promised in his poem. “Daddy! I’m going to wee!”
His laughter told me how seriously he took that declaration, but after a final bout of tickling that had me rocking side to side in useless attempts to avoid the torture, his lips replaced his fingertips and this time when I screamed, it was because his cock drove into me in one hard thrust.
“Yes!” I cried, my entire body tensing in a moment of pure intense ecstasy as it began to adjust to his invasion. “Oh, please, move, please,” I begged.
Move he did.
He withdrew and then began to pound into me hard and fast. He used my legs as anchors, easily pulling me back onto him each time he thrust forward.
I could feel my fingers opening and closing, desperate for something to clutch and finding only air.
I lifted my head and screamed to the ceiling, the sensation of being totally possessed, completely claimed and utterly unable to resist in any way driving my need higher and higher.
I thought I couldn’t take another moment when one of his hands released my leg and dropped to stroke my clit.
The spring that had been coiling tighter and tighter within my belly began to vibrate.
“Please, please, please, Daddy, I’m going to come!”
“Ask correctly, or there shall be no coming, well, not for you at least,” he said, driving into me again.
“Please, please, pretty, pretty please,” I begged, my nipples so hard they ached with each brush against the quilt when his thrusts moved my body forward and then again when his grip on my leg pulled me back.
“Two strikes, only one more to go before I’m afraid you’re out of luck.”
Oh god, I was on the very cusp, the only chance I had of not coming without permission was if he’d release my clit, but when he took it between his thumb and finger, I knew there was no hope of that. “Oh, please, I can’t, I’m going to come!”
“Only if you wish to learn how Santa deals with naughty little elves,” he countered, tightening his grip until an entirely new bite of pain joined the play.
It wasn’t the bite I needed, nor the threat, it was the roles mentioned. “Please, Santa Daddy, may your elf have permission to come?”
“Yes, she may. Come all over my cock, little girl.”
Permission granted, I instantly obeyed, the coil releasing so intensely it sent reverberations through every cell in my body and along each nerve ending until I was a twitching, trembling mass of sensation.
“Shit, you’re tight,” he said from behind me as my muscles contracted to hug his buried cock, holding him prisoner and not wishing to let him escape until my muscles gradually loosened and still, he wasn’t done.
He continued to stroke in and out of my depths, his pace slowing until my body began to rock to his rhythm as I felt the spring begin to coil again.
“That’s right, fuck yourself on Daddy Santa’s cock.”
It wasn’t the easiest order to follow, with my hands, arms, and legs bound, all I could really do was rock back and forth, as if I were riding a see saw or a hobby horse, but it didn’t seem to matter if my movements were awkward because within a few minutes, not only was I primed to come again, but my Daddy seemed to be ready as well.
He once more pulled me tightly against him until I felt his belly against my butt.
He was buried balls deep into me and I could swear I felt the crown of his cock against my cervix.
“Santa Daddy, please, will you come with me?
“I’d love to, babygirl,” he said, “but hold on.”
I whined, focusing everything I had on obeying so intensely that I didn’t realize he’d untied the ribbons until I felt him lifting me. How he kept himself buried inside me was a puzzle but before I could blink, I was facing him, and he drew my legs around his waist.
“Okay?” he asked, giving each of my wrists a massage to assure my circulation was good. “How are you feeling?”
“Almost perfect.”
“Almost?” he parroted, “What would make that most definitely?”
“Fuck me,” I declared, and since that did sound a bit like topping from the bottom, I added, “I mean, fuck me, please, Santa Daddy.”
“How can I resist such a sweet request,” he said, “but first…” His hand lifted and I braced for a well-deserved smack for being so bossy only to see him tilting it slightly so that I could see it wasn’t empty.
I gasped. “Daddy! Is that a piggie mallet?
He took a look at his hand as if not knowing what it held. “Well, I do believe it is.”
It looked silly to see something so small between his large fingers, but to see that glint of the mallet held between two fingers had my sex clenching. “Um, what exactly are you planning to do with it?”
“This.”
I watched the mallet disappear and then felt it snap against my most intimate place.
“Daddy!” I exclaimed, too shocked to say more.
“Hmmm, I don’t see any pieces broken off,” he said, totally ignoring my shock. “Perhaps here?”
He tapped the mallet gently against my inner thigh and I could only yelp again. It didn’t hurt; it was far too small a toy to be considered an implement like a paddle. But it was enough to have my body sitting up and taking notice with every tap.
“Can you tap and fuck at the same time?” I asked.
“I see we’re going to need to have a little discussion about who’s in charge here.”
“I just mean that you are so multi-talented, Daddy,” I practically crooned.
It turned out he could do both those things and more.
While tapping my clit, he could thrust up into me and guide me to rock on him as well.
It was a dance performed while seated, our hands, fingers, pussy, and cock working in harmony until he demanded, “Now,” and I obeyed, coming at the exact moment I felt a much firmer tap and hot jets of his seed releasing inside me.
With the last tremor exiting from the toes he’d begun tonight’s play with, I sank against his chest.
“I amend my previous claim, Santa Daddy, now I’m absolutely perfect.”
“Including the tapping?”
I felt my face flush. “I’m probably going to regret this, but I admit even though it felt really naughty as I’m sure that wasn’t a use anyone thought possible when creating the tradition, yes, it was pretty close to perfect.”
He chuckled and lifted a hand and slid the chopstick out of my bun. I welcomed the warmth my hair provided as it cascaded over my naked skin. He palmed my face and stroked my cheek with his thumb. “Just like you, babygirl, absolute perfection.”
It turned out that my Santa Daddy was actually the perfect one. After lifting me off his lap, he gently lay me on the bed and instructed me not to move. I smiled and nodded. That was the easiest of all his orders to obey.
Once he returned with a warm washcloth and gently cleaned me, he removed the ribbons still around my wrists and ankles and tossed them onto my nightstand.
When I emitted a slight whimper, he grinned.
“Don’t fret, they’ll be used in our play again.
But I don’t want you to get tangled up in them while you sleep.
” He pulled the quilt and sheet back. “Now, can you crawl beneath the covers for me?”
“I can’t, Daddy, I think you fucked and tapped me into total paralysis.”
“Poor little elf,” he said, sliding his arms beneath me and easily transferring me from the top of the covers to under them.
“Thank you, Santa Daddy,” I managed despite yawning. “Want to know a secret?”
“Sure, little one, if you want to share.”
“I had no clue you were a very talented poet. Even Lord Pigsley thinks so.”
“Why thank you both,” he said with a chuckle. “But no amount of buttering me up is going to keep that next piece from appearing.”
“Hmmm,” I muttered, but a moment before I stepped into the Sandman’s arms, something had my eyes opening. “What did you say?”
My Daddy’s laughter actually shook the bed a bit as he slid between the sheets. Once he was on his side, he reached out and pulled me back to spoon against him. “Shhh, close your eyes and sleep, babygirl.”
“Butter?” I mumbled and then tumbled into dreamland.