Chapter 2
Chapter Two
Crystal
It was nearly three hours past the time I’d anticipated Yule arriving home when he finally trudged up to the front door.
I heard him before I saw him, and I had already spent at least a good hour getting myself worked up into a tizzy, because why bother putting a special occasion into the calendar if you weren’t going to be around to do anything special for it?
I’d already cleaned up all of the dinner dishes and put all of the food away before Dixie started barking to alert me that Yule was home, like I didn’t already know.
Everything inside of me wanted to be upset with him, but when I turned and saw the exhausted expression on my Santa Daddy’s face as he walked into the house, I just couldn’t.
The man looked like he’d been through it and all I wanted to do in that moment was make his evening easier than his day had been.
“Little elf, I am so sorry I’m late again.” He immediately started apologizing as he shed his coat and scarf.
I hurried to the door and got up on my toes to kiss his scruffy cheek and took his things to hang them in the closet for him.
Even though I was still disappointed and hurting, I put on a smile and mustered up the empathy I knew he deserved. “I can’t lie and say I wasn’t hoping you would be home on time, but I get it. You’re Santa now, the whole world is counting on you.”
Yule rubbed the front of his forehead and sighed. “That may be true, but you are my whole world and I have completely neglected you.”
Yes, you have. Tears stung the back of my eyelids and the past three hours and all the raging I’d done was instantly forgotten.
“Neglect is a strong word. I’m perfectly taken care of. Spoiled even. Have you seen this house?” I swept my arm out to deepen my point. “I have everything a girl could need.”
“You may have all of the material things, but Daddy knows his little elf needs more than just things to keep her happy.” A pointed look crossed his features. The kind of look that made my whole body respond.
Biting the side of my lip, I sidled up to him and wrapped my arms around his middle.
Looking up at him, I cocked my head to the side just slightly. “Is it really me that’s the needy one, Daddy?”
He smiled. “Mmhmm. You need a good dose of Daddy’s cock to keep you on the straight and narrow. So why don’t you be a good girl and get on your knees for me.”
My mouth watered with the idea of taking his cock between my lips. Past me would have balked, but ever since the first taste I got of my Daddy’s cock, I’d been hooked.
I took my time undoing his belt and slowly sliding it through the loops before dropping it on the ground and sliding my hands way further into the waistband of his dress slacks than necessary.
Yule stood perfectly still and quiet, watching me with the patience of the literal saint he was.
It was often infuriating how he could just wait me out no matter what I was doing or how long I took doing it.
However, if it wasn’t for that unwavering patience, I likely would never have become Mrs. Claus.
“Good girl.” He smiled as he cupped my chin and rubbed his thumb over my bottom lip. “Now ask nicely for what you want.”
“What if I don’t want to ask nicely?”
He may have been a saint, but I was far from it and I could only go so long before I had to challenge him at least a little bit. I hadn’t forgotten what day it was, and I was starting to think he had.
He gripped my chin tighter. “Silly little elf. You know Daddy can hear your thoughts. Happy Anniversary, little one. Yes, I did remember, at least until I walked through the door and saw you looking all sexy and sweet. Then it poofed from my mind for a moment. But I remember. And not only that, I know with certainty you not only want to submit to me, but you crave it. So, why don’t you save us both the energy and obey me. ”
“You’re not supposed to be able to hear my brain anymore.” I pouted.
“Then stop thinking so loudly.” He chuckled.
I’d been practicing just that and learning to guard my thoughts instead of aiming them at him, but when my guard was down like this it was a lot more difficult.
Be a good girl for Daddy.
His growly words rang loud in my brain, making me shudder.
Scowling, I shot my own thought back at him.
You don’t play fair.
I never have and I never will. Obey.
His eyes darkened with lust and for a split-second I thought about doing the absolute opposite, but looking up at his handsome face, I could still see the exhaustion there. He really didn’t need to be challenged. He needed to be taken care of and that’s exactly what I was going to do.
Sighing, I softened my expression and leaned into his touch. “Daddy, may I pretty please suck on your candy-cane stick?”
“You may, but when I say stop, you need to stop. I don’t want to finish in your mouth. I want to finish in your tight pussy as I make you scream for me.”
Another shudder ran through me at his promise. Our sex had been sporadic at best, with me feeling so sullen and him being exhausted every night. It had been a while since he took me hard and I wanted it. So bad.
Dropping to my knees in front of him, I ran my palms over the velvety fabric of his red Santa pants from his knees up to his hips and placed my hands around his cock, framing it like a picture.
A low hum of anticipation was his only response at first.
Then, a breathed “Holy holly.”
As always happened when he talked dirty to me, my nipples peaked under the fabric of my dress and my pussy came alive, throbbing in wait.
Licking my lips, I moved my hands upward to his waistband and shoved his pants down. Over his hips and his engorged cock, past his candy-cane-striped boxers. Down past his knees to rest at the top of his iconic black boots.
“Santa Daddy.” I gave a cheeky grin as I stared up at him.
“That’s my name, but I’d rather hear you screaming it.”
“I think that can be arranged.” I parted the silky fabric of his boxer briefs, freeing his cock. My mouth watered at the thought of the taste of him, a distinct blend of peppermint and eggnog.
Opening my mouth, parting my lips ever so slightly, I wrapped my right hand around his cock and slid my left hand up his rock-hard abs to rest on his belly.
Then I exhaled deeply and took his cockhead between my lips.
His sweetness filled my senses. Every breath assaulted my nostrils with the freshness of peppermint.
I’d always loved peppermint, and since meeting my Santa Daddy, I’d come to love it even more.
I licked my tongue all around his tip. He moaned and it vibrated through my core, making me want more as my pussy grew slick with my need for him.
I swallowed him deeper, like I was licking a candy cane in a contest to see who could suck it down faster. After a minute I slowed down, stroking him with my hand while I pleasured him with my mouth.
He widened his stance and folded his hands behind his head, jutting out his hips, thrusting deeper into my mouth as he settled in to enjoy.
I went to town, humming Christmas carols in my head while I worked to a perfect rhythm.
His moans got deeper, his thrusts more frantic.
I could feel his chest heaving beneath my fingers.
Finally he stepped away, leaving me bereft with the taste of peppermint lingering on my tongue and reached down, taking my hands as he helped me to my feet and pressed my body to his.
“Oh babygirl,” he hummed. “Deck my balls, you take me so good.”
He kissed me deeply, then licked his lips and smiled.
“Hmmm. Minty.” He chuckled deeply, then bent at the waist, and hooked his hands under my back and scooped me into his arms, carrying me bridal-style to the bedroom, where he all but tossed me onto the center of the bed, before stripping off his clothes and crawling over the top of me, his arms on either side of my body, caging me in.
His dominant nature—something I’d never thought I wanted, until I met him—never failed to take my breath away, and I gasped when he literally poofed my clothes off of me.
For all the time and care I’d taken into picking and creating something sexy, it just disappeared, leaving me naked and vulnerable under his heated gaze.
For a moment, I wanted to be peeved at him, and then he smiled at me, the heat in his eyes melting me into a pile of goo, until he finally spoke the words I’d been needing to hear. “Happy Anniversary of the most important day of my life.”
That sentence warmed my soul and soothed my anger-frayed nerves.
I closed my eyes when he leaned down to rest his forehead against mine and I knew we were both taking a moment to remember that fateful night, when he’d poofed his way into my apartment, with me ass-up over his lap and started spanking me while carrying on about the naughty list and unbelievers.
And somehow, he’d stolen my heart. Maybe not that day, but in the days that followed.
I was so caught up in the memory, I barely noticed when his forehead left mine and his body slowly eased down mine, uncaging my top half as he moved to position himself with his head between my legs.
My eyes popped open to meet his and a shudder of anticipation weaved down my spine. “Daddy,” I whimpered.
He opened his mouth, and closed it over the top of my mound, his tongue licking down my slit, and up again until he reached my clit and sucked it gently between his lips.
“Oh god!” I gasped, my fingers curling to clutch the bedcovers.
“Not God.” He pulled away just long enough to answer me with a mischievous smile. “Santa. And Santa Daddy to you.”
Yule
As I looked in my babygirl's eyes, her sweet pussy just millimeters away from my tongue, all the stress of the season melted away, and I couldn’t think of anything but her and the events that brought us together.