Chapter 5
Chapter Five
Emily
“Come here, Little Red,” he crooned with a crooked finger, his other hand holding the light-colored wooden-backed hairbrush.
Shivers erupted across my skin, and I took three steps toward him.
“Lose the bra. Santa Daddy wants to see your ornaments.” He grinned, probably at the corniness of his words.
But I loved it. This whole night was a mix of fantasy, heat, and playfulness.
It was fun. Exciting and hot, but yeah, also fun.
And isn’t that what it should be? Why should sex be so serious.
Jett had treated our bed like a workbench, and sex a project that needed to be completed, so he could check it off on his to-do list. But maybe that’s because he was having fun with someone else.
Maybe that’s how it was with men. Their girlfriends were for being serious with, and their side pieces got all the fun.
“Now, Little Red, or Daddy’s going to have to do it himself and you won’t like the consequences.”
His words popped me out of my head, so I unhooked my bra. I didn’t remove it with my hands though, instead I let gravity do its thing, just lowering my arms until the straps slid down off my shoulders and dragged the rest of the lace contraption with it.
He bit his lip the minute the bra fell and revealed my ornaments, his expression quickly changing from goofy to admiring.
I swallowed hard. No one had ever looked at me like this man, as if I was art, temptation and lust all in one, and I felt that deeply.
I didn’t necessarily have low self-esteem, but I wasn’t confident either.
I was short, had curves in all the right places but also some in the not-so-right places, and I was shy.
Not usually what men went for when they were after a night of hedonistic passion.
“You’re gorgeous, honey,” he said in a way that felt like the truth and my face heated at the compliment.
“No need to be shy about it. You are.” His eyes roved over my body again and I moved my arms over my front. “Nah, don’t be doing that now. No shyness with your Daddy now.” He patted his lap.
“You know what a wheelbarrow position is?”
My eyes widened. I did, but the thought of it made me nervous. Swallowing, I nodded.
“Is that a yellow, Little Red?”
I gathered a breath. No, it wasn’t. Because I was never going to see this man again.
And making the most of it meant, losing my stupid hang-ups.
I boldly walked to him, spun, and sat on his lap, my legs on the outside of his in reverse cowgirl style.
Then I lowered my upper body between his open thighs, straddling his legs with mine, exposing not only my ass but my most intimate parts to him.
“Oh, my fuck.” He whistled. “That’s my brave Little Red.
” Both of his hands grabbed my ass cheeks, and he kneaded them like he was making Christmas pie.
I felt as if my whole body must be blushing.
But before I could obsess, he started spanking me.
Every stinging swat with his palm jiggled my bottom cheeks which sent vibrations straight to my clit.
“What’s your color?” he asked, and I was so caught up in my arousal I was barely able to answer.
“Green, Santa Daddy, green.” I gasped as he stopped to run his knuckles through my slickness.
“Mm, you’re so wet.” His knuckle circled my clit for several long seconds and my legs started jumping. It felt so fucking good. God, I didn’t want him to stop. I was rising higher, ready to fall, ready to explode on his hand, but then he was gone again and all I could do was whimper at the loss.
“Here comes this pretty hairbrush, baby. It’s going to sting a lot. You remember to let me know if we need to stop. This isn’t a real punishment, Little Red, it’s a funishment. Meant to hurt but be enjoyed.”
“Yes, Daddy,” I said, and the smack of the brush echoed. A sharp sting instantly followed and I hissed, tightening my bottom. “Green,” I gasped so he wouldn’t quit. I wanted to feel the sting, the blossoming pain and then ultimately the pleasure that would follow.
“Good girl,” he crooned and then he did something that turned my brain to mush. He paddled my ass with the brush while also pleasuring my clit with his other hand. The contrast of feelings made my poor muddled brain feel like it might short circuit.
A sharp stinging smack. A deep, core-spasming swirl. Another crisp spank, and another swipe of his fingers over my nub and through my slick lips. I gasped, needing more, greedy for him to fill me.
“Fuck me, Daddy,” I begged on another hiss, as the brush landed in an echoing splat against my fiery flesh.
But he ignored me, just making my clit jump again with his touch.
This went on until my hips rolled with every rub and I called out in pain with every fiery spank until I slumped, unable to take any more pleasure or pain and juices ran freely over my mound onto my belly.
“Please,” I begged. “Santa Daddy, have I been punished enough? I need to come. I need to…” My words trailed off as two fingers entered me and he swatted my ass hard with the brush simultaneously. “Gah!” I called out. “I can’t hold…”
He stopped spanking me and tossed the brush, continuing to pump his fingers inside me.
The wood skittered across the floor, and he slid down off the sofa, his ass hitting the floor.
I was confused for a moment but then he hoisted my ass up, his hands gripping my hips, and I felt his breath on my pussy.
And then he pulled me against him, so his face was pressed against me, and his tongue took over.
Oh, my fucking god. His tongue slid between my already parted lips, and it was fucking bliss. I held my breath my ass burning where his fingers gripped, but I didn’t care, not when his tongue was dancing over my swollen clit.
“Little Red?”
“Yes…” I gasped. “Yes, Daddy?”
“Come on my tongue, yeah?”
“I thought you’d never ask.”
His tongue started flicking my clit, swirling, flicking, swirling, flicking, and then his mouth covered it, and he sucked.
I saw fucking stars. He released me and I stood on my own, so he could fondle my breasts.
Plucking and twisting my nipple with one hand, he impaled me with two fingers from his other.
It was right then I knew he hadn’t lied to me.
It was the Fourth of July and New Years Eve all in one as I exploded against his face and ground myself shamelessly onto his fingers and tongue.
“Merry fucking Christmas,” I sputtered as he sucked every bit of my orgasm from me.
Santa Daddy grabbed my hips again, assisting me to straddle him and sit on his lap. His cock hard beneath my me made my head swirl. He was huge and I had to fight the urge to grind against it and possibly ruin his Santa-suit pants.
“Please, I need you inside me,” I said, still out of breath.
“You’ll get me, Little Red. Just let me get these pants down.”
I rose, giving him room to work and then he pulled me down and his huge cock slid between my hot slick asscheeks.
“Condom?” I asked, and he kissed my back.
“I want you in this very position, yeah?” he said in between kisses, but when I started to move, he wrapped his arms around my middle and pulled me back against him.
His kisses started at my neck then, and his hands found my breasts, kneading, plucking, tweaking and twirling until I was throbbing again.
“Daddy, I want your cock inside me so badly.”
“Shh, okay baby, up you get,” he said, giving my hip a sharp pat.
I rose on shaky legs feeling heavy with satisfaction while also simultaneously needy. He rose too, slipping away while holding his Santa trousers up as he went.
I watched him as he walked back, his perfect body finally naked. Christmas lights reflected off his tanned skin, and his huge, hard, condom-sheathed cock bobbed with every step.
He sat on the sofa, grabbing my hips, and pulling me to straddle him, this time facing him. Releasing my hips, he cupped my face and pulled me to him, kissing me. It was both demanding and sweet, and his tongue coaxed mine to play. His lips plucked at mine and his fingers threaded through my hair.
“You’re so beautiful, so responsive, and so fucking sweet.”
I rose onto my knees. Reaching between us to hold his cock out, I closed my eyes, and slid down on top of him, impaling myself with a moan of pleasure.
He groaned, wrapping his hand around the back of my neck to pull me close while bucking under me.
I rose again with his buck, and we moved until we found our rhythm.
After only a few minutes like this, he stopped me.
“Turn around.”
I did as he asked, rising off his cock and turning my ass to him. He guided me down onto his cock then, letting me slowly inch down him. Once I was again filled with him, he started moving beneath me. We rocked together, back into a delicious rhythm.
Eyes closed, I felt the waves of bliss building inside me. But then, he cupped my mons, something both hard and soft against his palm.
“What is that?” I asked breathily, but then it started to buzz, and I was swept higher into bliss.
“Oh my god, is that…” But I didn’t finish my sentence as he pressed the vibrator harder against my clit and held it there. I rose and fell on his cock, and the vibe went with me. I bit my lip, the pleasure so intense it rivalled pain.
“Come for me, Little Red. Come on Santa’s lap.”
And I did. For the first time in my entire life and he came right with me.