Chapter 9
Chapter Nine
Marcie
The shriek I’d given when he’d thrown me didn’t have time to dissipate before I gave another when he made a leap and joined me.
My body lifted with the force of his hitting the mattress, my arms and legs flailing like a disjointed marionette.
Santa Daddy earned another title of Puppet Master as he easily snagged me out of thin air and pulled me beneath him.
Just as he’d not shed a single piece of clothing, neither did he begin to undress me.
Instead, he simply yanked my legs wide and dove between my thighs.
I suppose I shouldn’t have but when he looked up and frowned, I just shrugged.
“Is there a problem, Santa Daddy?”
“Nope,” he quipped.
As they say, the proof is in the pudding.
I never understood what that was supposed to mean, but if it even came close to meaning your Daddy Dom simply slipped his fingers into his submissive’s panties and ripped them completely off her body, then my Daddy’s picture was right next to the definition in Merriam-Webster’s dictionary.
The lace sailed off the bed and my body sailed into euphoria as his tongue broadened and took one long smooth lick along my sex.
“Yummm,” he growled, and I giggled when his head lifted and he smacked his lips. “Sweetest candy ever.”
“You’re so full of it,” I said, the silly words making me feel as if I was the greatest treasure on earth.
“Oh, you have no clue how filling I can be.” His lips, already slick with my cream curled into a smirk. “But you will soon be full when you come for Santa Daddeee…”
He had to have known that would cause me to giggle, but when he returned to licking me as if I truly was the candy cane he’d claimed I must be, my giggles changed into sounds that could only be interpreted as one thing—pure bliss.
My fingers clenched at the quilt beneath me as two fingers slipped inside my pussy and curled to stroke along the sensitive pad of my G-spot.
My back arched when his teeth clamped onto my throbbing clit, my ability to speak regressing to nothing more than a mantra consisting of a single word. “Please, please, pleaseeeee…”
I was so wet I could feel my arousal slipping down the crack of my buttocks and when he began to swirl his finger in the liquid to lubricate it, I didn’t even have time to tense before it breached my ass.
Full of him?
Teeth grinding on my clit, tongue lapping my sex, fingers curled in my pussy and now one—oh, god, no, make that two—buried in my ass, I understood what he’d meant. I was incapable of thought after that, All I could do was babble, squirm, arch and surrender.
Every single muscle of my body tensed as my climax built, and when I imploded, I saw stars.
But when he moved to kneel, his hands under my legs, pressing my knees to my chest, and then drove his cock, not into my pussy, but into my ass, I saw the gates of heaven open and heard my scream join with the chorus of angels singing halleluiah.
It was rough, it was primal, it was unrelenting—it was everything I could ever have hoped for.
The climax I’d just had was nothing compared to the one he drove me to as he pounded into my ass.
The weight of his body on mine assured my legs remained bent and his hand that took both of mine and pinned them above my head assured that I could do nothing more than feel nerve endings snapping, synapses arcing with electricity, nothing existing but the two of us who’d joined to become one being.
By the time I felt him begin to tense, I’d lost count of how many times I’d come.
Tears leaked down my face as my cream leaked down the cheeks of my ass.
I was a mass of glorious emotional ecstasy and when he bellowed for me to come with him, how I managed, I’d never know, but knew I’d follow him to hell and back for the rest of my life.
I had no idea how much time had passed when I stirred. Then again, I actually had no idea when I’d fallen asleep.
La petite mort.
That would explain it and the memory made me smile. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.”
Wait. What? Sure, she’d always been a bit snarky, but never had she ever spoken aloud before. And her laugh, it was not what I would expect. The tone was far too low…
“Well, jingle my bells, you’re not Ms. Snarky. You’re Mr. Snarky!”
“Marcie, honey, can you hear me?”
“Huh? Duh, you’re in my head. Of course I can hear you.”
There was that deep chuckle again.
“You’re talking in your sleep, babygirl, open your eyes.”
With the touch of a hand on my cheek, my brain finally caught on.
Sure, I could have a masculine side, but she sure as hell did not come with actual fingers that could stroke across my face.
Cracking one eye open, I saw the arm attached to the body was definitely not mine.
Muscles flexed as his fingers moved and I smiled.
“Hi, Daddy.”
“Hi, babygirl. How are you feeling?”
I took a moment to take a survey of my body. Muscles felt mushy and I ached in all the right places. Smiling, I opened both eyes. “I feel as squishy as a marshmallow. So much so that I could swear I can smell chocolate.”
His laugh was as soothing as his touch as he slid his hands beneath me and pulled me up to sit on his lap. It wasn’t until I felt my ass settle on his thighs that I realized that somewhere between singing with the angels and conversing with Ms. Snarky, I’d lost my clothing.
“I’m nakey.”
“God, you’re too cute. Yes, you are but since I’m also nakey, it’s okay.” He adjusted me slightly and slipped an arm around my waist to hold me in place as he leaned slightly to his side to pick up something off his nightstand.
“You remembered!”
“I did,” he confirmed as he straightened, the mug he’d reached for held in his hand. “Granted, we sort of went off script for a bit—”
“A bit? I’d say it was far more than a bit, but it’s really great as now we have another memory of a first.”
“How do you mean?”
I smiled and gestured to his body and then mine. “We might be in our birthday suits now, but this was the first time we’ve ever made love while both of us are completely clothed. I mean, we didn’t even remove our shoes!”
He grinned. “Yeah, that was new but you’re forgetting one thing.”
“What?”
“Only one of us kept all their clothes on. You, young lady, lost your undies.”
I felt my face flush at the memory of him ripping them off. “I’d say that you owed me a pair, but that was really hot.”
He chuckled. “It was indeed. And speaking of hot, back to this”—he held up the mug—“just as you remembered the snow that fell that night, I remembered sharing a mug of hot cocoa before we went to sleep.”
Love swirled through me, and I felt tears welling. “You do know you’re the most amazing man in the world, right?”
He chuckled, but I pressed a hand against his chest where his heart beat beneath the surface.
“No, I mean it. You are so much more than you think. Not only to me, but to so many people. You are always telling me how great I am, but I forget to tell you that if I am great, it is partly due to you. Your love has helped me become the woman I am today so while I said thank you before without being awake, I want to say it again. Thank you, Austin James Carey for being you. And for being my Daddy Dom who has made so many wonderful memories to share with me. I love you, Santa Daddy.”
He didn’t laugh or shrug this time. Simply pressed his forehead to mine. “Thank you. I love you too, my sweet, funny, extraordinary elf.” He pulled back and kissed the tip of my nose. “Be careful, it’s still a bit hot.”
When he attempted to bring the mug to my lips, I shook my head. “I can hold it.” His eyebrow quirked and I saw into the past when it had done the exact same thing when I’d made the same claim the first time I’d been in his bed. I smiled and nodded.
“Take a sip and if you spill, don’t worry. After all, as you said, you’re nakey.”
I almost did spill it when I giggled as he pressed the mug to my lips but managed to take a sip.
My eyes closed again, not in sleep but in pleasure.
This wasn’t any cocoa made from an envelope or a canister.
This was rich and delicious in a way that only came when one shaved actual chocolate from a bar into milk slowly heating until the cocoa was at that perfect temperature.
“Open.”
This time when I obeyed, it wasn’t to accept his cock, but to take a bite of the huge marshmallow he plucked off the top of the cocoa. My eyes widened at the taste of the gooey sweetness, the softness accompanied by the slightest crunch. “Peppermint!” When his brow furrowed, I laughed. “You taste.”
“I believe I did.” He waggled his eyebrows and the gleam in his eyes had me flushing.
“Not me, Santa Daddy, the marshmallow. It tastes pepperminty.”
He laughed and nodded. “Of course it does, babygirl, you’ve been sprinkling candy dust everywhere you go.”
It was my turn to roll my eyes without the least bit of worry he’d correct me as it was just far too ludicrous not to earn a dramatic roll.
Instead of a pop to my bare butt, he tilted the marshmallow, and I saw the someone indeed had sprinkled the top of the white surface with the faintest shavings of peppermint candy.
We sipped and shared and, yes, dripped a bit, until the delicious beverage was no more.
Once he set the mug aside, he grinned and lifted me off his lap to lay me down on the bed.
The licks he made this time were slow and languid and not between my legs, but over the mounds of my breasts, his tongue flicking over my nipples and then he slid down my body and his tongue once again found my naval.
I grinned and reached to place my palm against his cheek. “So, what is the verdict, Santa Daddy? Do I taste like a candy cane?”
“Like I proposed, you are the one who tastes like peppermint, but not just any run-of-the-mill peppermint. No, babygirl, your flavor was specially created for the enjoyment of only one and I’ll be forever grateful that I am that one.”
“As am I, Santa Daddy, as am I.”