Chapter 12
Chapter Twelve
Marcie
I smiled, snuggling deeper into the soft, plush fur blankets of the reindeer-drawn open sleigh as it carried me and my Daddy across the snow-covered landscape.
Birds soared along the sunbeams overhead, sleigh bells rang, and even the very air had the delicious aroma of my Daddy’s special homemade hot chocolate.
Poking my nose out a bit further, I inhaled deeply, my mouth already watering at the thought of how that cocoa was going to taste with a cookie that Mrs. Claus had baked in her very own oven at the North Pole.
“Are we almost there, Daddy?” I asked. When no answer came, I reached out a hand to pat his arm but only felt the cold air of emptiness. “Daddy, where are you?”
“Ho-ho-ho, Merry Christmas!”
I shrieked and bolted upright, clutching the blanket to my chest, only it no longer felt like fur, it felt like…
a quilt? Something was wrong. The birds had stopped singing and the reindeer’s antlers no longer spanned across my field of vision.
And while the sleigh was still moving, it was no longer rocking. It was dipping to the side.
“Wake up, Marcie, it’s Christmas.”
Christmas?
My eyes flew open to see a smiling face beaming at me.
“Santa? Oh my god, it’s really you!”
I threw my arms around his neck, not caring that his white beard was tickling my lips or that his mustache was suddenly askew. “Merry Christmas, Santa!”
“And to you, babygirl. Merry Christmas.”
Still, it took me another moment to realize that while he was indeed Santa, he wasn’t the Santa, but my very own Santa Daddy. I leaned back and clapped my palms against his cheeks. “I love you, Santa Daddy!”
“I love you too.” He grinned and pulled something out of the pocket of his red velvet Santa suit and held it above my head.
“Mistletoe!” I shouted and came close to knocking a tooth out when I slammed my lips against his, but who cared? I was kissing Santa, and he was kissing me right back!
It was the feel of his laughter vibrating from his belly to his lips that had me finally pulling back and giggling. “You’re really sexy, Santa.”
“Say that again and I might forget I came in to say it’s time to open presents—”
“Oh, goody!” I flopped back on the bed and held out my arms.
“Silly girl, they’re under the tree.”
“Nope, my favorite one is right here,” I said, reaching out to tug on his beard and giggled again when it pulled away from his face, the elastic straps extending from where they were hooked over his ears. “I’m unwrapping it first!”
Though the reindeer evaporated and the birds flew away, the sleigh—aka our bed— cradled us as he gave up any sign of protestation and joined me in the warm nest that I’d made while in dreamland.
“Why, Santa, where are your red long johns?” I asked after I’d unbuttoned his coat and began to pull it open.
My attempt at sexy banter was thwarted due to the fact that while he wasn’t wearing any long johns, there was a fat pillow posing as his big belly to fill out his suit.
Turned out I probably should have started disrobing him by unbuckling the big golden buckle that held the wide black belt in place as it was also cinching the pillow that I’d last seen decorating our couch.
By this time, I was a mass of giggles and he was chuckling, but somehow, he not only lost the pillow, but the rest of his clothes and mine soon followed.
“Now that we’re both unwrapped, what’s next?” he asked.
“Silly, I want some more Santa kisses… all over. So get busy, Santa Daddy.”
And he did. If his lips failed to skim a single inch of me, it was my fault as I was either moaning or giggling as his mouth traveled all over my body from the top of my head all the way to my ten little toes.
When he finally knelt up, I swallowed hard and reached out my hands, flexing my ten fingers.
“Gimme!”
He brow quirked, but I didn’t have time for that right now.
I had a goal, and I had to reach it right now!
I scrambled to my knees and then scooted across the mattress toward him.
When I reached him, I smiled, reached out and planted my hand smack dab in the middle of his chest and pushed.
His grunt of surprise to find himself on his back was followed by a much more pleasant growl when I moved to straddle his legs.
“Well, hello again, Dicky. I owe you an apology.” I stroked my fingers up the velvet-sheathed rod.
“We’ve just been so busy since the party, which was a huge success.
But you know all about being huge, don’t you, Dicky?
” I paused again to run the tip of my finger along the slit, then spread the fluid over the head until I was sure he was glistening as much I guessed I had to be, loving the soft moan he gave in return.
“I know I’ve yet to keep my promise I made that night, but I am so glad that I can keep it now.
Do you think you can forgive me for making you wait? ”
Daddy’s low growl had a delicious heat filling me.
“I’ll take that as a yes,” I said, giggling even as I pressed my lips to his cock and kissed it before opening my lips to take Dicky inside.
Turned out Dicky tasted just like my Daddy and though I’d fully intended on hogging this gift all to myself, it seemed there was a reason Santa was the boss.
Before I could fully complete my apology, I was pulled up and off a quite impressive erection and tossed onto my back.
Before I’d even settled into the mattress, he yanked my legs as wide open as he could.
I shrieked and he shrugged. “I was never one with much patience with all that tape and ribbons and bows and stuff.”
“But I’m already naked!”
He managed a pretty decent pantomime of being shocked and then grinned that sexy grin that had his brow quirking, his lip curling and my entire body trembling. “Time for some quid pro quo!” he snarked and then managed to stifle my giggles by burying his face between my legs.
Turns out he had indeed missed a few spots but was more than making up for it as he nibbled, licked, sucked and, yes, kissed me until I was begging for him to fill me up. When he did, I held on and enjoyed the most incredible sleigh ride known to man—and woman—kind.
“Daddy!” I screamed as I soared out of the sleigh to float over the snowy landscape, knowing without a doubt that he’d catch me when I fell.
The next time I woke it wasn’t to jingle bells or to find myself in any sleigh.
Instead, I woke cradled in Santa’s arms. It wasn’t sunbeams that illuminated the room, but the flickering flames of a fire behind glass that reflected hundreds of twinkling lights blinking on a towering tree.
Instead of sleigh bells, the soft sound of lyrics of Christmas carols being sung, filled the air.
It was like being inside the perfect Christmas card.
I turned my head up to see my Daddy smiling down at me. He no longer had a beard or a crooked mustache. There was no longer a red Santa hat on his head, but he still wore a smile that always warmed my heart.
About to wish him Merry Christmas again, I realized that while he no longer wore a red suit, he wasn’t naked.
Looking down, I saw that I wasn’t either.
How he’d managed to get me into a pair of soft flannel pjs as well as slip my pointed-toe elf slippers on my feet without my knowledge could have a been a bit frightening.
But I wasn’t the least bit scared. He didn’t have to be Santa to have magical powers—those came from just being an incredible Daddy Dom.
A thought occurred to me that did have me a bit concerned. “Did I miss Christmas?”
He laughed and shook his head. “No, babygirl, you’re just starting it a bit later than I’d expected.”
Relief flooded me though I wouldn’t have been very upset if I had. After all, I’d not been lying when I’d said he was the best gift ever.
“Ready to open your stocking?” he asked.
My head whipped around to see that the stocking I’d hung the night before was no longer limp but was lumpy and practically bursting out the top.
“Stockings!” I shrieked and jumped/fell off his lap and raced across the room.
Before I could grab a stocking, I gasped and held up the plate we’d left out.
Instead of the decorated sugar cookie and slice of carrot cake there were only crumbs on the plate we’d left on the mantle. “Santa ate the cookie!”
Daddy laughed. “I see. Do you think he actually gave the cake to his reindeer or ate it himself?”
“Of course he shared it,” I said, shaking my head and returning the plate to the mantel.
“I suppose you’re right. Santa is known for sharing after all.”
“Though he probably did drink the milk himself,” I said, then added, “I think reindeer are lactose intolerant.”
“Yes, they probably prefer apple cider anyway.”
I smiled and grabbed not only my stocking but the one I’d hung for him as well. I’d snuck out of the bedroom and filled it after I was sure he was asleep, and now it was almost as stuffed as mine.
I laid his on his lap and then joined him on the couch, sitting crisscross applesauce across from him. The first thing I pulled out was a candy cane as long as my entire stocking.
“Wow, I bet that even takes you a long time to finish,” Daddy said with a grin.
“Like a lifetime,” I agreed, hugging the candy to my chest. “I’m not gonna eat it, I’m just going to hang it on the doorknob and every time I look at it, I’m gonna be reminded of how much my Daddy loves peppermint.”
His grin grew and he leaned forward to kiss me. “You don’t need to do that. All you have to do is look at the sexiest little belly button ever and know that the only peppermint candy your Daddy needs to see is already part of his babygirl.”
“Ahh, Daddy, you say the sweetest things,” I crooned. “Still, I’m not going to open this unless we have some sort of horrid apocalypse and run out of candy.”