Chapter 12
Chapter Twelve
Bellamie
Steaming a blouse to get it ready to be put on display, I’m thankful my boss, Debbie allowed me to come in today, and agreed not to ask questions. She was happy for me to relieve her from prepping the store for the big holiday push.
Time alone is the last thing I thought I’d be asking for today.
She knew about the auction and left me off the schedule indefinitely since I was supposed to be whisked away by my knights in shining armor. Instead, I'm surrounded by family drama.
Loren didn’t even have the decency to leave when I asked him to, so I snuck out the back door. He made it clear that he’d fulfilled his contractual obligation. There’s nothing else to explain.
Dressing the mannequin, I congratulate myself on breaking the auction’s streak.
I texted Jolene, Starla, and Molly earlier to find out how it went for them and haven’t heard back yet.
I’m guessing Starla and Cullen will work out.
Jolene and her brother’s best friend are also a possibility.
Molly might even stand a chance with her stepbrothers.
Hers was the only part of the auction that worked out as everyone would have expected.
Admiring the outfit I pulled together for the mannequin, I confide in her that I doubt my backup plan will even work.
She stares at me blankly, letting the joyful sounds of Christmas music remind me I usually love this time of year.
Oh to have the mannequin’s life… All she has to do is be present and let people dress her in fabulous clothes.
I’d like a little more out of life than that, but question my silly dream that the auction would be magical enough to land me a group of men who want nothing more than to dote on me.
Returning to the back of the store, I pull out the packing slip for the next box to see if it’s something we’re supposed to put out now or save for later. It's a last-minute box of Christmas t-shirts I remember Debbie saying she picked up for next to nothing.
She’s going to use them as super cheap items to get people in the door.
I’ll put them on the discount table that’s between the dressing rooms and the register.
Methodically opening the box, I pull out the first one, hold it up, and almost drop it.
The image of Krampus is surrounded by words that read: Krampus wants to jingle your bell.
Is that a sign?
I dig through the box. Plenty of shirts with Santa, reindeer, elves… but that is the only Krampus shirt.
With nothing to lose, I text Kace, letting him know I’m all in for a date. The message immediately shows that it’s been read, but he doesn’t reply. There could be a million reasons why. Not all of them are because he had no intention of coming back. That’s just the one that speaks loudest.
Steaming and folding each t-shirt, I try to harness the joy of the season. I’d been so set on the auction, I hadn’t even started my countdown to Christmas. Twelve days. There, I have something to look forward to now.
My phone buzzes. My heart stops. And I curse myself for being disappointed that it’s a text from Jolene.
Jolene
Sorry it didn’t work out for you, Belle.
Me:
Tell me you have good news.
Jolene:
I’m not going to be a single mom!
I send back a flurry of heart emojis as does Starla who also shares her good news.
I send more heart emojis then add a response.
Me:
I’m not a virgin anymore, and I found out I like being spanked.
Jolene sends a smiley face.
The doorbell over the door dings. Crap! I must have forgotten to lock the door. We don’t open for a couple more hours. I peek into the storefront.
Krampus… or rather, my human who likes to pretend he’s the keeper of the naughty list. His hair is a mess… a very sexy look. But his breaths are heavy and he looks like he hasn’t slept. His possessive Daddy energy radiates.
“You’re here. What’s wrong?”
“I can’t lose you, Bellamie.”
“What do you mean, lose me?” Did he find out about the auction? About what I did with my stepbrother?
“You have to give me a chance.”
I step closer, not understanding why he’s so frantic. “I am, that’s why I texted about a date… or did autocorrect make my text wonky?”
He grabs my hands. He’s practically trembling. “I can’t believe you’re here.”
“Same. You’re supposed to be out of town.”
“I thought…” It’s clear he’s redirecting whatever he was going to say. “Can you get off work? Can I take you on a date right now?”
“What’s going on?”
“I shouldn’t have left.”
Maybe the auction worked its magic after all. I will get my chance with someone who didn’t run off when I said I loved kids. “I shouldn’t have told you I have a three-date rule.”
My stomach knots at how I got caught up in the moment last night. I should have asked Loren to wear a condom. But I’m faithful about my pills. And here I am again getting caught up in the moment–wanting to have sex with Krampus. I’m tender from last night, but that isn’t changing a thing.
“Get someone to cover your shift?”
“Technically, we aren't open, I just forgot to lock the door when I came in.”
He rushes to the door, flips the lock, then embraces me. “Bellie, when you said we had to wait until after Friday and then when you didn’t have time for me because your friend was in crisis, I thought you were blowing me off. I didn’t–”
An explanation would definitely kill the mood.
I try to sound playful, but surprise myself by how raspy and seductive my voice turns.
“I really did have a friend in crisis. Jolene was named guardian of her cousin’s two-year-old daughter.
But Friday has come and gone. Where did we leave off, D– Do you remember? ”
I stop myself just short of calling him Daddy.
He cups my neck and kisses me–with even more hunger than where we left off. He hoists me onto the cash wrap and I’m lost in how badly I want him. And how badly I want him to be my Daddy.
No more fear that guys don’t want to date me because I love kids too much. No more fantasy that my stepbrother would rally a team of guys to win me. No more putting my life on hold for what other people believe is right for me.
But there is one thing to consider. “Wait, we can't do it out here… the windows.”
He looks around. I motion to the fitting rooms. He takes me inside the oversized, handicap accessible room, sets my feet on the floor, and steadies me for a second before we both start flinging our clothes.
I need him inside of me, but dangit, I’m moving so fast, my hands get tangled in my long sleeves.
His wicked chuckle draws my attention. “May I?”
He’s reaching for my trapped hands. I nod, my body shaking in anticipation as I remember how good it felt to be tied up, and at the sight of his erection. I don’t think I can trust my memory, but he might be thicker than Loren was.
“Naughty girls need to be punished. Have you been a naughty girl?”
“You have no idea.” But if I was truly a naughty girl, I would have quit worrying and given him the nickname I’m dying to use.
His deep laugh makes my knees week. “Krampus knows everything.”
Yeah, probably not.
He pulls my shirt free from my hands, twists it and uses it to bind my wrists.
Stepping behind me, he lifts my arms, bending them so that my bound wrists are on top of my head. His eyes rake up and down my naked reflection.
Caresses and kisses cover every part of me. Watching him in the mirror, I’m in awe of how beautiful we are together. How beautiful I am.
I’ve never seen myself the way he sees me.
He rights himself, towering behind me, his hands tracing up and down my sides. His erection presses into my backside and I wiggle against him.
“Not yet, Bellie.” With a hand on my raised, bound wrists, he steps in front of me and guides me backward into the wall, hooking my binding on a clothing hook. “Use that for support.”
I nod but lean forward, begging for another kiss. He touches his finger to his lips then taps it onto mine as he sinks to the ground, kissing his way down my body.
His hands settle onto my thighs. He sits on his heels. And an unspoken permission passes between us as he stares up at me.
Returning kisses to my belly, he lazily makes his way to my curls, his breath heating my clit. A little tap between my legs signals me to step wider, and my feet are barely settled when he licks.
“Oh, my god, that’s so good, D–” I was so close to calling him Daddy, but chicken out. I need this orgasm. I quickly regroup. “Don’t stop.”
I can barely keep my eyes open to watch his head rocking with his licks. Bliss consumes me as my orgasm builds, but as lost as I am, his moans might be louder than mine.
His hands trace up and down my legs. I force my eyes open to watch, but the sight of me bound to the wall while he ravishes me is too much.
I come on his face, my body lurching forward, but held back by the hook. He reaches up, steadying me. And I come several more times until I’m hanging limply.
He rests his head against my belly, supporting me, until I can breathe again. Cool air washes over my front as he sits on his heels, wipes a hand over his face, and licks his lips. “Even sweeter than sugar cookies.”
“I need you inside of me.” I barely recognize the woman I’ve become. The one who trusts that she deserves pleasure.
Gently unhooking my arms, he pulls me in for a kiss. My release smells divine mixed with his masculine scent. And as our tongues mingle, I learn how good I taste. I’m not as ready for cooking comparisons as he was, but we taste delicious together.
“Do you need me to undo your wrists?” He eyes the hook. “Or can I…”
“Any way you want.”
He spins me around, returns my binding to the hook, and pushes my body downward to thrust my hips out.
“You liked those spankings the other night, didn’t you?” He rubs a hand down my back and over my butt cheek.
Excitement makes my legs a little wobbly.
“Are you okay?” His hand stills.
“Yes.”
“Then beg like a naughty girl.”
“I need you to fuck me.” I can’t believe who I’ve become. The wild side of me that had felt unworthy or deviant is free with him. Is that thanks in part to last night with–
A sharp slap stings my bottom.
“Are you supposed to be working right now?” The darkness in his voice takes me right back to how beastly he was as Krampus.
“Yes.”
Another sharp slap has me tugging down hard on my bindings. It’s such a thrill to be at his mercy.
He leans over my back, his rock-hard cock forced between my legs. It’s slick. His pre-cum. I swallow hard as his breath warms my ear. “Naughty girls know how to take it.”
“Hard and fast.” I don’t know if he was asking, but he got an answer.
A laugh rumbles through his chest into my back. He pulls away from me and groans. Three sharp slaps send shivers through me. I would squeeze my legs together but they’ve turned to jello.
He slides an arm under my belly, giving me a second. When he lets go, his cock slides between my legs, driving back and forth along my entrance.
“Don’t tease me,” I plead while thrusting down on him, hoping to force him inside of me.
“But that’s my favorite way to punish naughty girls.”
My orgasm teeters on the brink and I’m not sure how much more I can take. “Please, fuck me, Daddy.”
He stills. His fingers dig into my hips. “Don’t call me that unless you mean it, Bellie.”
That didn’t scare him either. This is definitely working out. “Daddy.”
He thrusts into me, slaps one hand over mine, and the other wedges onto my bound-up shoulder.
“You’re mine, Bellie.” His words are barely discernible as his cock swells inside of me and he growls his lack of restraint before pistoning hard.
“Yes, Daddy, fill me.” I fall apart, seeing stars, unsure if I say the words or think them.
Unsure if I hear him say, “Have my baby, Bellie,” or if I imagine it.
Can I, or is it too late? Have I ruined this before it started?