Their Little Sugar Plum (Happy Holidaddies #2)

Chapter 1

Mikayla

Jonah’s hand is under my skirt before we can even get my door open. I widen my legs while I fumble with my keys, hoping for more of his fingers.

“You liked grinding on Colton tonight, didn’t you?” Jonah is behind me. His lips brush against my ear with every dirty syllable. “Do you think he came in his pants while your greedy pussy rubbed against him? Tell me, princess.”

“I—I don’t know—” Why can’t I get the door open? I need to get inside, take off all my clothes, do something to alleviate this crazy lust burning through my body.

His fingers glide between my ass cheeks and then over my entrance. I’m so wet, he slides right past and up to my clit.

“What’s wrong with the lock, princess?” He bites the edge of my ear.

I yelp. “Nothing, just hard to concentrate…”

“Oh?” He pulls his hand away.

I’m disappointed at the loss of him, but then I hear the sound of his belt buckle and feel him moving against me, lifting my skirt and sliding his erect cock between my legs.

I look up and down the empty hallway, at the other apartment doors, the darkened windows. “Jonah, anyone could walk out of their apartment—”

“Shhh. Better be quiet then, shouldn’t you?” He pushes inside, one smooth thrust.

I moan and grip the edge of the doorframe, keys clutched in my hand but forgotten. I love this, love getting taken from behind, love the feeling of a man back there, filling me while I can’t get away.

“I’m going to fill this tight pussy with my come, Mikayla. Then we’ll go inside and you can suck me hard again so I can fuck you nice and sweet.”

His dirty talk, in that deep voice of his, lights up all my nerve endings.

“Please.” I push back and down, trying to take more of him.

“I bet you’d love it if someone came out of their apartment now. Some big, cranky man would get a nice show.”

I close my eyes, humiliated and turned on at the same time.

“Maybe,” Jonah says with an extra hard thrust, “maybe I’d ask him to help me hold you against the wall. And I’d give him a turn with you when I’m through.”

It’s impossible to hold back my moan at the thought.

“He and I would take turns fucking your pussy and your tight little ass. Wouldn’t you like that, pet?” He traces the edge of my leather collar. “I’d put you on your leash and let him hold it.”

“You wouldn’t,” I gasp.

“Oh, I would. And you’d fucking love it.” He speeds up, his cock driving in and out of me. “Another man borrowing you from me, to use as he pleases.”

I’m getting so close to my orgasm.

“I’ll find someone for you, next time we go to Salt.

I’ll let him hold your leash.” He takes his hand away for a moment, then returns with the leather strap.

He hooks it to my collar and tugs, pulling my head back.

He attacks my neck with fierce kisses, scraping teeth, his hot tongue lashing at my skin.

With his other hand, he reaches under my skirt. It only takes a few strokes of his fingers against my clit before I’m shattering, my body rippling around his cock, but caged by his arms and my collar and the leash.

“Fuck, pet.” He groans as he freezes against me, his cock pulsing with his own release. “Happy Christmas Eve.”

* * *

Jonah

It’s Christmas morning. I lean back against Mikayla’s sofa, wearing the plaid pajama pants she gave me as an early Christmas present—we’ll do more gifts later today. Everything is so fucking domestic, it warms my heart.

I don’t think she has any idea how perfect she is.

With her best friend and roommate, Violet, gone for a few days, Mikayla arranged this whole week for the two of us to be together in her apartment.

So far, we’ve been to Salt twice to play among the other kinksters.

Last night, we went to a kinky house party and I ordered her to sit in my buddy Colton’s lap.

Something lit up in Mikayla’s eyes. I think I uncovered a new kink. She loves to be “owned” by me, and called “pet.” Also “baby girl” and “princess.” But she also might like being shared.

Last night was the first night I truly considered sharing her. Colton isn’t quite right for us because he’s hung up on some other girl, but I’m going to let the idea percolate in my mind for a bit.

Mikayla stands in the kitchen, talking to me across the open plan of her apartment while she bakes. She’s happily narrating everything she does. I could listen to the sound of her voice for hours, for an eternity. It’s only been a few months, but I love this girl.

I haven’t told her yet. I should, soon.

She turns around, looking cute as fuck in her velvet red dress, her black hair in pigtails. “I have to add more of the sugar mixture to the cherries.”

“Sugar plums are a lot of work.”

“Yep.” She moves around the stove, turning on a burner and putting a pot of water over it. “But they’re worth it. I want to make these for my granny. She always made them for us, growing up.”

Her grandmother recently went into assisted living. Mikayla visits her every week, and her grandmother’s mind is still sharp, but she can’t stand and cook or bake like she used to.

“Are you sure you’re okay in there?” she asks over her shoulder. “Do you need anything? You can turn on the TV if you want—”

“Princess. I’m fine. Don’t worry about me. I’m happy talking while you bake.”

“Well, there’s also this.” She walks over to me, holding her phone. “You wanted me to screenshot, um…”

I wait, grinning at the way she blushes. “Go ahead, sweetheart.”

“Um. Positions. Ideas.” She clears her throat while she unlocks her phone. “So, yeah. I did that.”

“Let’s see.” I start scrolling through her photos. “Where are the ideas you were supposed to screenshot for me?”

“Oh, they’re in this folder, here.” She taps on a file. “Wait, that’s not the one—”

But the file is already open. The image at the top shows her in a bathing suit.

“Hold on, I want to see this.”

“No, wait.” She tries to take the phone from me.

“Mikayla.” I lower my voice. “Let me look at you in a swimsuit. I haven’t seen you in one before.”

She frowns, but stops trying to get the phone.

Our relationship is fairly new; we’ve only been together for four months. She doesn’t post bikini pics on PhotoGram, and we’ve never gone swimming or hot tubbing. After seeing some of these pictures of her, though, I’m thinking I’ll need to remedy that.

One in particular grabs my attention. She’s standing between her best friend and another man. The guy looks to be in his forties, and he has his arm around Mikayla.

I take a closer look. Violet’s in the image, sure, but the focus…the focus is on this old man and my girl.

I manipulate the photo so it zooms in on the man. “Who’s this?”

“Oh, that’s just Violet’s dad, Mr. Clark.”

“Mr. Clark?” I zoom back out so the frame only shows Mikayla and Mr. Clark. “You two look close.”

“No. I mean, a little—he’s my best friend’s dad, after all.”

“Right.” I think there’s more to it than that.

She blushes. “I gotta get back to the sugar plums.”

“You do that, little girl.” I stare hard at the image of Mr. Clark while Mikayla returns to drizzling sugar over the rolling pan of sugared cherries.

Then I open the folder she first intended.

Image after image of people engaging in D/s scenes.

Most are of couples, but there are a few groups of three and four.

All of the images are arousing, but my cock gives an extra throb of interest when I see a woman in a collar, sandwiched between two men.

In fact, the more I scroll, the more threesomes I see. All of them include a woman and two men.

I can feel a smile growing on my face. Interesting. Very interesting.

“There.” Mikayla turns off her stand mixer and sets aside the pot of hot sugar. “All done, for tonight. I’ll add the colored sugar layer tomorrow.”

I get up to help her clean the kitchen. Once we’re done, I sit in a chair. Mikayla faces me, and there’s a playful look in her eyes.

“Come here.” I hold up the leather leash. “I want to fuck my little pet.”

She drops to her hands and knees and crawls, just the way I like. I affix the leash to her collar and widen my stance.

“Suck me, Mikayla. Get me hard for you.”

It is, ultimately, unnecessary. I got hard as soon as she started crawling toward me, a little smile on her lips, her blue eyes sparkling.

Soon enough, we’re on our feet and I’m yanking her panties to the side and bending her over the kitchen counter. The leash is all but forgotten in my hand as I pound into her cunt.

Her moans are loud, and I punctuate each thrust with another dirty promise. Promises to share her, promises to watch while someone else has his filthy way with her, promises to make all her fantasies come true.

She’s about to come when the door bangs open, and a tall man steps inside. He looks familiar.

Mikayla’s cunt clenches hard around my cock.

Then I realize—I saw his face, less than an hour ago. I saw him in that photo in Mikayla’s phone.

It’s Violet’s dad.