Page 2 of Daddy's Naughty List

“Yes, but she won’t arrive until tomorrow. I invited her best friend, Linda, for a visit.” Mark smirked, then added, “I was going to tell Kendra, but I guess she’ll have to wait for the surprise.”

“And teasing her with what her present might be is the perfect opportunity for a mindfuck.”

Mark’s evil smile would have scared anyone who didn’t know him. “That’s the best part.”

A year ago, learning Mark was a sadist with a fondness for mental torment would have had Walt looking for a way to get a warrant for his arrest. These days, it was just another dynamic in the wonderful world of safe, sane, and consensual kink.

“Well, since you’re here, wanna sit on Santa’s lap and tell him what you want?”

“I’m good.” Mark’s gaze never left Kendra. “I already have everything I could have ever wished for.”

“I guess you do.”

Too bad Walt was wishing for something he couldn’t have.

Susan

She finished picking up the torn wrapping paper and empty boxes left from the pile of presents they’d distributed to the Littles. It was fun watching them enjoy their party.

This was Susan’s first real Christmas. She’d managed to finish crocheted afghans for all the Horsemen and their wives just in time for the party. They even had gifts for her, which she wouldn’t have expected in a million years.

Along with a brand-new laptop for school, she now had the use of a car. It was a company vehicle, which didn’t belong to her, but with their help, she’d soon be in a position to buy her own. Carrie was even giving her driving lessons, which was the best gift of all.

She just wished…

I want to sit on Santa’s lap.

Well, one particular Santa’s lap.

Walt looked like all the pictures she’d seen of the man in the red suit, with a thick gray beard, silver hair that tended to curl on the ends, and bright-blue eyes. The only thing he was missing was the stereotypical round belly. She’d had to help him tie a pillow over his trim abdomen to make the costume fit right.

Susan pushed thoughts of cuddling on Walt’s lap aside and tried to hide her warm face as she carried the trash to the bin in the staff corridor. She really wished she’d thought to make him an afghan too.

He’d be an amazing Daddy Dom.

Heck, she didn’t even know if a Daddy dynamic was her thing. In the time she’d worked at Club Apocalypse, she’d observed almost everything the kink world had to offer.

None of the impact play enticed her. It didn’t scare her anymore, but Susan doubted she’d ever be willing to try more than a barehanded spanking. Sensation play, on the other hand…

Master Mark and Kendra let her try wax and his violet wand once after a class, and she almost cried when it was time to put the toys away. She also loved watching the Shibari demos, but feeling her skin come to life with the heated wax and tingly sparks…

Shuddering with remembered pleasure, she got her mind back on what she was supposed to be doing.

Considering it was a fundraiser for the Caroline, the Christmas party was fairly vanilla. The dungeon would open later for adult play, but seeing the Daddies and Mommies take care of their partners stirred longing to life inside her, and she couldn’t help wondering what it would be like if Walt was her Daddy.

Unfortunately, she’d never get up the nerve to ask. Finding a partner would mean having to reveal the scarring on her back, bottom, and thighs, and she didn’t want anyone to see the physical evidence of what the Shepherds had done to her.

She was also being completely dumb about it. Walt had already seen the photos the police took for evidence, as had dozens of attorneys, judges, jurors, other police officers, nurses, doctors…

More people had seen her bare bottom than were at the party.

Then there was the issue of physical intimacy. She shuddered, remembering how Edward, her supposed husband, would sweat and groan over her for a few minutes every Friday night. He didn’t care if she found pleasure, or even if it hurt. Thankfully, he was in jail and would hopefully stay there for another couple of years—not that she’d have anything to do with him if he wasn’t.

Despite his claims to the contrary, she and Edward weren’t legally married. Jonas Jamison, the self-proclaimed cult messiah, had never been ordained. Although some of the couples had gotten marriage licenses, none of the certificates had ever been filed.

It would be funny if it wasn’t so sad, but Susan wasn’t the only woman who was delighted about not having to deal with a divorce. Out of over fifty women, only two stayed with their husbands and got married for real, and those couples had been plotting to leave before Jonas’ arrest.

“Hey, Susan.” Jake McBride, her boss, and the restaurant’s head chef took the trash bag from her and tossed it into the bin. “Did you and Walt get a chance to eat yet?”

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