Page 10 of Santa's Little Helpers

“You need to eat first,” Derek interceded as he entered the kitchen that was getting smaller by the moment.

I questioned my own sanity as I considered making a run for it. I didn’t want to sit and have breakfast with everyone, but I sure as hell didn’t want to add “deliberate disobedience” to my infractions from the night before.

Derek took in the sight of his wife bent over the counter and shook his head. “Angel, it’s not even seven yet, and Jared has been here less than twelve hours. That has to be some kind of record.”

She hid her face in her arms.

“She hit me with a spoon,” Jared informed him as he skimmed down her pj pants, smiling and shaking his head the whole time.

A shiver went through my body as I mentally switched places with Sadie. My pussy spasmed at the fantasy. I need to get out of here.

“Coffee, anyone?” I headed out the other side of the kitchen toward the dining room where the coffee bar was located. If I couldn’t get out of breakfast, at least I could spare myself this torture.

“Don’t just leave me here!” Sadie squealed.

“I’m not the one who smacked a Dom with a wooden spoon!” I countered, trying to keep the “duh” out of my tone.

“Stay,” Derek commanded.

“This will only take a minute and then we can all enjoy this amazing meal together,” Jared said before smacking the spoon down on her bare flesh. From the sound of the wood on her skin and the resulting screech, he was determined to make his point quickly. “You will not hit me, do you understand, little girl?”

The irony was not lost on me, but I stayed quiet. I didn’t want any of that attention. Yes, you do. You want All that attention, my brain teased me. It was true, though. Even if it was a playful, semipublic punishment, I wanted to feel his hands on me, all over me. Ugh, this is not the way I want my morning to go down.

Jared laid down about two dozen smacks before letting Sadie up. “What do you have to say for yourself?”

“I’m sorry for hitting you, Uncle Jared. Please forgive me?” She did a cute little dance from foot to foot as she rubbed her ass.

“Forgiven, sweetie. Don’t do it again, understand?”

The threat was clear—if she did do it again, the consequences would be a lot more serious. Sadie was a total masochist. I had watched her take licks from a single-tail bullwhip, yet when she was in this little headspace, she could barely handle a few spoon spanks. She was an anomaly.

“Understood,” she said with a nod.

He kissed her on the head. “Good girl. Now, let’s eat. I’m starving.”

“How about you guys go get coffee, and we will bring out the food,” Sadie suggested.

The men left without any more incidents, and Sadie began to put plates of food together.

“Can you take those dishes, and I’ll be right behind you with the others?”

I nodded and grabbed the two she indicated. Both of them were quite warm, but I didn’t realize how warm until I was halfway into the dining room and they were burning my fingers. Trying to get rid of the dishes as soon as possible, I ran to the table and slammed them down. I shook my hands wildly to get rid of the pain. When I looked up, I saw the piercing blue eyes staring at me. His eyebrow rose, and he looked down at the plates in front of him. Food was sliding off the edges, and there was a pancake in his lap.

“Sorry,” I mumbled before turning tail and sprinting back into the kitchen. “Why didn’t you tell me those plates were hot!” I placed the blame on Sadie.

“I figured you saw me take them out of the oven.” She shrugged unapologetically. “You okay?”

“Fine,” I spat as I went to the sink and flipped on the cold water. Who put plates in the oven anyway?

Sadie joined me at the sink. “Let me see.”

“I’m fine. I just…there’s no way I can eat right now.” I flipped the water off and grabbed the towel Sadie offered. “I’m going to go eat with the girls in the cafeteria.”

“Are you sure you want to do that? Derek won’t be happy, and don’t you already have a meeting with him this morning?”

“How do you know about that?”

“He’s my husband. I know him pretty well, and I know how he reacts to certain things, especially with you and me. He’s kind of predictable.”

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