Page 10 of Santa Daddies
“Okay ladies,” The elf with the microphone spoke up and the music lowered. “It looks like Santa’s done punishing this naughty girl.” He looked at both of us, his eyes dancing with mischief. “Has she been forgiven and moved back onto the nice list, Santa Daddy?”
My eyes swung to Santa, and I blinked at him, wondering what he planned to say. His beautiful lips curved up into a smile.
“She has!”
The ladies cheered. The elves cheered. Charlotte squealed and clapped. But Santa Daddy pointed to a pillow someone placed next to his throne. I looked at it.
“Go on, sit. I won’t tolerate any more disobedience now.”
I swallowed and kneeled on the plush red pillow. Santa Daddy snapped, and Bo bounced over handing him a pair of fur-lined handcuffs, which Santa Daddy proceeded to put on one of my wrists. The other cuff he clipped to his throne.
He winked at me, and it felt filthy, and then he whispered, “So you can’t get away and I can keep an eye on you.”
That little comment felt real, not like it was part of the show, because right after his voice became loud and he spoke directly to the audience.
“So little girl, tell me, what is it you want for Christmas?” I knew it was part of the show, but when he looked back down at me, his eyes were still flaring heat that was too hot for it to be pretend.
I looked at the group of women and wiggled my brows, playing along, and then he leaned down closer to me, and I whispered, “You.”
“A dance, you say?” he replied in that booming voice and then he whispered back. “Later, I’ll give you a gift that gives all night long, but you need to sober up first.”
He went on to hand out little vibrators made to look like candy canes to every woman that came up to sit on his lap. And at the end he looked like he might hand me one, but he pocketed it instead.
“I’ll give this to you a little later, young lady.”
By the end of the night, I had sobered up enough to be standing next to Santa Daddy at the curb out front of my sister’s workplace where we waited for my ride.
“I’m only trusting you with my baby sister because I know you do this for charity and that makes you a good guy.” Madeline jabbed a red-tipped finger into Santa Daddy’s chest. “But also, because you’ve been on camera all night and if anything happens to my Memmy, I’ll hunt you down and there’ll be nothing left but a tuft of white fur.”
I leaned around the six-foot-plus Santa Daddy and watched Madeline walk to the next car where she loaded a very drunk Lottie, The Hottie Bride, into it.
“She’s protective,” he observed.
“She is. But she’s also protective of my sexual satisfaction.” I shrugged one shoulder and smiled. “Nothing to worry about as long as you give me an orgasm. Two and she might invite you for Christmas dinner.”
He let out a huff of a laugh. I giggled, still sans inhibitions obviously. And we both stared at each other intently until a car pulled up and the window rolled down.
“Either of you Memmy?”
Chapter Four
Kristoffer
I didn’t intend to take her home. But I’d had a few drinks, which I rarely did, and she had too. And wouldn’t you know it, here she was in my living room, staring at the skyline like she’d never seen anything like it in her life.
“Is this weird?” she asked, turning to me, much more sober than she’d been when I’d had her over my knee at the venue, because I’d never take advantage of a vulnerable woman.
“Weird? My place, or you being here?”
“Well, I didn’t mean Santa having an apartment downtown Vancouver,” she blurted sarcastically.
“Saucy brat,” I replied, handing her a glass of water. “Drink.”
“Bossy much?” Her brow shot up but the heat in her eyes gave away her desire to be bossed around.
“Yes. And I expect obedience.”
She pressed her lips and smiled, then proceeded to drink every drop. She was such a good girl, and damn, I loved good girls.
