Page 157 of Santa Daddies
My Krampus grumbles, lifts me onto his shoulder, and carries me in the direction of Santa. No! This is not good.
My captor sets me on my feet, and I dare a glance at Santa. My stepbrother's staring at me, and the puffy white facial hair and glasses do nothing to hide how pissed he is.
He removes the kid from his lap and sets him to the side before rising from his chair.
Oh no, no, no, no. I don’t want a repeat of what happened at Starla's house. These men need to quit thinking they control us. If Loren wanted to be more than my stepbrother, he had his chance. Okay, I’d totally give him another chance, but it doesn’t look like he’s about to break down and tell me how wrong he was to push me away and that he wants me.
I muster all the thoughts I had when Starla’s dad, stepbrother, and dad's best friend objected to her being in the Christmas Cherry Auction. I think of how strong she was standing up to them, and I commit to doing the same.
Chapter Four
Loren
The sight of my stepsister bound in rope, getting spanked in front of the entire audience is enough to do me in.
But it’s her look of pure pleasure that surges anger through me. Pleasure that Kace is giving her. He saw her earlier–knows she’s my sister. What the fuck is wrong with him?
I shove the question of why I’m so obsessed with my stepsister out of my mind as I set the innocent little boy who just climbed onto my lap to the side.
The red clouding my vision as I rush to Bellamie and Kace isn’t the glare from my new Santa suit. My sister's too young and innocent to be tied up and put on display… and she’s way too… mine… my sister… stepsister. Fuck!
I haven’t resisted her teases for years only to let him move in the very first day he sees her. That's why I stayed at the goddamn Airbnb. I lose control around her. He can surely control himself for one fucking night.
I'm not exactly sure how I get to them. I seem to recall people stumbling backward, making way for Santa. Then, I'm reachingfor her bound body but my damn gloves keep me from being able to loosen the knots.
My frantic approach is too rough. Krampus wraps his hands around her waist to steady her. Fuck! Kace can’t hide behind the costume.
Why my brain decides to make note of how beautiful the knots are is beyond me. They’re the lesser evil of thoughts compared to my desire to throw her over my shoulder as is and take her somewhere private.
This is not something I should see. It's not something anybody should see, and definitely not something Kace should be doing.
Ripping my gloves off, I say, “Leave my sister alone.”
“You don't get to decide who ties me up and spanks me.” Bellamie’s voice barely makes it past the sound of my pulse pounding in my ears.
Did she really say the last part or did I imagine it? Our eyes meet and there’s something feral about the way she looks.
“Have some decency, Bellamie.” The knot on her waist easily unravels. Thankfully my fingers are only brushing her coat, not her bare skin. It doesn’t stop my cock from getting—or rather staying—rock hard. Good thing the padded belly of my costume makes a great shed to hide my tool.
“We're just having fun.” Kace holds her with one hand and undoes a knot with the other.
“These knots… What if she fell or freaked out? She’s helpless. She could get hurt.”
Kace makes a point of giving a simple tug to the loose end of a knot, untying it instantly. “And if something went wrong, that's what this is for.” Kace taps the knife on his belt.
“You shouldn't have done it in the first place.” I’m kneeling, working on the last knot, barely noticing two members of the event staff approaching.
The staff member in the green shirt says, “Are you okay, ma’am?”
“I’m fine.” Bellamie, who’s definitely not ama’am, rubs her wrists.
The one in the red shirt says, “Let’s take this down a notch, Krampus, Santa. Do we need to separate you two? Send you to your corners?”
“Just Santa.” Bellamie glares at me.
Seemingly unaware of the atrocity playing out, Bellamie’s friends, Jolene and Starla come up, excitedly telling Bellamie how good she looked on stage. I focus on unwinding the last rope from her legs, and Krampus rips it from my hands.
“The eggnog winners will be announced in a few minutes.” Starla reaches for Bellamie and just like that, they disappear into the crowd.
