Page 193 of Santa Daddies
“What’s up?” He looks between us. There’s no escaping that they can both tell I have something on my mind.
“I’m not completely unwrapped yet.”
Kace beats me to reaching behind her for her bra hook.
Her gaze pierces me, although she’s speaking to him. “Wait, let him do it… Daddy.”
My eyes fall shut. I don’t know if I can take this.
Her fingers brush over mine. “I want Santa Daddy to do it.”
My heart and cock thump so hard at the same time, I almost fall over. My ears better have heard that right. I open my eyes. She’s smiling timidly.
“Is that weird? I want to call you Daddy, too, but…”
I cup my hands around her head and pull her in for a kiss. She’s so sweet. Always sensing everyone’s needs. I can’t believe this is happening. I also can’t hold back the flood of desire I’ve been consumed by ever since claiming her at the auction.
My hands find their way to her bra while our lips stay locked.
“That’s fucking hot,” Kace says, waiting patiently while we slowly separate and I remove her bra.
“Yeah, she is.” I take in the full physical beauty of my stepsister as she extends an arm to Kace.
There’s a new intimacy between us as Kace hands me the rope and walks me through a criss- cross pattern on her arm.
We undo that one, bend her arms at the elbows and he talks me through checking in with her to make sure she remains comfortable while we bind her hands to her shoulders. He showsme how to check the tension then takes a moment to admire both arms.
“How does that feel?” he asks, caressing her arm over the rope pattern on his side.
“I like it.”
I follow his lead, shocked by how much I like tying her up. “Is this side okay?”
“I love it.”
Nope! I dismiss the pride I feel that she said she likes his but loves mine. We’re in this together.
“What do my daddies have in store next?”
This is the side of her I resisted for so long. The temptress, hiding beneath the sweet facade. I don’t have to resist anymore.
A sense of freedom washes over me. True freedom. No more holding back. No worries that someone is going to steal her away. I can finally give her what I’ve wanted to all along… myself.
“If it gets uncomfortable or bloodflow feels restricted at any time, it’s your job to tell me… tell us.”
“I will.”
“We’re going to help you to the floor now.” Kace steadies her by the waist.
I get behind her and put my hands just above his. The sight of both of our hands on her is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen, which is saying a lot after my view of her at the auction.
We help her to a kneeling position and go through some basic knots, twists, and crossovers, including how to do a quick release. Kace runs a rope under her arms from behind and hands me one end. Together, we create a diamond pattern down her torso. The final stretch of rope goes around her hips, between her legs, and comes back up, tying it off on either side of her waist.
“I had no idea you could be even more beautiful, Belle.” I can’t take my eyes off of her. “I didn’t get it at first, Kace, but you’re right. This is artwork.”
“We’re not in a museum.” Bellamie’s odd statement and chuckle draw my attention. “You’re allowed to touch the artwork.”
Working my hands down her body, I pause on her belly then slip my fingers between her legs. She’s drenched and shivers when I massage her clit.
