Page 95 of Santa Daddies
“And why is that?” I asked as I let my fingertip follow the slick trail that drop had made as it traveled from her pussy to her thigh.
“Because you make me wet, Sir.”
I chuckled and lifted my fingertip which was now slick with her dew. “You’re saying it’s my fault that your pussy is weeping?”
Her face was flushed, but she nodded. “Yes, Sir.”?
“How can that be when I’ve not yet started our play?” I inquired as my finger reversed its path, detouring to slip between her slick nether lips.
“I-I don’t—” A gasp interrupted her answer as my finger slid into her sex.
“Please, continue,” I urged, teasing her with nothing more than stroking the very entrance.
“I don’t really know why, Santa. You-you’ve just always make me wet, Sir.”
“Hmmm, tell me, what makes you wetter? The expectation of the pain of punishment, or the anticipation of pleasure?”
This time, her head turned as she attempted to find my eyes with hers. Once she had, she smiled. “I’d say you’d be the better judge of that than I am, Santa Daddy.”
“Then, I suppose it’s a mystery that we shall have to attempt to solve, don’t you agree, my saucy little elf?”
“Yes, I think that’s a good plan.”
I had to laugh at that, knowing she adored puzzles as much as I did. Withdrawing my finger, I slid it into my mouth, loving how wide her eyes went at the same time her tongue made a reappearance to lick along her lip again. “Oh, how selfish of me,” I said, after removing my finger. “How rude it is to enjoy a snack without offering a taste to those present.” Sliding my finger back into her pussy, I swirled it around, both to tease her and to slicken my finger with a good amount of her nectar. Withdrawing it again, I presented it at her lips.
She hesitated, but I wasn’t going to allow that. I used the finger to trace over her lips, my cock jerking a bit at the shine her essence left behind. “Beautiful. I love knowing you’ve been waiting for me, your pussy growing wetter and wetter as you thought about what your fate might be. The unknowing, the endless possibilities, those have the power to slicken your pussy with sweet honey, don’t they, babygirl?”
Her cheeks flushed as she nodded, but I wasn’t satisfied with that. “Taste yourself. Taste what makes your Santa Daddy’s cock so very hard.”
As her lips parted, I slipped my finger inside and felt the swirl of her tongue around its length. “What a good girl,” I praised, dipping a hand beneath her to play with a turgid nipple. “Wet and needy, just the way I love you to be.” The suction of her lips had me anxious to continue our little game.
“Don’t be a greedy little piggy,” I chastised softly, watching her cheeks turn pinker at my chosen descriptive. Once she’d opened her mouth to set my finger free, I reached out to stroke along her flushed face. “Speaking of piggies, I think it’s time for Santa to unwrap his gift.”
Her nose crinkled slightly, her confusion clear on her expressive face, but I simply smiled. “You do tie such pretty bows, that it’s almost a pity to untie them,” I said, sitting back on my haunches as I reached for the first bow wrapped around her right wrist. “But Santa can’t let that stop him now, can he?”
Her mouth opened as if to answer, but nothing came out and I chuckled. “Poor thing, is Santa confusing his little elf?”
“A little,” she admitted.
“Then let me explain.” I slowly pulled one ribbon until the bow untied, leaving the velvet to drape limply over her hand. I repeated the move on the bow of her left wrist before sliding off the bed and walking to the foot so I could untie the bows around her ankles.
“As pretty as they were, I think you’ll make an even more beautiful package once they are tied in a different manner.” I knew she wasn’t following my plan from the fact her nose remained scrunched in that cute way that never failed to make me grin. “Lie flat, please.”?
Marcie gracefully repositioned herself until she was prone on the bed, her head turned to the side in order to watch my movements. Unfortunately for her, I made that impossible by returning to the bed and then straddling her body. Her slight huff only made me grin. “Right arm please,” I requested, and she obediently pulled her arm behind her. “Now the left.” Once I had both arms, I retied the bows, only this time, I used them to secure her wrists together. I patted her bottom as I turned the other way, shifting to straddle her upper back. I didn’t sit on her with my full weight but let her know I was there. Of course, the brush of my erection against her hands as I bent forward a bit left no doubt which direction I was now facing.
“Right leg, if you please.” When I was finished with that leg, I asked for her left. Only after tying a final bow did I climb off the bed again. Her head lifted slightly, her eyes widening a bit as I stepped away.
“Don’t go anywhere,” I teased. Her huff was amusing if not exactly respectful. “Since I think it would be extremely selfish of me not to share what I would call a perfectly wrapped and very beautiful present, I’ll be right back.” This time the sound she made resembled more of a whine, and I bent to kiss the top of her head. “I promise, I’m not going anywhere either. Just give me a minute, okay?”
“Okay,” she whispered softly.
“Good girl.” I dropped a kiss on the tip of her nose before moving to disappear into the closet for a moment. Returning, I saw understanding dawn in her expression.
“Eyes forward, please,” I directed as I settled the large mirror at the head of the bed. “And one more,” I explained as I walked to the corner of the room and picked up the full-length cheval mirror standing there. It took a few minutes, but I knew exactly when I’d accomplished my task when her reflection in the first mirror showed her eyes going round as saucers and her cheeks flushing a darker shade of pink.
“What do you think?” I asked, using the mirror next to me to gesture along the reflection of her body. I’d tied her wrists together, but not her ankles. Those I’d tied individually to her wrists in such a way that her legs weren’t bound together, but were bent at the knees, her heels touching her hands. The position left her open, forming a beautiful erotic frame for the center of my masterpiece which just happened to be the very core of my beloved little elf.
“I think my Santa Daddy has a secret pig wrangler hidden inside him,” she said.
