Page 97 of Santa Daddies
“Only if you wish to learn how Santa deals with naughty little elves,” he countered, tightening his grip until an entirely new bite of pain joined the play.
It wasn’t the bite I needed, nor the threat, it was the roles mentioned. “Please, Santa Daddy, may your elf have permission to come?”
“Yes, she may. Come all over my cock, little girl.”
Permission granted, I instantly obeyed, the coil releasing so intensely it sent reverberations through every cell in my body and along each nerve ending until I was a twitching, trembling mass of sensation.
“Shit, you’re tight,” he said from behind me as my muscles contracted to hug his buried cock, holding him prisoner and not wishing to let him escape until my muscles gradually loosened and still, he wasn’t done. He continued to stroke in and out of my depths, his pace slowing until my body began to rock to his rhythm as I felt the spring begin to coil again.
“That’s right, fuck yourself on Daddy Santa’s cock.”
It wasn’t the easiest order to follow, with my hands, arms, and legs bound, all I could really do was rock back and forth, as if I were riding a see saw or a hobby horse, but it didn’t seemto matter if my movements were awkward because within a few minutes, not only was I primed to come again, but my Daddy seemed to be ready as well. He once more pulled me tightly against him until I felt his belly against my butt. He was buried balls deep into me and I could swear I felt the crown of his cock against my cervix.
“Santa Daddy, please, will you come with me?
“I’d love to, babygirl,” he said, “but hold on.”
I whined, focusing everything I had on obeying so intensely that I didn’t realize he’d untied the ribbons until I felt him lifting me. How he kept himself buried inside me was a puzzle but before I could blink, I was facing him, and he drew my legs around his waist.
“Okay?” he asked, giving each of my wrists a massage to assure my circulation was good. “How are you feeling?”
“Almost perfect.”
“Almost?” he parroted, “What would make that most definitely?”
“Fuck me,” I declared, and since that did sound a bit like topping from the bottom, I added, “I mean, fuck me, please, Santa Daddy.”
“How can I resist such a sweet request,” he said, “but first…” His hand lifted and I braced for a well-deserved smack for being so bossy only to see him tilting it slightly so that I could see it wasn’t empty.
I gasped. “Daddy! Is that a piggie mallet?
He took a look at his hand as if not knowing what it held. “Well, I do believe it is.”
It looked silly to see something so small between his large fingers, but to see that glint of the mallet held between two fingers had my sex clenching. “Um, what exactly are you planning to do with it?”
“This.”
I watched the mallet disappear and then felt it snap against my most intimate place.
“Daddy!” I exclaimed, too shocked to say more.
“Hmmm, I don’t see any pieces broken off,” he said, totally ignoring my shock. “Perhaps here?”?
He tapped the mallet gently against my inner thigh and I could only yelp again. It didn’t hurt; it was far too small a toy to be considered an implement like a paddle. But it was enough to have my body sitting up and taking notice with every tap.
“Can you tap and fuck at the same time?” I asked.
“I see we’re going to need to have a little discussion about who’s in charge here.”
“I just mean that you are so multi-talented, Daddy,” I practically crooned.
It turned out he could do both those things and more. While tapping my clit, he could thrust up into me and guide me to rock on him as well. It was a dance performed while seated, our hands, fingers, pussy, and cock working in harmony until he demanded, “Now,” and I obeyed, coming at the exact moment I felt a much firmer tap and hot jets of his seed releasing inside me. With the last tremor exiting from the toes he’d begun tonight’s play with, I sank against his chest.?
“I amend my previous claim, Santa Daddy,nowI’m absolutely perfect.”
“Including the tapping?”?
I felt my face flush. “I’m probably going to regret this, but I admit even though it felt really naughty as I’m sure that wasn’t a use anyone thought possible when creating the tradition, yes, it was pretty close to perfect.”
