Page 18 of Santa Daddy

“Get your hands off him right now,” Caleb snaps.

“Whoa, is that your dad,” one of the guys asks. I think his name is Frank or Fred. Some generic name starting with F.

I smile at Caleb. “He’s my Daddy.” I move my hips, and the two guys appear uncomfortable. “I think I’m in trouble.”

The other guy, I think his name is Mike, puts his hands in the air, visibly shaking. “Listen, man. We meant no harm.”

Caleb growls at him before gripping my elbow and pulling me off the dance floor.

“Bye, boys. It was fun, but I think I’m in a lot of trouble,” I call over my shoulder.

Caleb moves us through the crowd and hauls me toward the single unisex washroom. He locks the door behind us and turns furious eyes on me.

“I’m sorry, Daddy. Please don’t punish me.”

“Oh, I’m going to do more than punish you, little girl.”

I try to control the smile forming on my lips, but I can’t. I love these games we play.

Last year, Caleb took me to a fancy Michelin restaurant. He had me sit on his lap and slowly fucked me while he fed me my dinner. I’m sure the waiter knew exactly what was going on.

When he asked me what I wanted this year, I asked for something a little wilder and more risqué. So Caleb booked a flight to England to ensure no one we knew would catch us. That’s how I know whatever punishment he has planned will be painful, humiliating, and oh-so-delicious.

Caleb steps toward me. “You think this is funny? You traipsing around in the bar dressed in that?”

I smile, looking down at my barely there skirt and midriff top. “What’s the matter, Daddy? Don’t you like my outfit?” I flip my skirt showing him my bare pussy. “I didn’t wear panties, either.”

My back hits the bathroom wall. I gasp for air, but it’s no use. Caleb has his hand firmly around my neck.

“I think it’s time you learned a valuable lesson that you’ll never forget. Dirty fuckin’ slut.”

A shiver rakes through me as Caleb rips his belt from his pants with his free hand. I open my mouth, but his hand on my throat restricts any tangible words, leaving only pathetic squeals.

Caleb smirks before he spits into my mouth. “Shut the fuck up, whore. No one cares what pathetic fuck holes like you have to say.”

My entire body ignites at his words. He’s so different from the man at home, ensuring I tell him if things aren’t enjoyable for me anymore. My Caleb, the sweetest man on earth who would do anything for me, and my Daddy, the aggressive dominant who makes me bend to his will. The best of both worlds.

“Take off your shirt before I rip it off.”

My fingers work quickly, tugging at the hem of my shirt and pulling it over my head.

“No bra either, I see.” Caleb removes his hand from my throat, and I see stars from the blinding pain of the leather striking me directly on my nipple.

My breath catches with excitement as Caleb glides his fingers over my hot skin until he reaches my labia. He brushes along my slit and smirks. “My little fuck-hole is all wet. Dirty fuckin’ pain slut.” Another slash of the belt on my breasts. “Spread your legs, whore.”

I part my legs and close my eyes, bracing myself for whatever torture Daddy wants to inflict on me—craving his wrath, wanting to get lost in the pain of it all.

A gentle slap from the belt hits my pussy. A tiny warning. This is Caleb playing mind games to heighten my desire, and I’m far from mad about it. Something about pain with sex is euphoric, an added benefit that enhances the high and takes you to heights you never dreamed of.

“You know who gets wet like this, baby girl?”

“Sluts, Daddy. Only sluts get wet from exposing their dirty little cunts. I’m such a bad girl, Daddy. I can’t help it. Being naughty makes my pussy feel good. Please don’t punish me, Daddy. It’s not my fault all I want in life is to be used as a filthy cum rag.”

“Fuckin’ whore,” Daddy spits before belting my pussy.

I spread my legs further so he can get better access. “Yes, Daddy. Show my little cunt what will happen if I let other boys see it again. I need you to show me that my place is beside you, that my little pussy is meant for you and no one else.”

“That’s right, my dirty girl. This pussy belongs to me. So every time you do something Daddy doesn’t like, I’ll make you pay. I’m warning you now, angel, if I ever catch you wearing short skirts without panties near any other man but me, I’ll whip this cum dump pussy until it bleeds. And I won’t stop there.”

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