Chapter Four
Noelle didn’t bother to protest when he scooped her out of the passenger seat to carry her into the house. Instead, she buried her face in the crook of his neck and simply enjoyed the journey. Once inside, he didn’t set her down until they reached the master bedroom. She stood still as he untied her cloak and pulled it off, tossing it across the cedar chest at the foot of the bed.
“Did I ever tell you how beautiful you look in that dress?” he asked.
“Yes, when I put it on,” she said, remembering how his eyes had widened when he’d walked into the room just as she turned from the cheval mirror that stood in one corner.
“Well, did I ever tell you how beautiful you look out of that dress?” he asked, his eyes raking up and down her body.
“Um, no.”
“Then allow me to prove it to you,” he said, turning her around, slowly dragging the zipper down. With the zipper at its lowest point, the back of her dress falling open, she felt his breath against her body as he pressed his lips to the skin he’d bared, causing her nipples to pucker even tighter. He lifted her hair to press a kiss to the nape of her neck before sliding the fabric from her shoulders.
“No, baby, open your eyes,” he said as her eyelids fluttered shut at the sensations he was stirring within her. “Keep them open and watch in the mirror.”
She obeyed and saw her reflection in the mirror, her cheeks flushed, her eyes bright as she witnessed her body being revealed when he allowed the satin to slip to the floor, leaving her completely naked.
“Forget beautiful,” he said, lifting his hands to cup her breasts, his thumbs gently rubbing across her nipples. “You are positively stunning, Noelle.”
A moan escaped as she arched her back, pressing her breasts into his hands, aching for his touch. One hand left her breast to tangle in her hair, pulling her head to the side so he could crush his mouth on hers. He didn’t wait for an invitation this time, his tongue demanding entrance and then dancing with hers as he deepened the kiss, his fingers plucking at her nipples, gently pulling and pinching until she was trembling. By the time he pulled away, she was gasping, her body on fire for an entirely different reason.
“Please,” she said.
“Such a well mannered little girl,” Davis said, sliding a hand down her tummy. “Spread your legs,” he ordered, and with a whimper of anticipation, she obeyed, though her eyes fluttered shut until a hard swat caused them to fly open again.
“Perhaps I spoke too soon. Eyes on the mirror.”
“Yes, sir,” she said, her bottom stinging with heat, goosebumps popping out across her skin as his hand returned to her front. Thick fingers slid through her pubic curls to lightly trace a different seam… this one of her labia lips, parting them just enough to run a fingertip across her clitoris.
“My, my,” he said, his finger moving to slide up and down her opening, the motion made easy by her abundance of cream. “You’re awfully wet, Noelle.”
She didn’t need to see the glistening on the finger he held up or look at her face to know it was pink to acknowledge he was correct. She’d been wet since the moment he’d instructed her to lift her dress in Charles’ office and had only grown more so with every swat of his hand or paddle. She didn’t understand why her body betrayed her with arousal when she was being punished, but simply accepted that it did.
“Open your mouth,” he said, lifting his finger to her lips. “See how wet you are?”
She nodded, her lips parting and accepting his finger, tasting her arousal.
“Good girl, clean every drop.”
Her tongue swirled around his finger, licking up and down, sucking her dew from his skin as she stared at their reflection. She stood, completely nude while he remained dressed in his elegant tuxedo. The contrast of her pale flesh against the black of his suit was striking, her nipples hard and throbbing, the copper curls at the apex of her thighs glistening with the same cream she was licking from his finger. His eyes never left hers as she continued to suckle, her actions rewarded with the feel of his erection pressing against the small of her back. By the time he withdrew his finger and smiled his approval in the mirror, she was worried her knees were about to buckle.
“Such a greedy girl,” he said, bending to lift her once again. She squealed as she flew through the air to drop onto the middle of the bed, bouncing just a bit before she found her balance, moving off her still tender bottom to kneel up.
Davis grinned as he stood beside the bed. “Close your eyes, and don’t open them until I say.”
She immediately obeyed, nipples protruding like hard little bullets at his instruction and the endless possibilities of what her daddy had planned. His roaming fingers and gentle tugs on her nipples had kept her aroused throughout. His strokes across her sex, his quick flicks against her clit had her entire body thrumming. She felt like a fine instrument that he played with expertise, surprising her with the tempo, the cadence of every stroke, every probe, eliciting her vocal accompaniment as he conducted his symphony. He’d left her panting, primed, and so very eager for him to reach for her again, to play the final chord, the crescendo that would fill the air with the sounds of an extremely satisfied woman. Instead, she knelt, her eyes tightly closed, straining to hear his movements, wondering what he was doing.
So badly wanting to peek as she heard him moving about the room, she denied herself, not wanting to ruin the surprise. Even the sinking of the mattress as he joined her on the bed did not cause her eyelids to flutter open. After another moment or two, with a bit more jostling that she couldn’t quite figure out the purpose of, he spoke.
“You may open your eyes.”
Once she did, she could only gape and then giggle. He was sitting with his back against the headboard, a big grin on his face.
“What’s the matter, little girl? Haven’t you ever seen Santa Claus before?” She couldn’t really yet speak as he shook his head, causing the huge pom-pom on the tip of the red hat he wore to sway. Large fingers stroked down the long white beard hanging down to his chest, but it was his free hand—the hand that could deliver devilish pain or provide exquisite pleasure—which encircled his erection, that captured and held her gaze.
“I believe some little girl never got the chance to sit on Santa’s lap and tell him what she wanted for Christmas.”
He released his beard and cock and reached for her. Crawling to him, she could feel her face flush and her pussy gush… not to sit on his lap, but to straddle him, her hand replacing his to guide the head of his cock to the entrance of her sex. Lowering down slowly, she moaned as inch by inch she took him inside. His girth always caused a bit of discomfort, yet she didn’t even try to disguise the mews of pleasure she experienced as he slowly filled her.
“Need some help?” he asked, his hands slipping to hold her waist.
“Yes, please,” she managed, gasping when he lifted his hips to drive the final few inches of his shaft deep inside her, pulling her down until her bottom settled on his groin.
“Comfy?” he teased.
“Very,” she said softly, amazed as always that he actually fit inside her.
Davis grinned and allowed his hands to slip behind her, fingers splaying against her buttocks. “I’ve heard you’ve been a very good girl this year.”
Noelle knew she hadn’t been, not truly, and yet she wasn’t surprised to hear him say so. To him, her slate was wiped clean, giving her a fresh start, all past sins forgiven the moment she’d been punished. Smiling, she placed her hands on his chest, loving the feel of his rock-hard muscles beneath her fingers.
“Not really, but I have a very forgiving daddy, so I’m a very lucky girl, Santa.”
“And what would you like me to bring you for Christmas?”
Bending forward, feeling his cock shift within her sheath as she lifted, she placed a kiss directly over his heart. Looking up, she said, “I have everything I could ever desire and far more than I deserve.” Before he could protest, she kissed him again and then sat back, loving the feel of him inside. “But, if I must give you an answer, let me say this. My hope is to give my daddy what he desires for, without him, I would be empty.”
The corner of his mouth quirked up beneath the white moustache, his blue eyes twinkling as he again flexed his hips, causing her to gasp as he drove deeper. “Hardly empty I’d wager. But, I think you are a very special young lady to exchange your gift for his. Shall I tell you what your daddy desires?”
“Yes, please.”
“He wants nothing more than to see you happy, to watch your eyes light up and your smile every single day. He wishes you to know that he loves you with all his heart, and he feels very, very blessed to be your daddy.”
As tears filled her eyes, he pulled off the hat and the beard, tossing them aside. “I love you, Noelle.”
“I love you too,” she said, as he bent forward to take her face between his palms. This kiss spoke of the love they shared and the promise for more. They began to rock together, finally breaking the kiss in order for her to press her hands behind her, bracing herself on his strong thighs as she rode him. It was a dance as old as time and yet seemed new every single time they joined. Each strove to please the other, the spring in her tummy coiling tighter and tighter until she was moaning.
“May I come?”
“Not yet,” he said, his hips lifting up as he pulled her down on his shaft.
“Please… I-I need to come…” she begged, “I can’t—”
“You can,” he corrected. “Keep your eyes on mine,” he ordered, pumping into her even harder. With a whimper, she obeyed, her entire body feeling as if it were about to explode. He lifted and lowered her again and again, driving her closer and closer to the abyss until finally he said, “Now, come for me now!”
She obeyed, throwing her head back to scream his name as she splintered apart, her muscles contracting violently around his cock. Her back arched, her hair brushing his thighs, her fingers curled around his forearms as he pounded up into her, giving a final deep thrust as he came, shooting his release deep inside her womb. With a final shudder, she collapsed onto his chest, her body heaving and continuing to convulse with the intensity of bliss he’d driven her to. His arms encircled her, holding her tightly to him as his pounding heart slowly began to return to its regular pace.
“Like I said, you are a very, very good girl indeed,” he whispered, lifting a strand of her hair and giving it a kiss.
“You’re a pretty good boy yourself, Santa.”