Chapter Six
Noelle groaned and stretched out sore muscles. Davis had made good on his promise, sinking into her from behind within moments of their arrival home the evening before. She’d blushed when he teased that she was a very naughty boss when he found her soaking wet and more than ready for him. Her height made it necessary for him to lift her feet off the ground in order to enter her, making her squeal and grip the couch cushion to counter the sensation that she was gong to fall flat on her face. An hour later, he had her on her back in front of the fireplace, her knees at her ears, her body bent in half as he slid two fingers in and out of her wetness before sliding first one and then the other between her cheeks and pressing them slowly into her ass.
Remembering how stretched she’d felt, she moaned, and could feel her muscles clench. Davis was not a small man, and with his cock in her pussy and two fingers in her ass, she had felt incredibly full. It had taken her a long time to accept any sort of anal play, and she’d yet to take his cock into her tight passage, but he’d informed her that he’d soon be taking her last virginity. His promise had instantly brought heat and color to her face. Every time he put anything up her bottom, be it a plug or his fingers, it never failed to make her feel a bit naughty, well aware that so many people considered the act to be strictly taboo. She smiled as she climbed out of bed, acknowledging that she didn’t feel naughty enough to forgo the anticipation of Davis fulfilling his promise.
“Good morning,” she chirped as she entered the living room. He’d allowed her to sleep in but the moment she entered, he set aside the newspaper and stood, pulling her into his arms.
“Good morning, beautiful. Coffee?”
“Yes, please.”
Being Sunday, they spent the morning sharing the paper and cups of coffee along with the last of the muffins she’d made a few days earlier. When she set aside the comics, he nodded toward a stack of envelopes on the coffee table. “I got the mail. I think there are some Christmas cards waiting to be opened.”
“Oh, good,” she said, dropping to sit cross-legged on the floor and leaning forward to gather the mail. “I just love the fact that people still send actual cards, don’t you?”
“I do,” Davis agreed, watching her open the first envelope. “Technology is great, but it is nice to get something in the mail besides junk.”
“Or bills,” she said with a smile as she pulled the card free. She took the time to look at the front where a beautiful blanket of snow covered the ground, a decorated tree right in the center, small animals gathered around the base. “This is so pretty,” she said, stroking a finger across the card. “It’s fun to think about animal families gathering to celebrate the holidays. I wonder where they go shopping.”
“Now that you mention it, I thought I saw a mouse in the grocery store the other day.”
“Ewwww!”
Davis chuckled. “You don’t think mice need to shop? Where else are they going to get cheese for their dinner?”
“Not at the same store I’m in,” Noelle said with a shudder. “I was picturing some sort of animal mall out in the forest.”
“Ah, I’m sure you’re right. That makes a lot more sense,” Davis said. “Who’s it from?”
Noelle opened the card. “John and Nancy,” she said and then read the verse before setting it aside and picking up another. She continued admiring each card, reading them aloud and smiling throughout. Once every envelope was opened, she jumped up and arranged the cards across the mantle. “Do you remember where I put my address book?”
“Yes, you put it on top of the washing machine, but I moved it to the desk in the office.”
“Really? Hmm, I wonder why the washer?” she said, shaking her head. “Never mind, I’ll be right back.” After she returned with both the book and a box of cards, she began to write her own messages, passing him each one to add his signature.
“You know, most people would just sign both names,” he said.
“We’re not most people. I want everyone to know we both want to wish them Merry Christmas.”
Davis smiled and scrawled his name. “You’re right and I’m sorry. You do your name proud, Noelle, and make Christmas special for a great deal of people. The least I can do is follow your example.”
She paused in addressing an envelope to look up at him. “I know it’s silly, but—”
“It’s not the least bit silly,” Davis interrupted. “It’s a gift that comes from your heart.” He bent forward to kiss her. “Don’t ever lose your joy over the holidays. The world moves too fast these days; people seem to be getting further and further apart. It’s important to take the time to slow down and just experience the joy.”
“Thank you,” she said softly. “I love you, Daddy.”
“I love you too, babygirl.”
* * *
On Friday morning, Noelle walked into the living room and came to an abrupt halt at the sight that met her. Davis stood with a large grin on his face and the Santa hat on his head.
“Good morning, little Noelle.”
“Good morning,” she said, her eyes lifting to his. “You—you made me an advent calendar?”
“Me? No, of course not. Santa had one of his elves deliver it for his favorite little helper. Do you like it?”
Noelle flung herself across the room and into his arms. “I love it!”
Davis kissed her, then gave her bottom a pat. “Remember now, you only get to open one drawer a day. No peeking ahead, promise?”
“I promise,” she said. “May I open one now?”
“Yes, number one. Then one a day until the last one which will be on Christmas morning.”
Noelle nodded and moved to the “calendar” which had been made from a set of wooden drawers formally used to keep cards organized in a library. Instead of labels designating different Dewey Decimal codes, each drawer bore a number as well as a candy cane hanging from a piece of ribbon. She gave him a smile and pulled out the drawer marked number one. Lifting out something wrapped in tissue, she didn’t immediately tear the paper free. Instead, she used her fingers to squish the object as if attempting to determine from feel alone what was inside.
“Go ahead, baby, open it.”
With a giggle, she pulled the green ribbon and opened the tissue. “Oh, Daddy, they’re so cute!” Dropping the paper, she unfolded the garment to reveal a pair of red panties with green Christmas trees decorating them. “Thank you!” she said, running to give him another hug.
“Thank Santa, remember?” he said with a grin as he cupped her bottom. “Of course, your daddy would thoroughly enjoy helping you put them on.”
She eagerly nodded, handing him the panties and standing still as he reached beneath her nightie to pull her panties down. Her body instantly heated as he bent forward and placed a kiss on the thatch of copper curls hiding her sex. She considered reminding him that if he didn’t stop, her new panties would be soaked the moment she put them on, but decided her daddy was well aware of that fact. Instead, she opened her legs to allow him access and put her hands on his shoulders to brace herself as he lifted her to stand on the hearth in order to be able to kneel before her, his tongue returning to pleasure her.
“Oh, oh…” she moaned as his mouth drove her towards a climax. When his tongue slipped into her pussy, she shuddered, her fingers gripping his shirt. “May… may I come, please, Daddy?”
“Yes, baby, you may. Come on my tongue. Give me you sweet cream.”
His permission and his words caused her to give another shudder and then a cry as he drew her pearl into his mouth and suckled hard, her entire body jerking with the strength of her orgasm. He didn’t release her until she came again, her knees buckling. Davis gave her cunny a few more swipes of his tongue, as if reluctant to let her go and then scooped her into his arms.
“Happy December first,” he said, bending to kiss her, her tongue meeting his and tasting her own essence.
“Does every drawer include a climax?” she asked, cuddling into his neck.
His chuckle caused her to giggle as he carried her to the bathroom. “That’s the fun of it all,” he said, running a washcloth under warm water and then kneeling to clean her. “Every day will be a surprise.” Pulling the new panties from the pocket where he’d tucked them, he grinned as he pulled them up her legs, patting her bottom once they were in place.
“I feel bad,” she said, and when his look turned to one of concern, she shook her head. “I mean, I feel a little selfish. I have all those drawers to open and you… well, you don’t have any.”
“Don’t fret,” Davis said, his eyebrow lifting. “I’m sure that someone as thoughtful as Santa would tuck in a few gifts for me to enjoy using on you.”
Noelle couldn’t stop the rush of heat running through her as she thought of what gifts might lay hidden in all those wonderful drawers. Her thoughts were interrupted when she heard her name being called.
“Oh, what did you say?”
Davis grinned. “Where did you go, baby?”
“I’m sorry. I was just thinking about how wonderful my daddy is.”
“Well, I was saying that Daddy has to go to work. You be sure to take a nap this afternoon. I’ll be home in plenty of time to wake you up. We’ll go to dinner and then I’ll take you over to your next decorating location.”
“I can drive myself,” she said.
“No, you most certainly will not.”
“But you’ll have already worked all day and be tired, and I might need to leave before you get home. Besides, the team will be meeting me and—ow!” She reached back to rub the spot he’d just popped—hard.
“There will be more than one swat if you continue arguing with me, little girl. While I understand that some of your clients prefer you to work after hours, I’m not thrilled. Especially not when you’re going downtown at night. You’ll take a nap and wait for me, or else the little bottom beneath these cute panties will be quite sore. Are we clear?”
“Yes, Daddy, we’re clear,” she said, her buttocks clenching as he reached around to squeeze the cheek he’d just swatted.
“That’s my good girl,” he said, giving her a kiss. “I set out some cereal and fruit for your breakfast and, of course, there’s coffee. I’ll see you later, baby.”
“Bye, Daddy.”
After he’d left, she walked past the fireplace, pausing to look at the advent calendar, running her fingers across the top of the first row of drawers. This wasn’t something you picked up in a store. It wasn’t made of cardboard with chocolates tucked behind little windows. Tears filled her eyes as she considered how much thought and effort her daddy had put into this gift. Memories of past holidays, days that were barely acknowledged began to crowd into her mind.
She’d been that little girl who’d never had to worry about where her next meal would come from. She’d never worn hand-me-downs, or shoes that cramped her toes as she grew. And while there had always been something for Christmas morning, there had never once been time spent decorating a tree or gathering with friends to sing carols. There were never nights spent curled in front of a fire watching Christmas movies and sipping hot cocoa. No delicious aromas of freshly baked cookies had come from their kitchen. The day passed like any other, her parents too busy, too wrapped up in their own world to ever stop to make a paper chain or string popcorn or any one of a thousand little things that made the memories that one carried through to the next generation.
How different life was with Davis. He was every bit as driven to succeed as her father, every bit as intelligent as her mother, and yet instead of being cold and unfeeling, he was the kindest, gentlest, most loving person she’d ever known. Sure, he’d blister her butt if she did something to put herself in danger or acted the brat, but even a spanking was something shared.
Her bottom would ache when he used his hand, paddle, belt or brush. It would burn but it was so much better than the cold, emptiness she’d felt growing up. Her daddy would lecture and she’d cry, but it wasn’t the void of silence she’d lived with wondering if her parents would even notice if she disappeared. The pain of her daddy’s punishment wouldn’t last long and he would always cuddle her after he set her bottom on fire. He’d hold her tight, rock her, stroke her hair until she calmed. She never once left his lap without knowing her naughtiness had been addressed, forgiven and forgotten.
So no, she wasn’t surprised to hear he expected her to wait for him to drive her downtown. And while some women would consider it ridiculous or demeaning to have their rears reddened, or an affront to their independence or intelligence to be expected to obey some man’s rules, she wasn’t some women. She was Noelle, a woman who’d been so very lucky to find a man who was more than her lover, more than her protector or disciplinarian. Smiling she untied the candy cane hanging from the drawer, and unwrapping it, took her first lick. She was the very special little girl who had found a man who was all those things rolled up into one perfect daddy.