Chapter Eleven
“Number twenty-four,” Davis said as he handed Noelle a package the next morning.
“Wow, there’s no way this would ever have fit in one of those drawers,” Noelle said, accepting the large box. “I guess it’s a good thing Santa knew he’d have more room in Wyoming.”
“I guess so. Go ahead and open it.” He watched as she tore the paper away and opened the box.
“Oh, they’re so cute!” Holding up the pink boots, she toed off the sneakers she had been wearing.
“And will keep your feel nice and toasty,” Davis said.
She shoved her foot into the first boot, then lifted it up so he could tie the laces. He did and then grinned when she seemed to be having problems with the other boot. “Are you sure these are the same size?”
“Pretty sure, why?”
“Because this one is too small.” Sticking her hand down into the fleece-lined boot, she pulled out a package wrapped in tissue. “What’s this?”
“I don’t know, Santa doesn’t tell me everything,” he said with a shrug.
“Well, it has your name on it,” she said, looking at the tag hanging from a ribbon.
“It does?”
Noelle rolled her eyes but giggled and played along. “Yes, see? It says Daddy.”
Taking the package from her, he read the tag. “Actually, it says for Noelle’s Daddy.”
“Same thing, go ahead and open it,” she said, tugging on her second boot.
Davis tied it and then sat next to her on the bed and opened the package. Lifting it up, he watched her eyes and saw the puzzlement in their depths.
“What is it?”
“Bells,” he said, giving the string a shake and hearing a soft chiming fill the room.
“I can hear that, but why would Santa give you bells? They’re pretty, and I guess you can hang them on the door or the tree.”
“You don’t hang them, babygirl, you wear them.”
“Wear them? How?”
“Well, not wear them exactly, you hold them.”
Noelle shrugged. “Okay, have fun with that.”
She was about to jump off the bed when he reached out and laid his hand on her arm. “Not me, you’ll hold them.” He paused and then reached down and patted her bottom. “In your pretty little bum.”
Her eyes grew huge as she looked at the silver bells. “You can’t be serious!”
“Oh, baby, I assure you I am. Now, drop those pants and panties and climb over my lap.”
“Daddy, I can’t wear those! People will hear them!”
“They’ll be muffled all tucked up inside, but, if you want to be a Grinch—”
“I can’t believe I’m doing this,” she said, sliding off the bed and unfastening her jeans. “The last time you put something up my… um, anyway, it wasn’t very comfortable.”
“That’s because it was punishment,” Davis said. “This is funishment.”
“You are nuts,” she said, but he watched her tug down her clothing and saw the gleam in her eyes.
Davis just chuckled and patted her bottom after she laid across his lap. “Reach back, and open your cheeks, baby.” Once she had, he pulled out the bottle of lube he’d hidden under his pillow and spent several minutes applying it to her pucker, sliding first one and then two fingers in and out of her entrance until she was moaning and pushing her bottom up. Slipping his fingers from her, he lubed each of the silver spheres and then aligned the smallest at her opening. “Just relax, baby.” She only yipped when the first bell slipped inside.
“That’s cold!”
“They’ll warm up soon enough,” he assured her, pressing the second bell into her. She didn’t groan until the fourth one joined the others.
“They’re not going to fit,” she said, her bottom wagging a bit.
“Yes, they will,” he said and then bent down to kiss her cheek and whisper, “And tonight when I take them out you’ll be all nice and ready.”
“You expect me to wear these all day? Wait… ready for what?”
“For me to replace them with my cock.” He knew he had her attention as she moaned but didn’t protest as he seated the last two bells. “You’re going to provide a very sexy, very sweet version of our own private jingle bells. Such a good girl,” he said, slipping his hand from her bottom to her sex and finding her soaking wet. He stroked her softly, allowing his fingertip to brush over her engorged clitoris but didn’t allow her to climax.
“Daddy, please!” she begged when he gave her bottom a pat.
“So sorry, but we just don’t have time. Everyone will be waiting on us. Up you go. Besides, I’ve heard anticipation makes everything sweeter.” Lifting her off his lap, he gave her a kiss and helped her arrange her clothes. They were halfway across the room before she came to an abrupt stop.
“Oh my God, I can hear them!”
Davis chuckled and began to sing, Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way, oh what fun it will be to listen to my precious Noelle’s bells play.
“You are awful!” she said, slugging his arm.
“And you are adorable,” he said, picking her up and carrying her down the stairs, still singing.
“Don’t you dare sing the wrong words,” she hissed. “I’m going to die of embarrassment if anyone figures out what you’ve done.”
Davis just laughed and carried her into the living room and set her on her feet.
“There you are,” Isabel said. “Here you go.”
Taking the string of bells from his mother, he placed it over Noelle’s head and then ducked down so she could place the one Isabel handed her over his. He cupped her face and grinned. “You need to learn to trust your daddy, little girl.” Giving her a kiss, he began to sing again, Noelle and the family joining him as they went outside.
“Wow,” Noelle said as Davis swung her up and onto the large wagon. “This is amazing.”
“The bell necklaces, the hayride, the tree cutting, caroling – they are all part of our family’s tradition,” Davis explained, helping the smaller children into the wagon before climbing up. “Hey, move over, that’s my girl,” he complained when he discovered Noelle had Stephanie on one side of her and Justin on the other.
“But we want to sit by Noelle,” Justin said, and Noelle only batted her eyes.
“Sorry, but you can anticipate sitting next to me on the way back.”
Davis just grinned, reached down and plucked Noelle off the hay bale and then sat, settling her on his lap. “Grab a quilt, Stephanie,” he instructed and once the little girl brought one back off the pile, he tucked it around all four of them. Bending down, he whispered into Noelle’s ear, “You’re going to have to do better than that, little girl.” He bounced her up and down and she squealed and then turned to look at him.
“You are so bad!”
Davis laughed and hugged her close. He was having the best time of his life and from Noelle’s bright eyes, flushed face and giggles every time he jostled her, she was as well.
The usual arguments ensued as to which tree was the perfect one, but finally one was chosen. The men took turns chopping it down while the women kept the little ones from getting too close. Isabel passed out cups of hot chocolate she poured from a huge thermos as they waited for the men to load the tree into the center of the wagon.
Davis lifted Noelle into the wagon and this time, climbed up immediately after her. She laughed and just shook her head, settling on his lap again. The family sang carols all the way home, the sound of bells accompanying each note. Once home, the children were herded inside, and this time it was Noelle who reminded them to stomp off the snow from their boots before entering the house.
The tree was left on the wagon until lunch had been eaten and the children were put down for naps. As the men trimmed the trunk and fit it into a stand, the women helped bring boxes of decorations from the attic. Lights were strung but they wouldn’t put on the ornaments until the children woke. While they waited, Noelle helped in the kitchen, preparing egg and sausage casseroles as well as two pans of monkey bread that would all be popped into the oven the next morning. A huge turkey was waiting to be stuffed and a variety of side dishes had been prepared and stored in the second refrigerator in the mud room.
“This is a lot of food,” Noelle said, sliding a pie out of the oven.
“We’ve been blessed with a big family. Of course, there’s always room for more,” Isabel said.
Noelle looked to where a very pregnant Colleen was icing a chocolate cake, startling just a bit as an arm slid around her waist.
Looking up, she smiled at Davis who lifted the bell necklace. “You can take that off now.”
“No, I think I’ll just keep it on, thank you,” Noelle said, giving him a grin. “Unless you want it back, Isabel?”
“No, I love the sound of bells, especially at Christmas. I’m happy you don’t want to take it off unlike my insensitive son.”
Davis gave his mom a kiss on her cheek and Noelle the evil eye which she just ignored, using a hand to give the bells around her neck a jingle as she swayed her hips and hummed.
The decorating wasn’t as streamlined, nor as quick as those done by Noelle and her team, but Davis knew she was enjoying every single moment. She handed ornaments to the children, and listened to their stories of how this pipe cleaner star was made in the first grade, or how this thumbprint Rudolph was Stephanie’s. His heart filled just watching her interact with people he had grown up with.
“Now, who’s turn is it to put on the angel?” Martin asked, as Isabel unwrapped it.
“Mine, mine, Pops!” Charity, Sean’s daughter said, jumping up and down.
“Okay, Charity, time to fly,” Martin said, lifting her onto his shoulders and stepping to the tree. Her father handed her the topper and helped her settle the angel in place.
“Good job, sweetie.”
Davis stood with his arm around Noelle, concern running through him when he saw her lift her hand to wipe a tear off her cheek. “Hey, what’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” she said, looking up and smiling. “It’s just so… so perfect.”
Davis looked at the tree and knew it wasn’t, not by any professional standard, but he had to agree. The old paper, macaroni, pipe cleaner, and felt ornaments generations of Waterfords had made were almost as prolific as the glass balls from the store. Every one had been hung with love and that all added up to the absolutely most perfect tree.
After dinner, they sang Christmas carols, sipped on cups of eggnog, and listened to Martin read The Night Before Christmas. When Isabel opened a trunk and began to hand out stockings, the children raced to hang theirs on hooks along the mantle.
“Looks like a hosiery store,” Davis said.
Noelle nudged him with her elbow. “I think it’s beautiful.”
“Good, then you can add yours to the row.”
“I don’t have—”
“Of course you do,” Isabel said, handing her a stocking that had her name on it.
Noelle’s face was beaming as she took it from her, even as a tear slid down her cheek. “Thank you. I-I’ve never had a stocking before.”
Isabel’s eyes widened but Davis just hugged Noelle. “Well, you definitely need one. How else is Santa going to leave those switches and coal?”
Rolling her eyes, Noelle said, “They’ll go in yours, of course. I’ve been a very good girl.”
The family laughed as he popped her on her butt, joining her at the mantle to hang his stocking next to hers.
The children didn’t argue about going to bed, visions of what awaited sending them running up the stairs. Once the adults returned downstairs after tucking them in, Martin stood up and clapped his hands.
“All right, time for the elves to get to work. We’ve got dollhouses, sleds, and all sorts of stuff to put together.”
Davis grinned and took Noelle’s hand. “Since we don’t have any little rug rats, we’ll skip out on the assembly line.”
“Oh, I don’t mind helping,” Noelle said.
“No, you two go ahead,” Isabel said. “You’ve worked hard in the kitchen and tomorrow will begin early.”
“Thanks, Mom,” Davis said, scooping Noelle off her feet. “See you in the morning.”
“Are you sure they don’t mind?” Noelle asked once they were in his bedroom.
“I’m sure,” Davis said. “Grab your stuff and let’s go.”
“Go where?”
“Babe, have you forgotten you took a cold shower yesterday?”
“Oh,” she said, moving to grab her toiletries bag and gown.
After locking the door behind them, Davis finally lifted the necklace over her head and slowly undressed her. “I’ve been waiting all day to listen to you chime.”
“You are so naughty,” Noelle said, her entire body flushing as he ran his hands over her hips, rotating them, a soft chime causing her color to darken.
Davis laughed and bent down to kiss her bottom. “And you are just too cute.”
They showered, the bells sounding every time Davis moved her as he washed her, the heat never leaving her face… and growing hotter in her body. “You don’t need to get dressed,” he said, wrapping her in a towel after drying her hair. “Everyone’s downstairs playing elf.”
She gathered up their discarded clothing, holding them against her chest as he wrapped a towel around his waist, his erection tenting the front. Opening the door, he stepped out and she gasped as Adam stood with a huge grin on his face.
Davis tugged Noelle out the door. “We were just conserving hot water.”
“How considerate of you,” Adam said with a chuckle as he stepped aside.
“Oh my God,” Noelle said the moment they were back in their room.
“Relax, it’s not like he is a prude. Besides, who do you think was trying to outdo us the other night. Now, enough talk, it’s time for dancing.”
“Dancing? You want to dance?”
“No,” Davis said, plucking the clothes and toiletries bag from her hands, tossing them onto a chair before pulling the towel from her. “I want to watch you dance.”
“There’s no music.”
Patting her bottom and then rotating her hips with his hands, he grinned. “Yes there is.”
Davis sat on the bed, his erection growing even more prominent as she smiled, lifted her arms over her head and began to move. He watched as her nipples grew tighter and her eyes filled with arousal as she lifted her arms above her head, undulating her body, the bells buried inside her softly chiming. He’d wanted to watch for hours, but it wasn’t five minutes before he ripped off the towel around his waist and growled, “Come here.”
Noelle sashayed over to him and reached down to take his cock in her hand. “Oh, look, here’s a pole for me to dance on.”
Davis growled again and pulled her onto the bed. Laying back, he positioned her so that she was looking at his feet and her ass was above his face.
“My very own candy cane,” she purred as her tongue began to lick up and down his shaft.
Davis groaned and said, “Come whenever you want,” before returning the favor, burying his tongue in her pussy. As she took him into her mouth, he reached up and gave the string a tug, loving her soft moan. She came within a few licks as he played with the string, listening to the bells chime. Having a different plan in mind, he pulled her off and positioned her on her hands and knees.
He took a moment to apply lube to his cock and then bent forward, continuing to lap at her juices and tug on the string. When the first ball popped out, she squealed and he watched her try to rise. “No, cheek down, ass up,” he instructed. She obeyed, her hands clutching the quilt as he tapped the single bell, listening to it chime. “God, you are so sexy,” he murmured, using one hand to play between her legs as he gave the string another tug. The second sphere joined the one outside her body.
“Swing those hips and play your song for me.” She gasped but rotated her hips, and he watched the bells sway, their chimes so sweet, her willingness to play so sexy, he knew he wasn’t going to last much longer. Increasing the pressure of his fingers on her clit, he said, “Deep breath, baby.”
She whimpered but took a deep breath and that was the moment he pinched her clit and gave the string a hard tug, almost erupting when she screamed as she came with the remaining bells popping out of her ass. Dropping them on the bed, he grabbed her hips and forced himself to go slowly, pushing his cock inside. It was like sinking into velvet, her walls tightening around him as she continued to convulse. As he pumped his hips, going deeper with each stroke, she shocked him by screaming and coming again.
“Now that’s a song I’ll never tire of hearing,” he said, bending over her back to kiss her shoulder. “And, might I say, it appears you are quite anal erotic.”
“Hmmm, I don’t know, maybe it was just a fluke.”
“A fluke?”
“Yes,” she said, “Maybe you need to fuck me harder, you know, just to see.”
Davis chuckled and lifted off her back, gripping her hips a little harder. “Yes, ma’am.” And fuck her he did, pounding into her hard and fast until he groaned, filling her with his seed as she came for a fourth time.
He pulled out, feeling completely boneless. Flopping onto his back, he pulled her to lay on top of him.
“That was… amazing,” she whispered softly, her cheek pressed against his chest. “Your heart is beating fast, like a drum.”
“I’m a little surprised it’s still beating,” Davis said. “That was intense.”
“Don’t tell me Steven was right and that you’re an old man,” she said, lifting her head.
Davis growled and discovered he wasn’t as boneless as he’d believed. Rolling her over, he pinned her beneath him and crushed her mouth with his. By the time he pulled back, she was breathless and smiling as he pressed his ear to her breast. “You’re still singing,” he said.
“I’ll always sing for you, Daddy.”
He kissed her gently before tucking them both beneath the quilt. Holding her close, he kissed her shoulder again. “Get some sleep, little one. Mom was right. Christmas comes awfully early in the Waterford house.”