Chapter 7

Seven

WINTER

H is large palms grasp my bare ass as he carries me up the stairs to the bed. Our bed. In our bedroom. Once he sets me down, I unzip my dress and let the top hang, exposing the lacy number I put on underneath just for him.

It was always my plan to gift my daddy my virginity for Christmas. As his eyes caress my body, I stand up and give him a twirl, letting my dress fall to the floor. He smirks, causing his eyebrows to lower into a devilish look, which makes my pulse race. “Sit down and let me take off your shoes.”

Gliding a foot up his chest as he squats, I sharply inhale when his lips meet my calf for a moment. His fingers deftly work the silk ribbons off my legs until the slipper comes off, then he works the other.

Standing, he loosens his tie and slowly undoes the buttons of his shirt. His hand pauses over his belt buckle, which makes me soaking wet between my thighs. “Baby… You were such a bad girl tonight. Flirting with a boy and being naughty. Daddy’s going to have to spank you. You know that, right?”

My lip finds its way under my front teeth as I nod.

“I’m going to have to use the belt, but only four swats. Lay over the bed.”

The bottom of my negligee ends in a thong, exposing my bare ass. Nervous, but with a fluttering in my pussy, I bend over the side of the bed. Surging forward at his touch, I whimper. “Four?” I ask again.

“Yes, baby. Four of them.” The clang of his belt buckle seems almost soothing to me because I know what will follow it. And also that Ben is my daddy. I love his discipline. It makes me want his dick inside me as soon as possible.

“Here’s the first one, dirty girl.”

A groan leaves my chest in a huff at the stinging swat. I don’t want to tell him, but it doesn’t hurt as bad as I thought it would. Heat rises on my skin when he switches to the other side. “Two!”

“That’s right, baby. Two more. Are you going to be a good girl after this?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

The last swats make me desperately needy for him as I arch my back and scoot as far toward him as I can get. His stiff erection pokes me between the thighs, and I sigh with satisfaction. Daddy loves spanking me.

And I love being a brat enough to get it.

His large hand grabs the meat of my cheek and rubs, soothing where he just smacked. “Mm, baby. Flip onto your back and take off your onesie there.”

A tiny giggle escapes my throat. “It’s not a onesie. It’s lingerie.”

But when I flip over, his eyes are wild. “But you could wear a onesie for me sometime, couldn’t you?”

I trail one finger down my chest as I slide off my lacy underthings. “Yes, Daddy. For you.”

“Fuck!” He squats again and spreads my thighs, then dives between them as if ravenously hungry.

My head drops back with a scream as he licks my hole up to my clit with a slick tongue. “Daddy!” Itching to get him closer, my fingers work their way through his hair and latch on. He digs his nose deeper between my folds, then works one finger, then another, inside. The sloshing sounds of my soaked cunt are enough to make me explode on his hand. Heat rises from my belly, and I succumb to the pleasure he brings me with a sigh of happiness.

“Such a good girl. I love your taste, baby. You taste like mine. My little girl.” Standing, he lets his trousers drop to the ground and licks my wetness from his face, then fingers. He places a taut forearm underneath my back and scoots us to the middle of the bed, crawling over top of me.

“Will it hurt? I-I don’t care if it does. I just want to know.”

“It may, but I’ll go slow, baby. You take my fingers and tongue so good. I think you can be a big girl and take my cock.”

Nodding, I will myself to relax for him. I want him to completely envelop me, fill me full of him. Just at that thought, I realize he’s not wearing protection. And I’m not on any…

But I keep quiet. Not even sure of what I want, yet.

His handsome face greets me with a small smile, and then he kisses me passionately as I feel the crown of his length press against my entrance. “I love you, Winter.”

As I say it back, he edges inside, which takes my breath away. “Y-you’re so big!”

“Want me to stop?”

“N-no. Keep going.”

Working his hips slowly, he pushes in more until pain surges through my lower half, seizing my spine. I grit my teeth and clench down.

“No, no, baby. Relax, my beautiful girl. Let Daddy take over.”

With a deep breath, I focus on loosening my muscles. His thumbs stroke over my heated cheeks as he gazes into my eyes. Nudging on my barrier, he breaks through and stills inside me. His careful expression monitors my face. The more I breathe, the pain lessens to a minor soreness. I perch on my elbows and shift my hips slightly to adjust to make it more comfortable.

“Look at us joined together. We fit so good, you and I. You okay now, baby?”

“Yes, I think so.”

He pulls me closer to him and slides out, relieving some of the pressure. Then, he slowly pushes in again and groans. “I can’t believe I’m inside you. You’re so tight.”

Glancing down as he works his way back in, I smile and place a hand on his face. “This is what I’ve wanted.”

“Yeah?” He gets a goofy grin on his face and slips out, then thrusts in again with more force. By the fifth or sixth time, the new sensations transform into complete pleasure. My body hums with anticipation of a climax. Halting breaths stagger out as I sing with every inch of him. His length gets deeper inside of me and stretches my entrance in a way that makes me delirious with desire. “You know that I’m still your daddy even when I’m inside you, right?”

Almost lost in the bliss his body gives me, I moan something affirmative.

He reaches down and swats my outer thigh. “Baby? Did you clean your room today?”

My eyes open wide and his sparkle with mischievousness. He’s playing with me. “No, Daddy.”

“Mm, my bad, naughty girl. Daddy has to punish you with his dick.”

“Please…”

And he does. His forceful fingers open my hips wider, so I fit more of his body between my legs. The surge of his thrusts digs deeper inside me until the tip of his dick hits close to my womb. As the burning fire of ecstasy rises within me, his face drops into a serious expression. “I need to pull out, Winter. I have to?—”

“No. Don’t.”

“Baby…” He says it with a warning tone, like I’m so bad, but also that he wants the same thing as me. Will I get pregnant with his child already? At just eighteen?

As if he’s desperate to do just that, he pumps faster, harder, until I’m screaming, tossing my head back at the violence of the passion I’ve never experienced before. Is it supposed to be this strong , this tidal wave of euphoria crashing over my body?

Through gritted teeth, he grunts. “Baby… I have to. Oh, fuck. I can’t. You’re too tight, baby. I’m not pulling out. I’m going to come inside my little girl.”

“Yes, Daddy!”

My feet clip onto the back of his thighs, dragging him as close to my center as he can get. He drops his head into my neck. A groan throttles from his chest, so loud I almost go deaf. Too focused on my own pulsations, I barely feel his until I ease back into reality, then I sense his thickness throbbing erratically inside me.

“You’re the best present I could have asked for,” he whispers. His breath moistens my ear. Ever so gently, he pulls back and looks between us. A ring of blood lines the base of his cock close to his curly brown hairs. Some of me feels embarrassed. Almost to himself, he mutters, “Beautiful,” and my shame melts away. When his eyes crawl up my naked figure, he gives me a sheepish grin. “I’m so sorry, baby. I planned to pull out. I just…”

“It’s fine.” I place my palm over his. “I want to have your baby.”

His dick jumps as it swings between his legs. “Fuck. Let’s take a shower and get cleaned up. I’m too old to go another round right now. You’re going to wear me out.”

Under the steam of the rainfall showerhead, he rubs me down with soap, letting his fingers massage wherever he can touch. Our lips meet often between washing each other, his hair plastered across his forehead as the water waves off it in rivulets. “Are you okay? Sore?”

Shaking my head, I wrap my arms tightly around his waist as he washes my hair. “Nope. I loved every moment.”

Once we dry off, he dresses in his pajamas, and I do the same, then re-enter our bedroom. He pats the mattress next to him, and I run and jump under the sheets as he cuddles me.

“We’ll bring your stuff in here tomorrow. When do you want a wedding?”

Shrugging, I give a sleepy sigh. “I don’t care. How about New Year’s Eve?”

“Perfect. I love it. Now go to sleep or Santa won’t come and bring you any presents.” He swats my butt and places a kiss on my cheek as I nuzzle my back to his chest and fall asleep, happy to know I’ll be Mrs. Ben Stone in a few days.

When I wake up and roll onto my back, the bed feels cold. With a gasp, I sit up and look for Ben, but he’s gone. “Ben?” There’s no answer. I slip out of bed and find his bathrobe on the back of the door and toss it on, then shove slippers onto my cold feet.

“Ben?” I call out in the hall. My heart rate rises as I approach the stairs. Why would he leave on Christmas morning?

By the time I hit the bottom step, I freeze…

Then laugh.

Ben sits next to the Christmas tree, fully decked out in a Santa suit, complete with a fake white beard. His thighs are spread wide as he pats a hand on one and says, “Come sit on my lap, little girl, and tell Santa what you want for Christmas.”