Page 16 of A Very Naughty Christmas

Mutely, she shook her head. Almost right away a long, golden fry was being directedat her lips. She reached out to take it, but the French fry was then pulled out of reach. Oh, he was being so frustrating!

“I thought we had a deal. Fry for information, remember?”

Sara’s brow furrowed. She wanted to tell him in no uncertain terms that, in fact, she’d never actuallyagreedto such a deal, but something made her hold her tongue. Because the truth was… as infuriating as he was being just now, it was also kind of… well, a little bit sexy. Not that she’d be telling him that!

“Come on… I know you want it,” he said in a low, cajoling voice.

“Maybe I’m not that hungry after all.” She tried to push herself off his lap, but an arm wrapped around her, holding her in place. In truth, she could have forced her way off, if she’d really wanted to, but being held like this made her feel safe and secure and if she was being honest—at least with herself—she had to admit that she wanted nothing more than to curl up on his lap and be fed. But grown women didn’t feel that way… did they? And what would Alex think of her when she admitted that she did? Sure, she could admit to herself that she liked the idea of having a daddy to take care of her. She could even admit that she wanted it to be Alex… as long as she didn’t have to say it to his face.

“Okay, tell you what. New deal. If you open up, you can have this fry and I’ll do the talking.”

Sara thought it over for a moment then slowly opened her mouth. Instantly the fry returned and she began to nibble on one end as he held the other.

“Here’s what I think—and all you have to do to tell me if I’ve got it right is to nod, or shake your head if I’ve got it wrong, okay?”

Chewing thoughtfully, Sara nodded her agreement.

“Great. So, I’ve been doing some thinking, and what I think happened is that maybe you got a little carried away during your spanking—it was your first, after all—and maybe you said something you didn’t mean, and it embarrassed you.”

Sara wanted so badly to nod yes, but her inner good girl wouldn’t let her do it. Instead, she continued to munch on her French fry.

“Or… or maybe you did mean it, but you didn’t mean for me to know?”

Her eyes still glued to the floor, Sara gave a small, tentative nod.

“Maybe you like the idea of being someone’s little girl—maybe even mine?”

She couldn’t answer. She was frozen with humiliation and indecision. She didn’t dare look at his face, so even though his voice didn’t sound as though he thought she was strange, which she surely was, she couldn’t be sure. If she just didn’t answer, he’d never know. But if she put herself out there and admitted her secret wish—that until a few days ago she hadn’t even understood herself—there was a good chance he’d be repulsed. Or, at the very least, amused at her expense. And if she saw him so much as smirk at her, she wouldn’t be able totake it. She’d have to flee and let the realtor do what she wanted to with her parents’ beloved possessions.

“Sara? Am I close?”

“I want another fry,” she nearly whispered. She’d expected him to demand an answer first, but instead another one was held out for her and she began to eat it, not even tasting the delicious grease and salt because her mind was so preoccupied at the moment.

“I’m sorry. It was rude of me to come here and put you on the spot like this. I don’t know what I was thinking.”

He sounded truly contrite and Sara allowed herself to relax the slightest bit.

“It’s just… it’s been a long time since I’ve dated a woman and I guess I’ve forgotten the rules. Hell, maybe I never really knew the rules,” he chuckled.

What? What was he talking about? He couldn’t seriously mean…

“And, I don’t know. I’ve spanked women before, but with you, it was different.”

Women. Did this mean that he counted her among them? Could she have been wrong all this time, thinking that he thought of her as a kid when really, he saw her as an adult? Which she knew shouldn’t matter to her in the slightest, given that she also wanted him to be her daddy, but for some reason, it mattered.

“And then when you said… well, when you called me ‘Daddy’ I thought maybe you were a little.”

Her mouth dropped open and it had nothing to do with the French fry that waited in front of her. Heknewabout littles? No way!

“But I guess I was just hoping too hard. It gets that way sometimes, especially when you’re my age. You want something so badly you start seeing it where it isn’t there. So, I’m sorry about that. Really. And you don’t have to avoid me, Sara. I don’t think of you any differently, I promise.”

“How do you know about littles?” she demanded, looking up at him at last, just to be sure that he wasn’t playing a cruel joke on her. Of course, she didn’t know how he could have known that this would be the joke to play. It’s not like she hadAnxiously Awaiting a Daddytattooed on her arm, or anything.

“Ah, well… the same way you obviously do, I guess. I might be older than you, but Ihaveheard of the internet, you know. I even know how to use it.”

He was giving her a smile that looked almost as hopeful as it was playful. “Why would you look up stuff about littles?” she asked, trying to fight down the hope she felt rising in her as well.

“I don’t just look at stuff about littles, but about being a daddy, the whole aspect of DDLG.”

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