Page 23 of A Very Naughty Christmas

“Sara…”

“Oh, all right,” she sighed. Then, after a moment, her expression brightened slightly.“Will you tuck me in?”

“Of course I will.”

“Can I sleep with my bear you got me?”

“I think we left it in the car.”

“Please, Daddy…”

“You are becoming quite spoiled, you know that?” he teased, lifting a hand to ruffle her hair.

“That’s okay—I know you won’t ever let me get out of line.”

He chuckled to himself. She was right about that.

* * *

When Sara awoke, she felt like she was sleeping in a fluffy cloud. She was surrounded by soft down pillows, a cozy afghan, and her brand new teddy bear. She sighed luxuriously. Surely this was what heaven felt like. Then she shifted, ever so slightly, and her bottom screamed at her. Okay—so maybe notquiteheaven, but close. She heard a cough and turned her head. Then she smiled to see that Daddy was sitting in the armchair in the corner. It touched her that he’d sat with her while she’d slept.

“Hello,” she said, suddenly little-girlish and shy.

Daddy Alex looked up and smiled at her. “Sleeping Beauty awakes.”

“Did you know that was my favorite movie, or did you just get lucky?” she asked.

“Is it? Well, we’ll have to watch it sometime.” Daddy set down the book he’d been reading and walked toward her, sitting in the space on the bed that wasn’t occupied. “Are you ready to get out of bed?”

“If I owned this bed, I don’t see how I’d ever get out of it,” she told him. “I don’t know how you manage to make it to work at all.”

“Let’s just say it’s what I focus on to keep me going on the long days,” he chuckled.

“Oh, and here I’d hoped that that would be me.” She batted her eyelashes.

“You are a tempting little thing, there’s no denying that.”

Sara thought he meant to pat her leg, but being unaware of his intention, she turned toward him and his hand ended up brushing against her pussy instead. A shot of electricity pulsed through her body at the contact, however brief, however unintentional, and she gasped aloud.

“Are you all right? Did I hurt you?”

She wondered if it was possible that he hadn’t known what he’d done. “No, just… can you do it again?”

Daddy arched a brow at her. “You were just soundly spanked not even three hoursago,” he reminded her.

“Yes, Sir, and I learned my lesson. Scout’s honor.”

Daddy chuckled softly. “That may be, little one, but my point is that naughty girls don’t get rewarded. Remember?”

She pouted prettily. “What if I promise not to enjoy it too much?”

He shifted and ran a finger tenderly along the curve of her face. “I’m afraid that might not be a promise you could keep.”

She mewled at the pleasure his touch wrought, silently admitting that he was probably right. “Please, Daddy.”

“All right,” he agreed. “But there’s something I want to tell you first.” Pulling back the afghan, he lifted the shirt he’d let her borrow to sleep in, baring both her tummy and her breasts. Sara blushed and automatically lifted her arms to shield them, but Daddy shook his head at her. Then, with a pair of fingers he reached for her right nipple and rolled it gently between his fingers until she was writhing in desire. “I want you to remember that just like the hands that can be either soft, or hard,” here he pinched her nipple, making her cry out, “I can use my cock to either pleasure or punish as I see fit.”

She wasn’t sure what left her more out of breath—the silkily delivered promise or the way he was making her wet!

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