Page 26 of A Very Naughty Christmas

“I don’t know when I’ve had a better invitation,” she replied, allowing him to help her stand to her feet. When they got into the bathroom, she stood, her arms wrapped around her chest as she waited for Daddy to get it to a temp he liked. Then he stepped inside and with the warm water streaming down his chest, he offered her a hand and helped her in.

“Put your back to the water,” he told her.

She obeyed and as soon as she did she felt his hands in her hair, massaging her scalp as he made sure her hair was doused by the spray. Once it was all wet, he reached for the shampoo.

“I guess you’ll be wanting to get something girly smelling over here, but Head & Shoulders will have to do for now.”

The idea of having her own shampoo at his place—the fact that he’d even mentioned it—made her feel all warm and tingly inside. Of course, it could have just been the water, but somehow, she doubted it.

And then he was soaping up her hair, humming to himself while he worked. It was a simple act, sure, but one that left her feeling adored. Once he’d done it to his satisfaction, Daddy Alex ordered her to tilt her head back and he gently moved her head this way and that until he pronounced it free of soap.

Then he picked up the washcloth that hung over the towel rack in the back of the shower, scrubbed it with soap, and was then washing her all over, from her neck down to her toes. She’d never felt so squeaky clean in all her life, or so precious.

“Time to get out. I’ll get you a nice, warm towel and—”

Sara argued with him for the third time that day when she dropped down to her knees. Without a word, she took him in her mouth, determined to finish what she’d started earlier.

“Bad girl,” he scolded, but she kept right on sucking him, because she could tell he didn’t mean it. Besides which, she didn’t want to stop.

Chapter Six

“Deck the halls with boughs of holly! Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la!” Sara sang as she iced the sugar cookie.

“That cookie looks like it’s had enough, baby-girl,” Daddy told her.

She simply smiled at him and tapped his nose with the spreader she was holding, leaving a little trickle of neon green frosting behind.

“Sara!” He had on his pretend mad face now, the one that made her laugh. And she did just that as he gave exaggerated huffs of annoyance and stamped his feet dramatically. But when he reached for her, she dodged him and the chase was on.

She’d only just made it out of the kitchen—the knife had been let go of and had long since clattered to the floor—and was sprinting into the living room for a better place to hide when he caught her around the waist. She was breathless with giddy laughter by the time he carried her to the kitchen table and pulled out a chair.

“Young lady,” he began, his voice mock stern. “That wasnotappropriate. I told you that was enough icing, and when I tell you something, youwillobey me. Am I understood?”

“But I didn’t put any more on the cookie,” she pointed out, giggling.

“Very well, but you don’t put it onme, either!”

“I thought you liked it when I taste you,” she replied demurely.

“That’s it, I can see you’re not taking this seriously. What you need is a reminder of who’s in charge here.”

She craned her neck to look at him and batted her eyelashes. “So go on then. Remind me.”

Without another word Alex’s hand came crashing down on her bottom, but while it did have some oomph, there wasn’t much sting behind it. His hand bounced from cheek to cheek while she squealed and giggled and writhed over his lap. When her skin began to heat up, he let her off his lap.

“I hope you’ve learned your lesson, young lady.”

“Oh, I have.” She batted her eyelashes again and gave him her best come-hither look.

“Well, then, prove it. I want those pajamas off and you lying on the couch,now.”

“Yes, Sir,” she replied, happy to obey such an order. He was hot on her heels, spinning her around to unbutton her shirt as she shucked the pants. Though she’d slept over the night before, she’d wanted her own pajamas. Now she wondered at the wisdom of it. After all, if she’d been in one of Alex’s T-shirts, he would already be inside her by now.

“God, I want you,” he growled in her ear, making a delicious shiver run through her body. She didn’t think she’d ever tire of hearing it.

As soon as she was standing in front of him, naked, he pushed her with gentle hands onto the couch. She fell back with a giggle and then he was upon her, kissing her with a hunger that met her own. She wasn’t nearly so shy since the first time—she’d learned from her incident in the shower that good girls were indeed very hands-on when it came to pleasing Daddy. She answered his kisses and allowed her hands to roam over his hard chest and nipples, down to his abs, savoring the feel of him.

“You were very naughty,” he whispered when he came up for air. “I think I will have to teach you a lesson.”

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