Page 67 of Caged in Desire
“Merry Christmas, Daddy,” I say, biting into the flaky dough without realizing it’s cherry-filled. The filling shoots out of theother end of the pastry and ends up dripping between my breasts as I gasp. In a flash, Henry kneels before me, licking me clean. Just as he’s pulling a nipple into his mouth and reaching between my legs, Blanche’s voice rings out from downstairs.
“Darlings, it’s almost time for stockings! I have mimosas!”
Huffing a long breath out against my belly button, I giggle at Henry’s frustration. He rises slowly to his feet and kisses my forehead before handing me my towel.
“Laugh now, little girl. We’ll handle you later,” he says. “Be downstairs in ten. Wear a skirt with a thong.”
Sticky and even hornier than I was last night, I pick out my festive ugly sweater and pleated skirt set and head down into the hustle and bustle of the morning. With five minutes to spare, I make my way to Henry, who already has my plate fixed and a mimosa for me. He’s burping LJ after a feed, and seeing how huge he looks holding the baby makes me want to kneel and present myself right here, family be damned. He must see the look on my face because he bends to give me a quick, hot kiss.
“Eat,” he says, and I do. Brunch is delicious, and chatting with the family about Henry as a little boy at Christmas distracts me until it’s time for stockings and presents from Santa.
Everyone oohs and aahs over what Santa brought, and when the boys pull Blanche outside to show her the new luxury minivan they bought her, she loses it and hugs everyone.
“Oh my goodness, room forallmy grandbabies,” she cries. “I’m so happy, and there’s room for more!”
“Hell no, Mom,” Margot yells as she goes inside. “I told you I’m taking a break after this! Maybe permanently!”
Ledger nudges Sloane, who immediately slaps his arm away from her. “Absolutely not, do not nudge me! Long break. Don’t even look at me, mister!”
We all go inside out of the snow and spend the afternoon eating far too much and lazing about, mostly just enjoying eachother’s company and reminiscing about the Sinclair children’s childhoods. While Jack and Ledger perform some dramatic reenactment of a gaming console feud from years ago, Henry and I head to the kitchen to put our dishes away and refill our drinks.
I can hear the girls howling with laughter as Blanche involves herself in the drama, but before I can rejoin them, I’m pressed over the kitchen island.
“Spread your legs,” Henry growls in my ear, and the clinking of his belt has me practically dripping.
“You cannot be serious,” I hiss. “Your family is on the other side of that wall.”
And they are. If they walked in, they wouldn’t technically see anything since we’re on the other side of the island, but it would be apparent what we were doing. Asking if Henry was serious was the wrong thing to do because my feet are kicked apart, thong pulled to the side, and face pressed into the counter before I can even think.
He notches himself at my entrance, then uses the hand not pressing me into the counter to cover my mouth before thrusting into me in one long, steady push.
A scream isn’t the sound that tries to escape me so much as a long whoosh of air, the pain of the stretch magnified by the fact that he didn’t really prep me.
“I would’ve had you dripping had you not sassed me, little girl,” he says darkly into my ear, and if cozy Christmas Henry from yesterday had me forgetting who my husband is, well. He’s reminding me now.
“I’m sorry, Daddy,” I say underneath his hand. Either he hears it or feels it because his grip on me tightens, and I earn a kiss on the temple.
“I know you are, Kitten, and once I fill you up, your punishment will be over. You just have to take a little more.”
I can still hear his family in the other room as their story winds down, but Henry never falters, the pace of his thrusts increasing as we get closer to being caught. Finally, with a low, tortured groan, I feel the warmth of his cum exploding within me. I didn’t come, and I know that was part of my punishment. Still, it’s nice to be full of him even if I don’t know how I’m going to avoid leaving a stain on my skirt or the couch.
Pulling out, he rights my thong and spins me around, the look in his eyes feral as he claims my mouth in a searing kiss. His tongue is dancing with mine, and he has two hands full of my ass when a low whistle breaks our spell.
“Hot damn!” Jack says, holding LJ in one arm and grabbing a bottle from the fridge to warm with the other. “Don’t mind me. Actually, Henry, mind if I watch? Your sister isextrafreaky these days, and I can barely keep up with her, so I could use some ideas.”
The tic in Henry’s jaw tells me Jack is in mortal peril, and only the human shield of LJ is protecting him.
“Katarina, take the baby from Jack and handle his feeding, please,” Henry says. I comply, and Jack must be looking for a fight for how readily he hands LJ over.
As soon as the baby is safe in my arms, Jack makes a break for it, and Henry tears off after him outside and into the snow. By the time I’ve finished the feed, all three boys are wrestling in the snow, laughing and having what looks to be a grand time.
Sloane asks if I want her to take the baby, but I tell her I’m okay for now and end up sitting back on the loveseat. Before long, Blanche comes to sit next to me, not offering to take the baby, just giving me a smile.
“How are you doing, really, dear? I’m glad to have the two of you here for as long as you need, but I know how it is to prefer your own home. Henry has been beside himself that there’sno more information about what happened,” she says, kindly patting my leg.
“I’ve been holding up,” I reply truthfully. “All the holiday cheer over the past couple of days has been such a nice distraction, and it’s been nice to spend more time with all of you. I was honestly nervous, more so than at Thanksgiving since we’re all staying under one roof. But everyone has been so welcoming.”
Blanche gives me a soft, contemplative look when she replies.
