Page 31 of Sadie's Little Christmas

She heard the zip of his pants unfastening a half-second before the nightstand drawer rattled, and a dollop of lube drizzled onto her anus. He reached between her legs and took the clit clamp off her so suddenly, she didn’t have time even to beg him not to.

She learned her lesson about clamps. The worst part wasn’t while wearing them. It was the agony that followed once they’d been taken off.

She shouted, the hurt intensifying as the blood rushed into her burning, throbbing clit.

He straddled the back of her thighs, quelling her mindless writhing as she wallowed in the blinding pain. She almost missed entirely the broad nudge of his cock slipping down into the crack of her ass until it found the lube.

“Deep breath, darlin’,” he cooed into her ear, then gently nipped the lobe with his teeth.

Her aching clit sparked agonizing pleasure.

“You want me to punish your bottom? Fine. Grab onto the blankets and bite down. You’ve come enough for one night, anyway. Now it’s Daddy’s turn. Relax now, just relax. I’m glad I used the ginger root on you in the dressing room. That will help.”

She shivered, her whole-body aching and alive.

“Ready to take it for Daddy?”

She moaned, fluttering spasms shivering through her sex to her womb. She was weird. She was so wrong to want this.

“Make me take it.”

He combed his fingers through her hair, closing his hand into a fist, and pinning her to the mattress by her hair.

“I’m so very proud of you, Sadie. Thank you for allowing me this pleasure.”

“Let me fly, Daddy,” she whispered back.

“Bite the blankets and hold on tight.”

From that first slow thrust to the hard pounding last, he took her to the most heavenly hell.

Derek would be first to admit he was acting a little foolish, but he couldn’t seem to stop himself. He must have texted Nanny J four times before it was even noon. Was Sadie settling into her role yet? Were there any problems? What was her mood? Was she behaving okay?

Better than you, came Nanny J’s eventual and exasperated reply.

He couldn’t blame her. He was hovering, via text and from a distance, but hovering all the same.

He wished he had a monitoring system set up in his office, so he could peek in on her when the curiosity got to be too much. Was she playing with blocks, coloring with crayons, still standing awkwardly in the doorway where he’d left her that morning? Was it possible he was projecting onto her his own deep sexual preferences and desires? Maybe she wasn’t a Little. Maybe she was just an eighteen-year-old pain slut masochist who’d come from a hard life, who hugged her stuffie in order to self-comfort, and who had no trouble crying out to Daddy when she was flying so high in her own arousal, she wasn’t even thinking anymore, just responding.

Daddy, please take them off… Daddy, please hurt my bottom… Daddy, make me bite the pillow and teach me to be good… Daddy, please, please, please…

God, she’d been so hot last night. He really, really hadn’t wanted to have sex with her, but seeing her, listening to her spin her fantasy out loud, whimpering and pleading out of her need for him, he just couldn’t help himself.

Good intentions be damned, he already knew tonight he was going to take her again. Tonight, she would be whimpering, mewling, and coming with Daddy’s mouth and cock plundering her sweet body.

Maybe he should just call it a day and meet her at the nursery for lunch? The plan had been to spend the day apart, get some work done, and give her the space she’d surely need, not just to explore her Little side, but to process without him looming over her and possibly muddying her thoughts in directions, she might really not want to go. So much for his getting work done. He could barely think of anything except her.

He pulled out his cell to check again if he might have an update from Nanny J, but it was the phone on his desk that beeped twice just before the speaker engaged.

“Mr. Hawkins,” interrupted Erika from the reception area. She sounded nervous, which immediately got Derek’s attention. “There’s a detective Dan Forrester here to see you. It’s, um…” her voice lowered to a whisper, “it’s about Sadie.”

Derek put his phone away, more than a little surprised.

“Send him in.”

A detective? Really? He’d been under the impression the investigation over Sadie’s assault was over. They had the guy who’d hurt her in custody. Had caught him, in fact, in the act of dumping evidence. Why would a detective be tracking her all the way out here now?

When his office door swung open, Derek came out from behind his desk to greet the middle-aged man. About his own age, the detective was a little shorter, although Derek was used to that. He wasn’t as broad in the shoulders either, but Derek was used to that as well, and if the man had a little more paunch around his middle… well, that pretty much came with being a city boy.

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