“Have you ever been someone’s Little girl?” he asked quietly.
Immediately, she refocused on him. Shaking her head, Erika whispered, “No. I didn’t know that really existed outside of books.” She hesitated for just a few seconds before daring to ask, “Have you been someone’s Daddy?”
“Yes. I have cared for two Little girls in the past. I was not the Daddy that either needed, and they continued their search until each found their perfect match. I’ve never felt the connection I feel to you. This is different.”
“I’ve never felt anything like this. I dreamed about you all night long,” she confessed. “It’s like something clicks with you.”
Patrick extended a hand on the table and held hers tightly when she responded. The interruption of the wine steward kept him from talking for several minutes. At his departure, Patrick saluted her with wine and suggested, “Enjoy your special evening tonight. If I can convince you to be my Little, only on very rare conditions will I allow you to drink alcohol.”
“I’m only going to have a few sips. I don’t drink often, and it makes me tipsy very quickly.”
“Then, a few sips are wise. I will not take you home tonight to show you my nursery. I want you to be clearheaded when you decide. I will warn you I am a very strict Daddy. Naughty girls earn spankings or other consequences, while good girls receive rewards.”
“Spankings? I don’t think I’d like that,” she protested.
“That’s why it’s a consequence.”
Erika shivered as a zing of desire shot down her spine. Her desire to be a Little girl had ignited with that first age play book she’d read. “Am I naughty just because I want to be Little?” she dared to ask.
“Some women are just wired to be Little girls. It’s who you are. There’s nothing to be ashamed of, unless you don’t admit your truth. That would be naughty,” Patrick advised.
Their intimate conversation ended as the waiter brought their first course. Erika wanted to know more about being Little. She’d never had anyone to talk to about it. Unfortunately, the interruption steered their conversation to more usual first-date topics as Patrick asked questions to get to know her.
Their conversation covered everything from her childhood to those books she’d read about age play Daddies. When Patrick volunteered that he had been tested and found free of any communicable diseases, Erika had immediately felt her face heat. She’d stammered her similar results from her yearly woman’s exam at the beginning of the year.
“You haven’t been with anyone since?” he probed. When she’d shaken her head and looked down, Patrick had covered her hand with his in reassurance. “I’m proud of you for being choosy, Little girl. I also do not enter relationships lightly. Sex should mean everything.”
Erika had immediately agreed. With each moment she spent with Patrick, she felt closer to him. He was kind and caring to everyone in his job as Santa. With her, he was more than that. Patrick nurtured and took care of her. He made everything better.
Licking the last of the chocolate mousse from her spoon, Erika didn’t want this evening to end. He’d been so nice to her, even allowing her to eat his chocolate mousse as well when she devoured hers too quickly. She liked the feeling of being taken care of more than she wanted to admit. When they finally walked away from the table, she daringly took his hand. Her heart jumped a bit in her chest at his responding squeeze and smile.
“Did you leave your car in the parking lot?” he asked as the valet brought his car around.
“I take the bus,” Erika confessed. “I don’t like to drive very much in the traffic. People are mean.”
“I’ll take you home.”
After giving directions, Erika sat quietly in the passenger seat until tomorrow crept into her mind. “Oh, no! I have to go get my elf costume for tomorrow.”
“My assistant returned to the office after we left and took both of our outfits to be speed cleaned. You can change tomorrow before your shift starts,” he reassured her.
“I forgot my lunchbox, too.”
“That, you might need. Thank goodness, I have the keys.” Patrick made a quick turn and headed back toward the mall. Once there, he took her hand and led her to a small entrance away from the main doors.
Looking away as he punched in a code, Erika thanked him again. When he just smiled and gently tugged her after him, she followed him into the empty mall. The large space was eerily quiet, and their footsteps echoed as they approached Santa’s Playground. She found her lunchbox quickly and rejoined him by the large chair.
“Come sit on Santa’s lap,” Patrick encouraged as he shrugged out of his well-tailored jacket and walked up the steps to take a seat.
“Oh, I can’t!” she protested, feeling self-conscious.
“Little girl,” Patrick said with a stern tone ringing from those two words.
When he held out a hand, her reservations vanished. Erika ran up the steps to stand in front of him. Somehow, Patrick smoothly maneuvered her into sitting on his lap. His arm wrapped around her to hold Erika tight to his body. Giving her a gentle squeeze, Patrick switched into Santa mode. “Ho, ho, ho! What would you like this year for Christmas, Little girl?”
Just being in that chair and in his arms unlocked something inside Erika. Taking a deep breath, she chose to be brave. She relaxed against him and talked to Santa. “I’ve been a very good girl this year, Santa. You don’t need to bring me anything, but if there’s room on your sleigh, I’d like to have . . . a Daddy.”
“What kind of Daddy would you like to have?”
“One who loves me and wants the best for me. One who is stern but takes good care of me. I think that would be spectacular.”
“That sounds like it would be a present for two people,” Santa Patrick suggested with a smile.
Erika decided that she liked Santa even better when he looked like the handsome man she was getting to know better. Patrick’s dark whiskers and black hair were much more attractive than Santa’s. She especially liked his ready smile.
Without thinking, Erika reached up to trace his lips. His white teeth nipped at her fingertips, and she looked up to meet his gaze in surprise. His eyes had darkened to a shade of midnight blue. She could easily read passion there. Swaying toward him, Erika felt his large hand cup the back of her head to pull her lips to his. His mouth devoured hers as she clung to his wide shoulders for stability.
She could taste a hint of the bitter chocolate from the dessert he’d only taken a taste of before insisting that she finish it. His heat radiated toward her as she plastered her body against his. Erika needed to be close. He was rock solid and supportive. She felt safer than she ever had before and oh so turned on.
Feeling his fingers at the nape of her neck, Erika shivered as he pulled the zipper down the back of her dress. She wrapped her arms around his neck to hold on as his hands stroked down the length of her bare spine. The dress had not allowed her to wear anything under it except her panties. When his touch glided over the soft swell of the side of her breasts, Erika gasped at the sensation.
He lifted his head to meet her gaze. “Little girl, I don’t want to rush you. You’re not ready to make the decision to join your body with mine. Once I make you mine, there will be no going back. I need to touch you. Will you allow me to pleasure you?”
Unable to do anything but nod, Erika squeaked as Patrick rose to his feet to switch their positions. She clung to him as he turned around to face the chair. His powerful hands swept the beautiful dress up over her hips before gently placing her in the large chair. Dwarfed by the size of the gigantic back, Erika felt Little. Her hands clung to the widely spread arms as he settled between her legs.
“Patrick?” she whispered.
“Daddy,” Patrick interrupted her budding question as he pushed her knees apart. “Call me Daddy, Little girl.”
“Daddy,” she obediently repeated.
“Drop your dress from your shoulders,” he directed.
Erika looke
d around wildly at the immense open space. “Aren’t there any security guards or cameras?”
“No guards on duty tonight. The cameras play in my office only. Will you trust me to get rid of the footage tomorrow morning?”
“You’ll erase it?” she double-checked.
“Yes.”
Studying his face, Erika decided. She shrugged one shoulder out of her dress. Immediately, Patrick leaned in to press a kiss against her skin. Holding her breath, she released her hold on the other side. The fabric tumbled to land bunched around her waist.
“So, beautiful,” he complimented as his eyes roamed over her body. Patrick lifted a hand to cup one breast. His thumb brushed lightly over the taut peak. “Such an extraordinary prize to have found.”
Her mind boggled at his words. She’d never been anyone’s bounty. Erika arched her back toward him, presenting her breasts to him. To her delight, he leaned in to swirl the tip of his tongue around the opposite nipple before pulling it firmly into his mouth. The slightly painful suck sent a shiver down her spine before he soothed the peak once again with a caress.
Rolling her head back against the soft surface of the chair, Erika lifted her chin as her eyelids drifted closed. She wanted to concentrate on the feel of his caresses, blocking out the view of Christmas decorations and dangling snowflakes. His hand drifted over the skin of one exposed thigh. He cupped her bottom and pulled her hips to the edge of the seat.
Patrick wrapped his other arm around her waist and lifted her slightly to tug her panties down. His mouth continued to taste her breasts as he drew the unneeded garment down to her ankles and over one evening slipper. He left it dangling there as his hand rose to trace the inner surface of one leg up to the top of her thigh. Cupping her warm center, Patrick squeezed it lightly.
She knew he could feel the wetness that had gathered there in her most private spot. His fingers stroked along her exposed lips as his body held her spread apart for his pleasure. Erika collapsed back to lean against the back of the chair as his mouth lifted from one glistening nipple to kiss a burning line down the center of her body. Jumping over the bunched fabric around her waist, Patrick paused to inhale audibly.
Even she could smell her scent—hot and sultry. There is no way that Erika could protest. Her body wanted him almost as much as her mind craved his possession. She wanted him to find pleasure in her form. Peeking between her eyelids, Erika studied his expression. She watched him deliberately lift one hand from her thigh to grasp the thick erection that tented his dress slacks. Her mind thrilled at his physical reaction to her exposed body as she struggled to process what the fine wool revealed.
When Patrick settled down to sit on his heels, Erika held her breath. His head lowered until she could feel the heat of his breath against her sensitive inner thighs. Unconsciously, she spread her legs in anticipation of his new target. He did not make her wait.
Gliding his tongue through her exposed pink folds, Patrick tasted her juices and murmured his approval. “Delicious.” He spread her body further and paused to look at her wordlessly. Erika could have been highly embarrassed. She would have been with anyone else. But with Patrick, she wanted his scrutiny. His approval and appreciation suddenly meant everything. Patrick tasted her once again. This time the tip of his tongue traced her entrance.
“Please . . . Daddy. Please!” Erika begged. Her mind boggled as he caressed her so intimately. None of her limited number of lovers even came close to the response that he drew from her instantly. Her juices gushed from her body to coat his lips and chin. She watched in fascination as he moved one hand to join his skillful tongue and lips.
Tracing a path around her vaginal opening, Patrick glided two fingers inside her body. He hooked his fingers slightly inside her to drag against the walls of her tight channel. The handsome man she had claimed inside her mind sought pleasurable spots. He seemed to heed her changes in breath or small sounds of arousal as he explored her body.
It did not take long. Her body had been on overdrive for hours as they spent time together. The skill of his mouth and touch led her into a rush of pleasure, her climax shaking her body as she pressed her pelvis against his mouth.
Erika didn’t want it to end. She drew her breath in sharply as his mouth rose from her body. Her hands clenched around his broad shoulders where she had automatically shifted them to hold herself steady and pressed against his lips.
“Good Little girl,” he complimented her. With an easy show of strength, Patrick rose to his feet and lifted her from the velvet chair. Cradling her flush to his body, he once again rotated their bodies so she sat on his lap.
Feeling guilty that she had not brought him the pleasure that he had lavished on her, Erika brushed her fingers along his rigid length. His desire thrust into her hand, revealing itself unapologetically. She jumped as his hand lifted her caressing digits from his body.
“Please . . .” she began.
“A Little girl needs to ask for permission before touching her Daddy, Erika,” he sharply reprimanded her before pulling her tightly against his heart. “There will be a time for you to pleasure me, but this time was just for you.”
She nodded against his chest as she relaxed against him. Erika had always tried to be the most giving of lovers in her previous relationships. That had taken little effort as the men had been eager to receive pleasure but slow to return it. No one had ever focused completely on her climax. His care was complete.
When her pulse had settled, Patrick leaned forward to whisk off the panties dangling from one ankle. To her horror and secret delight, he lifted them to his nose and sniffed deeply. “So delicious.” She watched him place the wisp of cotton and lace into his breast pocket. Before she could protest, he stood and hurriedly lowered her feet to the ground. His hands helped smooth her dress back into place with intimate touches that reassured her.
Taking her hand, Patrick stopped to pick up her pink lunchbox as he led her back through the abandoned mall. Erika looked back over her shoulder at Santa’s large chair. She would never look at that chair in the same way. She rolled the new name he wanted her to call him around in her mind: Daddy. Hoping she would be brave enough to be his Little girl, Erika clung to his hand as he tucked her back into the luxurious vehicle parked outside the private entrance of the mall.
Chapter Five
The next morning, Erika arrived early in a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt. The beautiful gown she had worn last night draped over her arm. She stood self-consciously at the private elevator, wondering what she should do and how she should get her costume. When her phone buzzed in her back pocket, she knew she jumped at least two feet into the air. Snatching it from behind her, she looked at the unknown number before answering it with a tentative, “This is Erika.”
“Good morning, my little elf. The elevator is on its way down. Step in when it opens, and it will bring you up to me,” Patrick’s deep voice instructed.
“Good morning?” she responded tentatively as the elevator dinged to announce the doors opening. She stepped inside as she listened to him chuckle.
“Did you forget that I put your number in my phone last night?”
Thankfully, the elevator doors closed to hide what she was sure was a bright red blush. She fanned air toward her heated face with her free hand. Erika had completely forgotten. He’d asked her when they’d stopped at a red light. Wrapped up in her whirling thoughts of pleasure, Erika had answered automatically without paying attention. She didn’t remember most of the trip home other than the passionate kiss he’d given her at her door before he sent her in to go to sleep.
“I guess?” She tried to answer him honestly. “I think my mind was a little blown last night,” she confessed.
“I think mine was, too.”
Her heart skipped a beat at his admission. She stopped to think about any effect that she’d had on him. A slow smile spread her lips wide as the door opened. He stood in front of her, looking just as pleased as she felt in his Santa costume
minus the beard and hat. Without thinking about it, Erika stepped out of the elevator and into his arms. Her head fit perfectly in the hollow of his neck. As his arms wrapped around her, Erika felt more cherished than ever before.
“I missed you last night,” he told her softly before giving her a tight squeeze. When she nodded against his chest, Patrick rewarded her with a kiss against her hair.
Looking up at him, Erika pursed her lips to invite him to kiss her. She expected a light kiss. What she got made her toes curl as a heated craving built low in her belly. How she wanted this man!
A feminine throat clearing made her leap away from his warmth. Turning around, Erika knew she looked guilty. “Hi! I’m sorry. I just came up to get my elf costume.”
“How did the dress fit?” the fortyish woman asked, before introducing herself, “I’m Beth, Mr. Siegel’s administrative assistant.
The weight of the gown still draped over her arm reminded her of its presence. Fumbling with it, Erika held it out to Patrick. “I brought the dress back. Thank you for letting me wear it.” She noted that his expression had turned more serious.
Trying to cover her obvious mistake, she turned to the woman down the hallway. “I think I have you to thank for picking it out for me. You have beautiful taste. This was the most gorgeous dress I’ve ever seen.” Once again, she held it out.
“I’m glad you liked it. I had a blast picking out something special for you. Let me take that for you, and I’ll hang it up with the other black outfit. You can take them both home tonight,” the woman instructed as she bustled forward to take the beautiful creation from Erika and head back into the office.
“Oh!” Erika started to correct the pleasant woman.
“The dresses are a gift. It’s not polite to return something that’s given to you,” Patrick gently chided her. “They are yours. Even if you’ve decided that you don’t want to see me again.”
“Oh, no!” Erika darted forward to wrap her arms back around Patrick. The thought of not having this magical man in her life was incomprehensible. “I thought you wanted to be my Daddy?” she whispered against his broad chest, too scared to meet his gaze.
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