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Per his insistence, I left the door open and climbed into the shower, enjoying the way the hot water felt against my body. The sugar cookie scented soaps felt amazing, and I loved how potent the smell was. It made the entire bathroom smell like freshly baked cookies. Once I was done, I pulled back the shower curtain and looked back into the apartment.

"I'm ready," I called out, and Connor smiled as he started towards the bathroom.

"I hope you got it all rinsed out," he told me as he entered the bathroom. "We don't want your hair getting damaged because of the soap." Nodding in agreement, I turned around and looked upwards, making sure to keep my face up so that he could help me with my hair without risking getting soap in my eyes.

It was comforting to feel his hand brush through my hair, helping expose every inch of it to the hot water as he rinsed my hair. It reminded me of how it felt when Father helped me rinse my hair when I was a child. This went on for several minutes, and, by the time he was done rinsing my hair, he turned me around, and I blushed a little as I realized he was looking me up and down.

"Perfect," he said as he turned off the water. Taking out a fresh towel from the shelf, he held it up. "Come on out. We don't want you getting sick." Seeing the look of genuine concern on his face, I nodded in agreement and did as he said.

He helped me dry off and get dressed, and I loved how the fuzzy footie warmed me up immediately. As soon as I was dried off and dressed, he took the tiny hairbrush from the gift bag and started to brush my hair, carefully detangling my hair and working through the wet knots. Finishing off my look, he braided my hair down the side in two braids, making me look like a giant child.

Fully bathed and dressed, he cleaned up the bathroom while I went to sit down on the couch to wait for him. Meanwhile, the TV was playing some old Christmas special I didn't recognize, and I sat there with the new stuffed animal, a fuzzy, soft looking puppy that looked like it was either a pug or a bulldog. When he finally returned to the living room, he smiled down at me.

"You look perfect," he breathed as he sat down beside me on the couch. "You want to go to the room and watch the movie? Or do you want to stay here?" I started to respond, but I quickly stopped and shook my head.

"I don't know," I told him, giving him a smile. "It's up to you, Daddy." He scoffed as he offered me his hand.

"How about we go to the bedroom then?" he offered. "That way you can get more comfortable." Nodding in agreement, I followed him into the bedroom.

Out of the entire apartment, the bedroom was the plainest room, the only form of Christmas spirit being the cartoon Connor transferred to the TV in the bedroom. As we laid on the bed together, I began to feel extremely nervous and wondered if I was in over my head. Connor didn't seem to notice as he kissed the soft skin of my neck while he held me against his warm body.

"Is this your first time?" he asked as he pulled away from me. Trying not to show any fear, I nodded in response, and he thought for a moment. "Don't worry. I'll take it easy on you. Just let me know if I hurt you." Slowly unzipping the footie pajamas, he exposed my body.

The cold air of the room made gooseflesh appear on my skin instantly, and I whimpered a little as he ran his hand up and down my body, teasing me with his warmth as he pushed away the fabric to further expose my body. Once they were on the floor, I realized just how warm the pajamas had been as I started to shiver from anticipation and the cold. Seeing the way he looked at me made my stomach twist and churn, making me want him all the more as the wetness grew between my legs.

"Damn, you're soaked," he commented as he pulled his hand away from the panties I had been wearing. "Is that because of me, Little One?" I smiled and nodded in response.

"Yes, Daddy," I told him, arching my body so that he could reach every inch of my bare body. "I can't help it. I really want you." He chuckled as he kissed my forehead.

"Not yet, Little One," he told me, his warm hands covering my body. "Save that for another day. I want you to feel comfortable and safe around me first." Before I could ask what he meant, he made his way down my body, heading straight for the underregion between my legs.

Pulling down my panties, I watched as his hands slowly and gently spread my legs apart, exposing my tiny, vulnerable body to him. I was going to ask him what he was doing, but, before I had a chance, he dipped his head between my legs and teased my clit with his tongue, sending a jolt of shock and pleasure coursing through my veins. A very loud, sudden moan escaped my lips, catching us both by surprise, and he yanked his head up to look at me.

"Are you okay?" he asked, a look of concern on his face as he spoke. "I didn't hurt you, did I?" Immediately, I shook my head.

"No, of course not," I told him. "That just… Surprised me." Realizing what I meant, his smile returned.

"If you thought that felt good, just wait until I really get in there," he replied, his voice low and mischievous. "I like to make sure the job gets done." Lowering his head back between my legs, he immediately got back to work, and I clasped my hands over my mouth, attempting to muffle the sounds I made as he worked.

His tongue poked and prodded at the opening of my sex, teasing the clit and delving into me as I cried out against him. All the while, my muffled moans echoed throughout the entire room, drowning out the TV as he worked while my body twisted and turned, blissfully tormented thanks to his actions. While the tension built up in my stomach, and I knew that the only way my body wod allow me sweet release was if he took me.

"Daddy, please," I begged, unable to bear the way my body felt. "Please, I need you." As he lifted his head once again, he shook his head.

"Not yet, Little One," he groaned, his voice husky thanks to his arousal. "I'm waiting until the time is right."

CHAPTER TEN

Connor

"Daddy, wake up!" Kara cried out at the crack of dawn. "It's Christmas morning." I groaned loudly as I cracked an eyelid open to look at her.

Kara had stayed over the last night and the night before per my insistence, and the two of us had ended up staying up pretty late both nights thanks to my need for pleasure. While I hadn't fully claimed her yet, I promised her that, when we were ready, I would claim her as my own. For now, I just wanted to get through the holiday as peacefully as possible.

"Come on, Daddy!" she exclaimed as she tugged at my arm, trying to yank me out of bed. "We have to see if Santa came or not!" Groaning once more, I raised my head wearily off the pillow.

"What time is it?" I asked, and she paused as she looked over at the clock on the nightstand.

"It's six in the morning," she admitted, sounding hesitant as she replied. Nodding, I lowered my head once again.