Page 8 of Santa Daddy’s Accidental Little Helper

CHAPTER EIGHT

Henry

As soon as Elaine was finished eating her dinner, I paid the tab and walked her back out to the car, eager to get her home so that I could show her what it was like to be with me. Showing her rather than telling her right away was actually a much better way of discussing Daddies and Littles rather than having a conversation about it. By taking her home and showing her what would be expected of her as my Little, she would get to see first hand what it meant to be a Little, and I planned on making her want to stay. It was all a matter of showing her what true pleasure and lust was like with the person she loved.

The ride home was difficult enough, and, after seeing the way she was sitting in the front seat, I just couldn’t get there soon enough. She had grown hyper and more aware of my presence in the front seat than I had anticipated, and she kept reaching over to put her hand on my knee, making the arousal in my pants grow and make me stand erect despite the way I was positioned in the seat. If I wasn’t relieved soon, I would never make it home. Instead, I would be driven absolutely crazy by it all.

When we finally arrived at my house, a beautiful Greek revival in the suburbs near the college, I couldn’t wait to hold her tiny body in my arms while she was trapped in my strong grasp. As soon as I turned off the vehicle, she was already unbuckled and racing for the door, and I laughed as I hurried to catch up to her, hurrying up the sidewalk so I could unlock the door and let us both in. She was already shivering, and the snow was falling more and more.

Inside the house, it was dark and ominous, but neither of us seemed to notice. Instead, we hurried up the stairs and down the hall, heading straight for the bedroom. Even though I hadn’t been able to tell her, much less show her, where the bedroom was, she seemed so at ease and comfortable in my home that she naturally knew where she was going. As soon as the bedroom door was open, she entered the room and turned on the lights.

“I like your room,” she commented as I followed her inside, closing and locking the door behind me before making my way towards her. “It’s cozy and warm.” Wrapping my arms around her tiny frame, I couldn’t help but smile at how weak and vulnerable she felt.

“I’m glad you approve, Little One,” I told her, my voice husky from the lust that was consuming me. “I aim to please.” Just as she looked back up at me, my lips crashed into hers, capturing them in a hungry embrace and holding them captive as we stood there in the middle of the room.

Her lips were warm and wet, and she trembled as she leaned into the kiss, offering them to me as a gift and sacrifice at the same time. She tasted like the garlic from the mashed potato she had eaten at dinner and the hot chocolate she had earlier that same day. It was an interesting mix, especially since there was no way she should have tasted like both, but it worked perfectly for her.

“You’re mine,” I breathed when I finally pulled away to look at her, feeling both breathless and desperate to feel her at my mercy. “If you go through with this, you’ll become my Little One, and I’ll be your Daddy.” Seeing the glazed look in her eyes, I vaguely wondered if she understood a single word I was saying, but I couldn’t wait any longer. “Say it, Little One. Say I’m your Daddy, and I’ll give you everything you could possibly want.” Gasping for air, she nodded as she pressed her body to mine.

“Yes, Daddy,” she told me, continuing without me having to pry for the words I craved from her luscious lips as they formed on her pink tongue. “You’re my Daddy, and I want to be yours forever.” Kissing her forehead, I released her and nodded towards the bed.

“Strip down, now, Little One,” I ordered as I pulled my shirt over my head, eager to claim her as my own. “Daddy wants to see all of you.” Taking a deep breath, she nodded absentmindedly and started to do exactly as I had ordered, pulling her shirt over her head and exposing her perfect, luscious breasts as she did.

Her skin was pale as cream, and I could smell hints of the seasonal lotion she had used before work on her skin as she dropped her sweater on the ground, forming a trail of clothing. Never once did her eyes leave my face, and I stared her down, letting the lust and hunger consume me as I waited patiently, watching her the way a predator watched his prey. Without saying anything, she unbuttoned the dark jeans she had been wearing and eased them down her legs, exposing more of her perfect body to me as she did. When she stood up straight, she was in nothing but her bra and underwear, and she shivered either from the cold or the situation as she stared at me.

“I did it, Daddy,” she told me, her voice a low squeak like a frightened child’s as she spoke. “I undressed for you.” With my eyes on her big, round eyes, I closed the space between us.

“All of it,” I barked, giving my new Little orders like a drill sergeant as I waited impatiently for her to follow said orders. “I want you to remove all of it.” Looking down at her body, her eyes landed on her undergarments, and she hesitated for a moment.

“Please, Daddy,” she begged as she looked back up at me. “Let me keep it on. It’s cold.” Closing the space between us, I towered over her.

“Do it,” I repeated, letting the feeling of the heat radiating from my body warm her up. “Once I get you in bed, I’ll let you cover up. In the meantime, I’ll keep you warm.”

At first, I thought she was going to argue back or protest that she had changed her mind, but she never did either. Instead, she nodded meekly in response, and I smiled as I watched her reach behind her back to unclasp her bra. As soon as the lacy fabric dropped to the floor, I groaned in delight at the sight before me.

Her nipples were erect and standing out, looking like two small, pink peeks on darker mounds. I wanted to grab on and tease them, making her squeal and squirm with pleasure as I did, but I knew that I needed to wait. After all, her body was still halfway covered, and I didn’t want to miss a thing. So, when she finally dropped her matching lace underwear, I smiled in satisfaction and looked her up and down before nodding towards the bed.

“Get up on the bed,” I told her, my voice gruff as I closed the distance between us. “Daddy’s going to reward you for being a good Little One.” As though under a spell, she nodded automatically in response and did as she was told, her body trembling as she did as I told her.

Once she was settled down on the bed, I climbed onto the bed after her, not caring if I was still half dressed as I positioned myself between her soft legs. As soon as I was ready, I lowered myself down and pressed my face against the soft, pink region that was her sex. Heat radiated from between her legs, and I could feel the moisture forming from her arousal, and I couldn’t believe how easily I made her wet. Pressing my right thumb against her clit, I stuck out my tongue and licked up the wet, sticky juices that had gathered between her legs.

Immediately, she cried out and bucked up, pressing herself upwards to feel more of my touch, but I took her hips in my hands and pushed her back down, holding her down so that I could continue to tease her with my tongue. She whimpered and squirmed, trying to escape my touch, but I held her there, letting her feel every ounce of pleasure as it came. After what felt like an eternity of fighting and holding her down, I felt more liquid squirt from her body, and she fell limp against the covers she had just been gripping onto for dear life. Smiling, I wiped my face and looked up at her.

“That, my Little One, was only the beginning,” I reassured her as I rose to my feet. As soon as I was up, I nodded towards the bathroom. “Go clean up and get ready for bed. We can talk in the morning.”