Page 25 of Sable's Santa Daddy


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She reached out, not knowing how she was going to handle all these things with one functional arm, but he tsked at her.

“I’ll do it.”

And he did: took her chin in his hand and directed her to close her eyes so he could clean the make-up from her face. Even told her to open her mouth so he could brush her teeth and then directed her to spit in the bowl.

It was… No, it wasn’t humiliating. She felt as though it should be, but really she was thankful and tired and wanted to hand her trust over to someone who seemed larger than life in a way.

Sure, Jethro was a man, presumably like any other with his flaws and foibles. But for now he was her daddy who was perfect and would keep her safe and do things like wash her face and brush her teeth, and her heart warmed thinking about earlier that evening when he’d tied her boot. He hadn’t been submitting, not at all. He’d been caring for her, and that’s what the best daddies did.

It felt completely normal for him to strip her of her clothes, and he did it carefully and gently which couldn’t have been easy because she was basically a rag doll. Only once did she suck air through her teeth because she tried to move her shoulder in a way that smarted.

Jethro hushed and soothed her, and when she was naked, peeled back the covers and laid her down before tucking the blankets up to her chin.

“Sleep well, baby,” he said softly after he kissed her forehead and it was only seconds before she’d done as she was told.

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