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My toes curled in response to his raspy reply. The familiar zing traveled down my spine to blossom into heat and turn my insides into a wanton mess.

“I thought I wanted a lot of things. I guess I was reliving my past, you know like before my parents were killed. We never had a lot of money, and they were always busy with their business, you know keeping things afloat but, at Christmas, my mother, well, she always made everything special.”

I had to swallow the lump in my throat. It was at this time of year that I missed them the most, our little family.

“Hey.” Alex drew my chin up, gazing into my tear-filled eyes. “You’re allowed to be sad, babygirl. What happened to your parents was tragic and very unfair. I promise you, whatever you want, you’ve got it to make your first Christmas with me exactly what fills your heart and dashes those tears away.”

My heart filled again with gratitude and love for this wonderful man.

“All I want for Christmas is you, Alex. I want to be your first priority and spend time with you in a place where we can be alone and undisturbed. And most importantly…no work!”

A grin lit his face. “Anything else?”

“Yes. I want snow and a cabin for two with zero cell service. A Christmas tree and lots of festive food that we can eat in bed.” As I painted the picture, I grew excited and couldn’t help bouncing up and down as I shared my vision.

“Anything else?”

Dare I?

“Yes. I need you to tell me how our life will look. I need to know we won’t go down this path again, and I want us to make plans, Daddy. I like it here, but I want something more permanent, something that feels more like home. Our home.”

“Done.”

Huh. What?

“We can do all of that. Now, you will tell me what to pack for you. Or, I will decide, your choice. We will leave this afternoon.”

I was in shock. Was he being serious right now?

“I love it when your mouth hangs open like that, baby. It’s like an invitation for my cock to slide down your throat.”

I edged myself to the end of the bed, hanging my head towards the floor.

“Are you going to RSVP to the invitation, Daddy?” I opened my mouth and didn’t have long to wait before Alex spanked my lips with his engorged cock head.

“Mmm.” That was all I got out before my mouth was full. One large hand gently wrapped around my neck, keeping my head in place while the other gripped his hard length that he was slowly feeding into my mouth and sliding down my throat. Being Daddy’s slut was so erotic and pleasing that I was dripping with how turned on I was.

“That’s right, baby, open your throat for Daddy.”

I did and worked on staying relaxed while his cock hit the back of my throat with each thrust. When he came several strokes later, it was with a roar, pumping his seed down my throat.

When he was done, he plumped up my pillow before moving me back up the bed and laying my head on it.

“That was nice,” I said sleepily.

“That was more than nice, baby, it was epic, as always. Rest now and Daddy will do the packing.”

I yawned. “Don’t need to tell me twice.” Rolling over, I fell back to sleep.

Chapter 7

Alex

Dorianhadpulledthrough,calling in a favor from an acquaintance, Gregor James, founder, and CEO of MBC, a multi-billion dollar kink-friendly company located in Twin Peaks, Colorado.

Gregor, his partner, Atticus and their woman, Claire, met us at the airport personally and toured us through their domain before taking us up the mountain in a huge sleigh drawn by a matching pair of horses.

“Wow. This is amazing!” I overheard Antonia talking to Claire.

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