Sadie's Little Christmas - Maren Smith Page 0,19
sexy, too. She could see herself wearing something like that.
While cozying up to Daddy Derek, her mind suggested and promptly spun that fantasy right out of control. She could see herself, not only in this dress, coyly climbing into Derek’s lap to straddle him, teasing him with kisses and tiny undulating rolls of her hips meant to rock and grind her needy pussy against the sizeable bulge in the front of his jeans.
She could feel his hands cupping her bottom, guiding her movements, correcting her with not-so-gentle spanks that heightened rather than chastised the bonfire burn of her passions. She could almost feel the buckle of his belt in her hands as she worked it loose enough to unfasten his fly and reach into the heat of his jeans to close her hand on his—
“Excuse me,” Derek called, startling Sadie back to the present.
Her clit throbbed, and her face burned. Breathless as if she’d just run the length of the ranch, she searched for him over the tall clothing racks until she spotted him standing at the checkout counter, hailing a salesperson from the back. She hurried to catch up with him, automatically looking away when he glanced down at her. The man was tall, strong, and sexy as hell, and she was attracted to him, but he was also into some mighty strange things. The last thing she wanted to do was have to admit, even to herself, just how attractive some of those same things were starting to become.
“Yes, sir,” said the gentleman who emerged from the stockroom. In his forties at least and just starting to add a little salt to the pepper-darkness of his hair, he offered them both a polite smile and an attentive ear. “How can I help you?”
“Grant, this is Sadie, my Little,” Derek introduced.
Sadie politely offered her hand, but she was quick to set the record straight. “I’m not a Little.”
“I’m very pleased to meet you,” Grant said anyway, a touch of real humor filtering through the politeness of his smile.
“Sadie dislikes her uniform,” Derek announced. “She thinks it makes her look twelve.”
Appalled that he would say that out loud and to someone who worked in this place—something that felt very akin to criticizing a painting directly in front of the artist—Sadie quickly smacked Derek’s hip, hopefully far enough below the surface of the counter the other man wouldn’t notice.
He did, although he remained polite enough to pretend he hadn’t.
“Excuse me,” Derek told him, making no effort to pretend himself. Turning to Sadie, he didn’t lower his voice or attempt to hide the scolding from the salesperson as he told her, low and even, “I am the Daddy. I am the only one who hits. Do not,” he sternly emphasized, “do that again. Do you understand?”
Every warm, melty feeling that had been swimming in the pit of her stomach from the moment she’d created that inappropriate fantasy now tightened, becoming threads that tangled and quivered inside her. They tickled, too—all across the surface of her still tender bottom and at the tips of her nipples—making it impossible to breathe without each shaky inhale catching in the back of her throat.
“Well, don’t be rude, then,” she tried to reply, both embarrassed and horribly aroused, but her voice abandoned her. The words came out sounding small.
“Sadie, this is not the time to be sassy.” He cocked a warning eyebrow. “I mean it. Misbehave in public, and Daddy will take care of it in public. One more time, do you understand?”
Her pussy twitched, sending shivers dancing deep into her sex. He waited expectantly until the realization he expected her to say something finally broke through her extremely awkward arousal.
She nodded.
“You are being scolded, little girl. When I ask you a question, I expect a verbal answer. Use your words.”
She didn’t even try to tell him she wasn’t a little girl. She felt too little even to try.
“Yes,” she finally managed, swallowing hard.
“Yes, what?” he coaxed pointedly.
The tickling in her clit was starting to feel very much like the start of an orgasm. She was going to orgasm—right here in the middle of the store, with Grant the salesperson watching them, and Daddy… er, Derek standing over her with a very stern look on his handsome face.
The fire in her belly burned hotter and lower. The slow honeyed flow trickled down through the folds of her sex, soaking into the gusset of her panties and making her that much more aware of how shameful she was.
“Y-yes,