Sadie's Little Christmas - Maren Smith Page 0,33

just to get relief from the pulsing, empty ache sweeping like wildfire through her.

Rolling onto her side, she hugged Spankles fiercely and even bit her pillow to muffle a frustrated growl, but it didn’t help. It brought to mind that half-callous, lust-filled command, ‘Bite the pillow if you have to, babygirl. Daddy’s cock is going to punish your bottom now.’

Abandoning Spankles, she rolled all the way onto her tummy, burying her face in the pillow. It didn’t quite absorb her soft scream, but she didn’t care. It also didn’t bring Daddy back down the hallway to check on her, so she couldn’t have been that loud.

Her needy pussy ached. She’d been on the knife’s edge of orgasm all day long, and, yes, she’d briefly gotten that in the dressing room, but she wasn’t sated. If anything, knowing he could make her come that powerfully only made the desire worse.

She pushed her hand down between her legs, in the vain hope, just a touch of her own fingertips might still the rawness of the sensual hum filling her. Derek’s fingers were so much bigger, they’d probably feel huge sliding inside her.

She changed her grip, her own fingers slipping into sopping wet heat, and bit the pillow. She really was a bad girl, lying in bed, playing with herself because she wanted cock.

She needed spanking.

She needed to be bent right over the edge of this bed with a pillow tucked under her hips while Daddy snapped his belt across her naughty bare bottom until she was either coming or sobbing or maybe even both.

The door to her bedroom opened a crack, putting an instant startled stop to everything. She lifted her head, staring into the brightness of the hallway light falling across her bed.

“That is Daddy’s kitty to play with, not yours,” Derek told her, his voice low and one eyebrow cocked in warning. “No, means no, Sadie. Be a good girl and go to sleep. If I have to punish you for this, you won’t get to come at all.”

“How did you—” She stopped when he pointed. Looking up into the corner of the right poster, she barely glimpsed the dark lines of a camera attached under the drape of the tied back curtains.

“What kind of Daddy would I be if I didn’t pay attention to the baby monitor, especially on the first night?”

“Ugh!” She flopped back onto the pillow, only just resisting the knee-jerk urge to kick the mattress. Glaring at the camera, she stuck her tongue out at it.

“Good night, Sadie,” Derek told her, humor thick in his voice.

“Good night, Daddy.” She pouted.

He closed the door, and his footsteps retreated back down the hall.

“I want to come,” she sulked.

She thought she heard his low chuckle, which made her sit upright again. “Wait, can you hear me?”

“Go to sleep, babygirl. You don’t want to keep testing Daddy.”

Crawling up on her knees, she held onto the poster for balance as she stood up on the soft mattress, bringing her face right up close to the black shadow of the camera. From somewhere down the hall, she thought she heard his muffled laughter and ‘Oh my god’ as she made a few faces into a lens she couldn’t even see. In addition to a microphone, the camera must be watching her in night vision. It was just too dark in here for him to be able to see her any other way. The more silly faces she made, the more she could hear him chuckling.

“Daddy,” she whispered into the microphone.

“Sadie,” he called back. “I’m not going to tell you again…”

“Daddy…” undeterred, she began to strip for the camera, drawing her nightshirt over her head and tossing it to the floor. She tweaked the tightening bud of her own nipple, reaching down to stroke the folds of her sex through her panties. She pouted. “Come play with me.”

Down the hallway, a chair groaned out an ominous creak.

“Daddy…” She brought her mouth so close to the camera, her lips touched the curve of the lens. “I want sex. I want to come, Daddy. Please.”

Opening her mouth, she blew hot air on the camera. She hoped she fogged it right up. At the very least, it served him right for leaving her in such a state. Go to sleep? Yeah, right. Not with her pussy hot and as desperate as it was.

Down the hall, his footsteps came, the steady tromping of each one setting her whole body to humming with excitement. It wasn’t until the