“You said it too, Daddy. Just now when you told me I can’t say dick.”
I can’t even remotely control the laugh that bursts from me, and Tillie slaps her hand over her mouth as Kit groans.
“Well, from now on no one can say that word,” he snaps, and Libi nods enthusiastically before leaping back off the bed and running out the door.
“No one is allowed to say the word dick from now on! Daddy said so!”
“For fuck’s sake. Why isn’t she in bed?” Kit grumbles as Tillie laughs, not even able to speak as she closes the door and goes after Libi, who is making sure everyone in the house is aware of the rules.
“I swear, that kid will be the death of me.”
“Nawww.” I pout on Kit’s behalf, reaching out to grip his short bearded jaw and squish his lips as I give it a squeeze.
“If I say the worddickaround Libi, willSantapunish me?”
Kit’s lips spread into a wicked grin. “Santa will punish you so fucking good.”
I bite my lip. “I want Santa to punish me now.”
“Now?” Kit’s brows lift. “You want Santa’s fist again?”
I nod, eagerly. “So much.”
“Start lathering up that cunt with lube while I slip on the suit,” he growls, and I don’t hesitate for a second, excited for this man to hurt me so damn good again, and for every brutal dirty fuck yet to come.
THE END
