“Exactly. Which is why I take my job of being your man, your Papi, very seriously.”
“Sometimes too seriously,” she told him. “Sometimes you need to learn to let go . . . just let go, Papi.”
“If I took this less seriously, then you could get hurt. And then my life would be over.”
Cat sucked in a breath. “Don’t say that, Papi. Never say that.”
“What is going on,Pequeña?” he murmured.
“I can’t tell you. It’s a secret,” she told him. “And before you tell me that I shouldn’t have secrets from you, I can’t tell you because it’s not my secret!”
“Then whose secret is it?” he asked while playing with her clit.
“It’s Maeve’s! It’s Maeve’s secret, Papi. And I promised not to tell.”
He stilled his finger. Hmm. He wouldn’t have guessed that. Cat was always the ringleader. Maeve had a secret?
That she was keeping from Gray?
“She is going to be in so much trouble once he finds out,” Cat told him. “I mean, um, I’m sure it’s not a big deal. Maybe.”
“Is she in danger?” he asked, alarm filling him.
“No, no. I wouldn’t let her be in danger! It’s just . . . well, I hope she tells him soon.” Turning her head, she smiled at him. “So do I get to come now?”
He raised an eyebrow. “Hmm, you still lied to me,Pequeña.Even if you are keeping a secret for a friend, I always need you to tell me the truth. And you lied to me.”
Cat started swearing in Spanish and he gave her another smack.
“Right, your punishment is to write out fifty times: I will not lie to Papi. While sitting on my cock.”
She sighed loudly but grabbed a piece of paper and a pen and started writing.
This sucked.
Cat wrote out another line. How many was she up to?
She checked the number. Eleven!
Nooo. She’d be at this for hours. And it wasn’t good that she was writing lines so close to Christmas.
Surely Santa was too busy to pay attention to any naughtiness now, right? He must have already packed all the presents in the sleigh.
Of course, that evil elf was still around . . . hmm. Immy said that she thought her elf was a tattletale too.
“Papi?” she asked.
“Hmm?” he said.
She squeezed down around his cock. She really hoped that he let her come after this.
Her hand was aching, and her pussy was so wet that it was kind of embarrassing.
“Apparently, Immy has an evil elf, too.”
“Your elf isn’t evil. He’s here to keep an eye on you and report back to Santa.”
“I’m pretty sure he’s reporting back toyou, too,” she said. “And I didn’t know you spoke elf.”
