Parting her legs with the heel of my free hand I quickly saw my plan would not work. For some reason I’d believed I could reach her clit with my mouth but as tall as I was, I did not have the leverage. Spying an errant scarf on her nightstand, I wrapped it around her wrists and looped it to the headboard. There was something hilarious about my gorgeous girl tied to her bed with a bright red scarf dotted with funny penguins on ice skates. Kelsey tugged at her wrists while I grinned.
“Struggle all you want. I’m not going to stop pleasuring you until you’ve had multiple orgasms and your voice is hoarse from screaming my name.” I licked a long line down her body and teased her clit with my mouth. Her feet drummed in the empty air.
“Sir!” She yanked at the scarf.
The knot wasn’t very secure; it still held her to the point where she could not free her hands. I shifted in between her legs so I could use my mouth and fingers to my advantage as I went down on her. Kelsey bucked and squeezed her thighs closed. If she thought that would deter me, especially since I was determined to make her come, she was sorely mistaken. Islapped my palm against her mound. It was not typically a place I targeted. She immediately spread her legs.
“Good girl,” I purred. “Don’t move unless I tell you to.”
“Please fill me up, Sir? I really need you,” she begged.
I slid two fingers inside her wet pussy while mouthing her tiny pleasure nub. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she came. Satisfied with the intensity of her orgasm, I straddled her body. Leaning into her, I kissed her cheek. “Do you want me to be gentle or rough, sweetheart?”
“Rough,” she said in a low tone, her voice thick with emotion. “Please, Sir?”
“Rough,” I repeated. “Just the way I like it.”
Chapter 3
Kelsey
A week later
I had spent a lot of time relaxing ever since Nathan decreed it. He also had me use some of my paid time off, a perk I wasn’t used to in the past. Tonight we met up with Uncle Seth and Manda for dinner at our favorite restaurant before heading to the first annual festival of lights. Manda and I were both surprisingly well behaved.
Our lack of dessert and treats at the restaurant may have contributed to our calm, cool and collected attitude. Or it might be that we were both within swatting distance of our Daddy and Uncle, respectively. The park seemed extra merry as we took in the lighted ornaments, statues, and displays. Manda and I had begged for hot chocolate and a ride on the horse-drawn carriage, which was only available for a limited time, but both Uncle Seth and Daddy negated the request.
That wouldn’t do. My brat sprang to life. I shot Manda a look and then clapped her shoulder.
“Tag! You’re it!” I screeched and took several steps away, intending to dash toward the huge hot cocoa booth placed strategically in the middle of the park.
“Pause,” Uncle Seth warned.
I had expected the growled command to be said by my Daddy, so it caught me off guard. I stayed in place for five seconds before giggling and eying my exit strategy.
Daddy stepped closer. “Take my hand, button.”
I took off like a bullet. Glancing over my shoulder, I saw the two of them looking sternly at Manda, but my amazing best friend pretended to ‘pump’ up her cute winter boots and chased after me. I screamed with delight as I weaved in and out of the crowd, Manda fast on my tail. I wasn’t really trying to get us both in trouble even though it was inevitable.
Suddenly the biggest display of lights I’d ever seen came into my line of sight. Did my Daddy save the best for last? Manda smacked into me since I stopped short, her arms wrapping around me in a bear hug. “Oof!”
“Kels!”
“Manda! Look! It’s so beautiful! Look at the teddy bear and the dollies and the wooden soldiers!”
“Yeah, look quickly. Hurry up, angry Daddies approaching at twelve o’clock! We’ll come back.”
I saw two very determined Daddies striding toward us. “We can keep running. I think we’ll make it.”
“You know they’ll catch us! Come on, if we are super apologetic we’ll probably get off with a warning. They aren’t going to spank us in public,” she said.
“I wouldn’t put it past them,” I replied. “They look a little perturbed.”
“Girls,” Nathan chided as he came in ear shot of us.
“We’re so sorry, Uncle Nathan,” Manda answered quickly. “But, to be fair, if you had gotten us hot cocoa-ouch!”
I elbowed my best friend wondering what the heck had gotten into her. She technically apologized for both of us but then was about to get us into more trouble. “I think what Manda is trying to say–”
