Landslide (10 page)

“I’ll take it. And a bracelet, too.”

The snow fell harder as I walked toward the store Mackenzie was in, package in hand. For the first time in years, I was both excited and nervous about a gift I was giving.

Mackenzie was ready with the packages when I got there, and we loaded the car. It took us quite some time to get back to the house, as the snow had begun to fall faster, and the roads were narrow and winding.

There were several inches on the ground by the time we pulled back into the drive. I had the tree halfway into the house when I was hit with a snowball in the back of the head. The snowball fight that ensued left us both cold, wet, and out of breath. Mackenzie made some hot chocolate while I brought in the tree, and we decorated it while sipping on the steamy mugs.

The afternoon flew by as we laughed and talked while covering the tree with all of the trimmings she’d chosen in the little shop. When we were done, we stepped back and admired it. I was impressed, as it looked identical to the tree she’d fallen in love with.

“Shall I start dinner? My dad should be here in an hour or so.”

“Then kiss me before we can’t.”

We kissed again in front of the tree, though I was able to enjoy her at a more leisurely pace this time. Just as I was kissing my way down her neck to the collar of her sweater, my phone rang, making us jump apart.

“Fuck!” I hissed, making her giggle. “Hello?” I said into my phone, though I knew it was Carter from the caller ID. Mackenzie smiled and walked into the kitchen, leaving me to the call.

“I’m glad I got through. Did you guys make it there alright?”

It seemed an odd question.

“Yeah, we made it here fine. Mackenzie was just going to start dinner. What time will you get here?”

“Apparently you haven’t turned on the
TV or looked outside. Nearly a foot of snow has fallen this afternoon. I’ll never get there on those back roads. It should hopefully be clear in the morning. You two will be all right tonight, won’t you? I’m really sorry I won’t be there for Christmas morning, but I’ll be there as soon as I can.” Containing my excitement for the remainder of the call, I listened to the details of the meeting he’d just attended.

It was a bit of a melancholy feeling as I stood in the doorway watching her make dinner. I’d never wanted a wife; I had decided that over a decade ago. While having a wife and family did add to your credibility rating with the voters, a cheating wife or a troublesome teen took away much more. It just wasn’t worth the risk to me. Besides, I wasn’t the kind of guy who could settle for one pussy for the rest of my life. Yet as I watched her move around, humming to herself, I began to doubt my decision a bit. It really was pointless, though, I realized, shaking my head. It wasn’t like I could be with her. Even forgetting who she was, the age difference was insurmountable. I knew what I was to her, and what she was to me. Logically, I knew it couldn’t be anything more, but for today, I could live in fantasy land.

“Is everything okay with my d—Carter?” she asked, finally noticing me.

“Yeah, he wanted me to pass along a message. He hopes that you aren’t terribly disappointed, but he won’t be able to make it up until morning.”

“You mean I’ll be here alone with you…all night?” She was twirling her hair around her finger. “Oh what shall we do?”

I picked her up in my arms and spun her around. She wrapped her legs around my waist and I carried her into the living room, both of us laughing the entire way.

She arched her back, giving me access to her perfect breasts and stomach. I couldn’t resist the opportunity so I started tickling her. Setting her on the couch, I continued my torture, holding her in place while she squealed and wriggled beneath me. I tickled her until she was breathless.

While she caught her breath, I looked down at her—hair fanned out across the cushion and cheeks pink. She had never looked more beautiful. The moment our eyes locked, her giggling stopped. A strangled whimper escaped her lips as I pulled her into a toe curling kiss. I’d probably have taken her right there on the couch if the oven hadn’t made a beeping sound.

“It’s um…warmed up,” she blushed.

“Mmmmhmmm.” I laughed at her double entendre. “Why don’t you go put dinner in the oven and I’ll go and see if there’s a movie we can watch while it cooks.”

While she put the roast and potatoes in the oven, I went into the theater room and turned on the large, flat screen television. It only took me a minute to find what I was looking for.

“It’s a Wonderful Life?” she giggled when she walked in and saw the screen.

We spooned on the couch, watching the classic film. She felt perfect in my arms, and I couldn’t help but to wonder, just as Jimmy Stewart did, if I’d made the right choice. He seemed so happy with his wife and kids. Was I missing out? It was the second time today I’d entertained such thoughts. Maybe I was just sentimental because of the holidays.

As the credits rolled, I realized that she hadn’t moved in quite some time. I shifted and confirmed that she was asleep. Gently lifting her off of me and putting her back on the couch, I made my way to the kitchen and finished dinner.

She awoke as I was putting everything on plates, and we had a lovely meal together. It was late by the time we ate, and I wanted to get to bed early so I could spend as much time with her as possible.

We did decide to have a glass of wine under the tree before bed, though. I went upstairs to wash up and change first; I had something special in mind to wear. Earlier, when I’d hung my jacket in the closet, I’d noticed a Santa suit. I had no idea if she had a Santa fantasy or not, but I was about to find out.

After a quick shower and shave, I put on the red velvet ensemble. I had skipped the padded belly and beard, but slipped on the pants and jacket.

As I walked down the stairs, I was filled with anticipation of the look of surprise on her face. As it turns out, I was the one who was stunned.
 

Standing before the tree, in a sheer white nightgown, was my baby girl. The glow from the lights made every curve of her body visible through the gauzy white material; she looked like an angel.

“Hi, Santa,” she whispered.

I’d completely forgotten I was wearing the suit as she bit her lip and fidgeted in place. She was the only woman who had ever affected me that way. I was almost at a loss for words…almost.

“Come sit on Santa’s lap, little girl.”  She giggled and joined me on the large armchair. “Tell me what you want for Christmas.”

“I already have everything I could have wished for,” she smiled. My heart melted at her words.

“Well there must be
something
else you want.”

She bit her lip and her cheeks flushed pink.

“I think I know what you want, and I’d be willing to give it to you, but I just have to check my list to see if you’ve been naughty or nice.” I grinned as I reached into my pocket and pulled out an imaginary piece of paper. Shaking my head, I laughed. “Uh oh, it looks like you’re on the naughty list.”

Her lip puffed out as she pretend pouted. “Santa, maybe we can work out a deal.”

“I don’t know, little girl. It seems to me that what you need is a spanking.”

Turning her over my knee, I could see her ass through the sheer fabric and I groaned at the sight. I brought my hand down hard, and although the material was there, the sound of my hand hitting her skin echoed through the room and settled right onto my cock. With each swat, my dick got harder and harder. Sliding my hand up under the gown, I first felt the heat of her ass then the wetness of her folds.

“Now, little girl,” I said, pulling her upright, “what was that deal you wanted to work out?”

“Well, Santa,” she said, sliding to the floor between my legs, “You can tell me if I’m a good girl…” She untied the string of the red velvet pants. “Or if I’m a bad girl.”

She was feisty, but I loved it. When I felt her warm lips on my cock, I couldn’t help but groan. “Oh, Baby, you are a very bad girl, but you are
so
good at being bad.”

Her head moved up and down over me, and I wanted to keep her on her knees between my legs, but I had other plans. She looked too amazing for me to not be able to see her.

I stood and pulled her to her feet, then led her over to the tree. Standing innocently in front of it, with the lights reflecting in her eyes, she looked up at me with adoration. My stomach fluttered when I looked into her baby blue orbs. I’d had dozens of ‘little girls’ look up at me, but all of them had been acting. Mackenzie was the real thing, and it was affecting my body in ways I hadn’t expected. Sure, I’d anticipated the swelling of my cock, but the racing heart, butterflies in my stomach, and sweaty palms were all a surprise.

There was some consolation in the fact that her body was reacting similarly to mine. Fixating on the outline of her nipples visible through the fabric, I watched her chest rise and fall rapidly.

Gently, I pressed my lips to hers, exploring her mouth with my tongue. I left her panting for breath as I kissed my way across her jaw, down her neck, and to the neckline of her night gown. As I worked my way down the material, I couldn’t resist stopping at her pebbled peaks. I felt the moan that escaped her body vibrate through my tongue as I licked her nipples through the fabric.

Dropping to my knees and continuing on my mission, I kissed my way down to the apex of her thighs, rubbing my nose on her clit through the material of her night gown.

“Please,” she whispered.

“Santa would like to give you a gift, but you have to do exactly as I say. Will you be a good girl?”

She nodded and whimpered, “Yes.”

I gathered the material of her gown and lifted it to her waist. “Hold this up.” Her hands shakily took the fabric and she held it tightly in her fists. “Spread your legs wider, little girl.” Her feet inched farther apart. “Now don’t move.”

She stayed still as I flicked at her clit with the tip of my tongue. I knew she’d need more, but I was going to take my time. Each flick, lick, and stroke of my tongue teased her until she was a quivering mess. Grabbing onto her ass cheek with one hand and plunging two fingers into her pussy with the other, I held her in place as I brought her to orgasm.

As she came undone on my tongue, I couldn’t help but smile at the situation. I, dressed as Santa, had just performed oral sex on a woman who looked like an angel…all in front of a Christmas tree. It couldn’t be more wrong, yet everything felt so right.

Chapter 12

It had been an amazing day—from the moment we’d gotten in the car together until the moment he carried me up the stairs and put me in the center of the bed. Every time he was with me physically, I felt sexier and sexier, yet it was more than that. I had a great time with him even when we were doing other things. I’d loved getting groceries and shopping in the small town, as well as the snowball fight and the tickling session we’d had. When I was in his arms watching the movie, I’d felt so at peace that I had fallen asleep.   

It wasn’t sexual when we were lying on the couch, but that hadn’t kept me from getting wet. Dinner wasn’t sexual, either, but I couldn’t help staring each time he put something into his mouth. He didn’t seem anywhere near as affected as I was, though, and I began to wonder if he’d had his fill of me earlier today. So when he’d suggested that we change into something more comfortable and meet back in the living room for a glass of wine before bed, I’d second guessed my outfit. When I found out about the trip, I’d gone shopping for some new lingerie. Amongst all of the stockings, garters, and leather in the shop, a nightgown had caught my attention. It had a low scoop neck made of a delicate band of white lace. The material of the dress hung from the band and fell loosely over the mannequin’s body, cascading all the way to the floor. The gown wouldn’t have been sexy at all if it weren’t for the fact that the material was sheer. At first glance, I would appear almost virginal and very ‘little girl’ like,
but given the proper lighting, I knew it would leave nothing to the imagination. I’d been sure of it when I’d brought it to the counter of the boutique, but now, I had butterflies in my stomach as I slipped it over my head.

I heard his shower turn off and decided it was now or never. I’d go and wait next to the tree, then offer myself as a gift and hope he liked the wrapping paper.

I had hoped to surprise him, and by the look in his eyes, he was…as well as aroused. He’d surprised me, too.

I’d never told anyone about my
thing
for Santa Claus, but I’d been fantasizing about him practically my entire life. It started when I was eleven years old. I’d had a dream one night about Santa coming down my chimney, tying me up, and having his way with me. Waking up hot and bothered to find my panties drenched and my clit swollen, I had masturbated to the memory of the dream.

Now, eight years later, it looked like my fantasy might come true.
Maxwell didn’t disappoint; he’d kissed me, spanked me, and licked my pussy until I had screamed out blasphemous things while standing in front of the tree. I trembled as he kissed his way back up my body, not sure how much longer my legs would be able to hold me.

As if sensing my need, he pulled me to him and placed me on the carpet under the tree. Pulling off the Santa suit and rolling on a condom, he stood above me in all his glory.

“So beautiful,” he murmured, looking down at me and echoing my exact thoughts as I admired his body, lit only by the glow of the Christmas tree.

He covered my body with his, and while staring into my eyes, he entered me slowly—his movements tender and loving. We kissed the entire time he took my body, only stopping occasionally when he moved his mouth to my breasts. As slow and leisurely as it was, I couldn’t help the feeling that was building between my legs. I began to breathe hard,
reveling in the friction each thrust gave me. “Oh…oh…oh…” I moaned, throwing my head back while he sucked hard on my nipples.

“So perfect,” he growled, licking and kissing his way back up to my neck. “Such a good girl.”

His words and the relentless, yet amazing, movement of his body, sent me over the edge. “Mmmm, Daddy,” I groaned seconds before he caught my lower lip between his teeth, pulling it into his mouth.

His thrusts became harder until, a few moments later, I felt him still with the exception of his cock—which pulsed inside of me—and his tongue, which soothed my now puffy lower lip.

I thought we were finished when he pulled out of me and sat back. It turns out it was only the beginning. He tore open another condom wrapper, and after replacing the used one, lay back onto the carpet.

His demeanor had changed, as was evident from the grin on his face and his words. “Babygirl, Santa wants to see you ride my cock.”

I swear my pussy clenched at his words. Being on top was my favorite position, but this time he made it even better. As I was riding him, he pulled me forward so he could suck on my breasts. He held me tightly to him, the suction so great I knew there would be marks in the morning, and I couldn’t have been happier. The faster I rocked and ground my clit into his firm abdomen, the more excited I became. An orgasm was building, and I knew I’d need to sit up to find my release. He seemed to realize it, too, and held on to me even tighter.

“UNGH!” I groaned in protest.

“My body,” he whispered around a mouthful of breast.

I rocked faster and faster. The orgasm was right there, painfully so, and I begged for release. “Please!” I cried out.

He held me tightly, though his hand slid down my back and over my ass. Pulling my cheeks apart, his finger circled my puckered hole.

“Please…please…please…” I chanted, rocking harder and faster, pushing against his strong arms to no avail.

His finger, circling round and round and round, moved closer to the center and finally pressed into me.

The feeling was so intense I screamed out and pushed off of him with all of my might just as he released me from his grip.

“Come for me, Angel,” he smiled. His words were unnecessary, though, because I was already squirting all over his abdomen and chest.  As I rode out my orgasm, he thrust up into me, achieving his own rapture. I wanted to be embarrassed at the fluid that left my body in a stream, but I was feeling too good to notice anything but the euphoria from the most mind blowing orgasm of my life.

Unceremoniously, I collapsed onto his chest, only then realizing the extent of the mess I’d made.

I’d have been content to sleep right there, in a puddle of my own come while lying on top of him, impaled by his cock, but he had other plans. Besides, I was sure that if my dad made it here early, he would not have been happy with what he found under the tree Christmas morning.

“I could look at you in this light all night, but Babygirl, I’d like to get you into bed. Would you like to spend the night with me?”

“Mmmmm, yes, Daddy,” I moaned, wiggling my hips.

“That’s enough of that, little girl. You have worn Santa’s cock out.”

It turned out that I hadn’t worn it out, because after locking up and turning off the lights of the tree, we met in his bed. He held me in his arms and we fell asleep until I was woken by light kisses on my shoulders.

“Are you sore, Babygirl?”

I shook my head.

“Mmmmm, such a good girl.”

He took me again, from behind this time, holding onto me tightly as he joined his body with mine. Rolling my nipples between his fingers, he thrust into me, picking up speed until he was pinching and pulling roughly and moving his hips quickly.

“I don’t think I’ll ever get enough,” he growled, coming while deep inside me. When we had finished, I drifted off to sleep, feeling content. I wished it could always be like this. I felt a bit sad that I couldn’t imagine ever finding a husband that made me feel the way Maxwell did.

“Please tell me that doesn’t hurt too much,” he whispered when I opened my eyes to the early morning light. I had no idea what he was saying, but I followed his eyes to my breasts. There were several purple and red marks covering them.

I loved it.

“It doesn’t hurt at all, Daddy,” I smiled, still loving that I was able to use the name. “But you could still kiss it better.”

He laughed and lowered his head. His tongue was heavenly, but a growl from my stomach stopped his kisses.

“We need to eat, and besides, don’t you want to see if Santa brought you anything?”

I couldn’t help the giggle. “Santa gave me quite a large
package
last night.”

“You are incorrigible! Now go shower, Babygirl. I’ll be in in a minute.”

True to his word, he joined me while I was rinsing my hair. “Please tell me I didn’t miss the best part,” he chuckled, picking up a washcloth and some body wash.

Maxwell must have been a Boy Scout, because he was definitely prepared. I mean…who brings a condom into the shower with him?
Someone who knows he’s going to get laid,
a voice in my head teased.

It was wonderful. We stayed in there until the water ran cold and we had to vacate.

He grabbed a towel and began drying me off. When he got to my breasts, he stopped. “Baby, are you sure these don’t hurt?”

I shook my head. They really didn’t; they were just love bites. “I
am
really sorry, though,” he said, running the pad of his thumb over a dark purple mark. “I don’t know what came over me. I’ve never marked a woman before. Then again, I’ve never…”

His voice trailed off as he stared at nothing, deep in thought.

“You’ve never…” I prompted.

He shook his head, as if coming out of a fog. “Well, I’m glad it doesn’t hurt. I’m going to go get dressed, now. I’ll meet you downstairs.”

I knew my dad would be there soon, so I dressed somewhat conservatively, wearing a festive, red plaid skirt with a black sweater. It hugged my body and showed off my curves. I’d put on a push up bra, which was doing its job, as my cleavage showed at the point of the “V” shaped neckline. I loved the way that the “Daddy’s Little Girl” necklace lay against my breasts, but I knew he would be removing it soon.

I did add one more bit of naughty to my outfit. Rather than putting on black pantyhose or tights, I put on black thigh high stockings. I wasn’t sure if I’d let Maxwell see, but they did make me feel sexy.

After applying makeup and doing my hair, I pulled my dad’s present from my bag. I’d gotten him an e-reader; it was about time that he joined this century. I took the thin box I’d brought for Maxwell out of the bag, too. It was a wool scarf that would look great with his coat. I bought it as soon as I heard we were spending Christmas together. It was the gift I’d purchased yesterday that I was second guessing.

When he’d gone to get the tree, I started looking around the shop. A pocket watch had caught my eye amongst a small display of antique jewelry. It was silver and had a beautiful ornate design around the outside that reminded me of the beauty of Maxwell. Roman numerals were set just inside the design, giving a contrast and a look of power just as Maxwell’s career contrasted his looks. And in the center, there was a small piece of glass that gave just a glimpse of the inner workings. Maxwell rarely gave anyone that view, but I’d seen it earlier in front of the tree when he’d
kissed me. It was just a taste, but it made me want to know everything about the man behind the mask he always wore.

“May I show you something?” the shopkeeper asked me when she noticed I was looking at the watch.

“Oh no, I was just admiring this watch.”

“
Hmmmm. Yes, it is quite a beauty.” It was, but I was sure that its price was way out of my range. “I haven’t been able to sell it because it’s engraved,” she said, taking the watch from the case. She turned it over and I read the back.

Thinking of you all the time. ~ M

“If you’re interested, I could have the back sanded down. I’ve been meaning to get that removed.”

“No, it’s perfect.” I spoke without thinking. It
was
perfect, but I still had no idea how much it cost. “I just…how much is it?”

The shopkeeper was looking out the window, and when I followed her eyes, I saw that Maxwell was walking acr
oss the street toward the shop. “Is it for him?” she asked. I blushed and nodded. “Well then, my dear, it is my gift to you. It’s clear that you two are in love. It made an old lady’s heart go pitter patter when he kissed you in front of the tree, earlier.”

I wanted to correct her, to tell her that I was just fun for him, but Maxwell entered the shop at that moment. “Please, let me give you something for it,” I whispered quickly.

“Nonsense. It’s been here for as long as I can remember, and besides, you have bought quite enough.” She looked at the trimmings I’d picked out for the tree, which I’d wanted to match the one she had on display. “Just go and enjoy each other. Merry Christmas.”

I bit my lip at the memory. Did I really want to give him a watch that said I thought about him all the time? The thing was, I did. Taking the risk, I picked up the box and headed downstairs.

Maxwell was sitting under the tree with two boxes in his lap.

“You look lovely, Babygirl.”

His words always managed to make me blush. I set my father’s gift under the tree, then sat down next to Maxwell. “I um…I got you something for Christmas,” I said, handing him the wrapped scarf.

He smiled and took the package from me. When he opened it and felt the soft material, he smiled. “It reminds me of your skin.” I knew my cheeks were bright red.

“I got you something, as well. Actually…a few things.” His cheeks were pink, too. “This one,” he said, handing me a small package, “I got a few days ago.” I knew what he meant. It was like the scarf; he thought he’d be giving it to me in front of my dad. I opened the box to find my favorite perfume.