Page 49 of Dark Holiday

“Where’s your shirt, Daddy?” With a large grin, I watch him for a moment before sticking out my tongue. Hopefully, this sort of banter is okay and not something I’ll end up regretting later.

“Is that the way you want this to go down?” Daniel raises his eyebrow, and arousal starts to gather deep within.

“You never said I couldn’t come outside without shoes on.”

Sighing, he closes his eyes and pinches the bridge of his nose. “I’m sorry. I thought you were bright enough to know that. But if you insist, by all means, I have no problem listing every last thing you can and cannot do.”

His eyes are still closed as I reach down into the melting snow and grab a handful, tucking it into a snowball.

“In fact -.”

Though I aimed for his shoulder, the snowball somehow hits him square in the face. Blood drains from my face as he methodically brushes it all away.

“One.” His voice is deadly calm, but I don’t trust it at all.

“I’m sorry. I’m really -.”

“Two.”

“I meant to hit your shoulder, I swear.”

“Three.” He bursts into a flurry of movement, shocking a scream out of me from deep within. Lunging forward, he grabs me about the waist and throws me down into the snow.

By now, my feet are almost numb, but the rest of me recoils at the freezing cold. Squealing, I try to get up, but Daniel is on top of me, pinning my hands onto the ground. I squirm against him, but he holds firm. “Oh no, my little snow angel. You want to play in the snow? I’m more than happy to oblige.”

Releasing one of my hands, he reaches down and tears my robe open, exposing me to the elements and any prying eyes that would want to see. On instinct, I take my free hand and attempt to cover something, anything, but Daniel isn’t having it. “Put that hand back and leave it there, or no orgasm for you. In fact, I want you to stay as still as possible. Can you do that for me, angel?”

“But, everyone will see.”

He smirks and leans back on his hips before unbuckling his belt. “If anyone looks out here, all they’ll see is my ass. Don’t worry, I’m not going to let anyone else see what’s mine. That’s a promise.”

Despite the cold, heat curls through me at his words. I put my hand back, staying as still as a statue. His hair brushes against my chest as he leans down and laps at my nipple. I moan and start to arch up but stop as he lifts an eyebrow. “You can make all the noise you want, Cin, but I don’t want you to move an inch. Understood?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

The smile he gives me is breathtaking. “That’s my good girl. Just lie back and let Daddy pleasure you, Princess.” I close my eyes, zeroing in on the sensations. It’s hard to just lie there and not touch him, but this is what he wants, what he expects from me. How can I be his good girl if I flat out disobey him?

He slides down a bit lower, and I whimper as he spreads my legs. It’s not just the cold. It’s the possibility that everyone, including him, can see how damned wet I am. His beard scrapes against my inner thigh, dragging a shudder out of me. After an eternity, the heat of his breath washes against my skin, bathing me in a decadent warmth.

The contrast between the bite of the cold and the inferno that is his lips and tongue is startling. I want so badly to lift my hips, to press that aching bundle of nerves against his mouth. It’s torture lying here, letting him have his wicked way when he doesn’t give me what I need.

“I got you, baby,” he murmurs against my lower lips. “Just trust me. I’ll fuck you so good.” Daniel laps at my clit for a moment before drawing it into his mouth. I bow up for half a moment as pleasure spirals through me but lay back down in the melted snow as quickly as I can. “That’s a good girl.” Soon, one finger is deep inside me, then another, testing me, teasing me. Groaning, I clench my fingers into fists. It’s almost too much.

“You ready to come for me, Princess?”

“Yes. Please, Daddy. I need to come. Oh god. I need to come so badly.” He pulls back again, but this time he unzips his pants. Thank God he’s not going to just leave me like this, all wet and needy.

In one long stroke, he fills me to the hilt. I know last night he wore a condom, and I didn’t think that much of it since I didn’t have anything to compare it to. Now, I do. The heat of him as he slides deep inside me is just incredible, but it could be just the contrast to the cold. There’s not as much difference for me, but the way he moans and groans as he pumps in and out conveys just how much better it feels for him.

“God. Yes, Cin. Fuck, you feel so good, baby,” he groans as he grips my hips. “Look at me, Cindy.” I look up at him. His eyes are dark, feral even as he thrusts in and out. “You are mine, Cindy,” he growls, his fingers digging into my flesh. “Say it. Say it, Cin. I need to hear it.”

His words are laced with pain, the same that still burrows deep into my soul when I let myself think about it too much. I need this as much as he does. “Yes, Daddy. I’m yours. I’m yours forever.”

Sliding his fingers in between us, he pinches my clit, and the bite of pain sends me spiraling as sparks burst beneath my eyelids. “Daddy,” I moan as my orgasm tears through me. Daniel is close behind, his cock kicking deep within me as he comes inside. Sighing, he rests his forehead against mine, his breathing as ragged as my own.

Once more, his beard is wet with my arousal, and something about that just sends another flurry of sensation through my body. “You are on birth control, right?” He murmurs against my cool skin.

Giggling, I debate whether or not I should let him worry about it. I mean, these are the questions you ask before you fuck someone without protection, right? “I’m not actually sure….” I trail off, letting him think the worst.