A Montana Daddies Christmas
Laylah Roberts
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Books by Laylah Roberts
1. Jed and Daisy
2. Charlie and Clint
3. Kent and Abby
4. Bear and Ellie
5. Jed and Daisy
6. Eden and Zeke
7. Bear and Ellie
8. Charlie and Clint
9. Bear and Ellie
10. Kent and Abby
11. Jed and Daisy
12. Bear and Ellie
How West was Won
Laylah Roberts
A Montana Daddies Christmas
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Books by Laylah Roberts
Doms of Decadence
Just for You, Sir
Forever Yours, Sir
For the Love of Sir
Sinfully Yours, Sir
Make me, Sir
A Taste of Sir
To Save Sir
Sir’s Redemption
Reveal Me, Sir
Montana Daddies
Daddy Bear
Daddy’s Little Darling
Daddy’s Naughty Darling (in the Dirty Daddies Anthology)
Daddy’s Sweet Girl
Daddy’s Lost Love
A Montana Daddies Christmas
Daring Daddy (coming Feb, 2020)
Haven, Texas Series
Lila’s Loves
Laken’s Surrender
Saving Savannah
Molly’s Man
Saxon’s Soul
Mastered by Malone
How West was Won (coming Jan, 2020)
Men of Orion
Worlds Apart
Cavan Gang
Rectify
Redemption
Redemption Valley
Audra’s Awakening
Old-Fashioned Series
An Old-Fashioned Man
Two Old-Fashioned Men
Her Old-Fashioned Husband
Her Old-Fashioned Boss
His Old-Fashioned Love
An Old-Fashioned Christmas
1
Jed and Daisy
She was going to vomit.
Without a doubt. Projectile vomit. Everywhere.
She took a deep breath. Then another. Her heart raced. Her skin broke out in a sweat. Here it came. . .
“Sugar, it’s just a stir-fry.”
“There are Brussels sprouts in it,” she said in horror. “Brussels sprouts, Daddy!”
Jed snorted and she looked up at him accusingly. “You cannot expect me to eat Brussels sprouts. There’s got to be some law against it!”
He raised an eyebrow. “You make it sound like I’m torturing you.”
She dropped her lower lip. Crossed her arms over her chest. “Yep. Torture by vegetables. Inhumane.”
Reaching over, he lightly tapped her nose. “Didn’t say you had to eat all of it. But you’re off to a party with your friends. Which means you’re gonna eat your weight in sugar. Before you go, you’re gonna have a healthy lunch.”
The lower lip dropped even further. “What if I promise to only eat half my weight in sugar?”
“You forget, I know what sort of food Charlie was preparing for your party. There isn’t a healthy thing among it. And once you get to the party with your friends, the last thing on your mind is gonna be watching how much sugar you eat. So, you’re gonna eat healthy now. Gorge later.”
She sighed.
He leaned forward this time to lightly drop a kiss on your lips. “I want you to have fun.”
She gave him a small smile.
“Gonna have more fun if you eat your veggies and don’t have to go to the party with a red bottom.”
While this was undoubtedly true, she figured that statement deserved a glare. To which she got one of his I-mean-business looks back.
She swallowed heavily. Okay, looked like it was beef stir-fry for lunch.
“And you’re to eat more than just the beef,” he grumbled.
“Daddy, you are no fun today.”
“Guess you’re lucky you’re off to a party then.”
She nibbled at her lip and kicked her feet back and forth against the rung of the chair. She had a piece of zucchini speared on her fork which she was absolutely not looking forward to putting in her mouth and therefore was searching for any reason not to put it in her mouth. So, she glanced over at Jed nervously.
“You think Ellie really wants me there?”
He glanced over at her questioningly. “Course she does.” He studied her face. As usual with Jed, he saw far more than she thought she was giving away. “You nervous, sugar?”
“A little,” she whispered. “I know that’s silly. Ellie, Charlie and Abby are my friends. I love them. I’ve never had friends like them. It’s just. . .” she bit her lip once more.
And again, he showed that he had special powers when it came to reading her mind. Pushing his chair back, he reached over and lifted her onto his lap so she was straddling him, her legs dangling off the sides of his wide thighs. He cupped her face, staring down into her eyes. “It’s just that this is a sleepover and you’re not sure how you feel about that?”
She glanced away. “I haven’t shown them my snuggly before. I mean, I know they all have their special soft toys but a snuggly is different. And what about my binky? Maybe I should leave it here?”
She still preferred to use her thumb rather than the binky that he insisted she use.
“Nice try, sugar. But no one is gonna care that you use a binky. You know these girls. You know they’d never make fun of you or judge you. And the dentist said the binky was better than sucking your thumb.”
She blushed bright red. “I can’t believe you asked him that.” Even weeks later she was still mortified.
He just chuckled and ran his hand up her thigh. “He has a baby girl of his own. No need to be so embarrassed.” He reached her pussy and stilled, frowning. “What’s this?”
“It’s panties, Daddy.”
“Let me rephrase that, what are you doing wearing these?”
“I know you think they’re the devil’s work, but most people actually wear them every day.”
“Never said they were the devil’s work, brat,” he rumbled. “But I did say that you weren’t to wear them when we were home, did I not?”
She nibbled her lip, feeling a little unsettled at his tone. “I can’t go to Ellie’s party without any panties on, Daddy!”
“Are you at the party now?”
She dropped her eyes from his. “No, Daddy.”
“Where are you?”
“At home.”
“So where should your panties be?”
“In my drawer upstairs.”
“Th
at’s right. And because they aren’t, even though you know the rules, you’re just earned yourself a spanking.”
“No, Daddy!” she cried out. “I can’t have a spanking before the party.”
“You think going to a party gets you out of punishment for being naughty?” he asked in that low voice.
“Well. Yes.”
“Then I’m afraid you’re gonna be sorely disappointed. Emphasis on the sore part of that. Cause you’re getting your butt spanked. Then you’re going to sit on your naked, hot bottom and eat the veggies I’m gonna feed you. When I get you ready for the party, I’ll let you put some panties on.”
As he spoke, he was turning her, positioning her over his lap, her legs on one side of his thighs her arms dangling down the other side.
It was a position she knew well. Unfortunately.
He raised her short skirt. Another Daddy rule. He liked her wearing short skirts and dresses in the house, where he kept the temperature nice and warm despite the fact it was winter. He tucked the hem of her skirt into the waistband and then his hand smacked down with a sharp, heavy whack that made her jump and groan.
Ouch. Ouch. Ouch.
Like usual, he didn’t start with a warm-up. He simply covered her ass with hard smacks until the skin stung and heated. Until the burn grew deeper. Until she knew she wouldn’t be sitting comfortably anytime soon.
She kicked her feet, she moaned, but she knew that begging wasn’t going to help. Once he made a decision, that was that. And there was nothing she could do to stop him.
Finally, a sob broke free. Tears dripped down her face. He moved his hand lower, smacking it against the top of her thighs and she started crying in earnest.
“There it is. Good girl. Let it out.” He turned her, put her back into the position from earlier with her straddling his lap, facing him.
Only this time without the panties. And this time, her face was smushed against his chest as she did a good job of soaking his shirt with her tears.
He rubbed his hand up and down her back. “My poor sugar. Only you would get all worked up about goin’ to a party.”
“I-I’m gonna miss you!” She gave him her biggest worry. The thing that was really making her hesitate.
His hand stilled then he grasped hold of her shoulders as he leaned her back to stare down into her face. “Baby girl, you gotta know that I am always here for you. You miss me. You need me. Then you get your phone and you call me.”
She sniffled. “You don’t mind?”
“Sugar, course I don’t. You need me, I am there. You get to missing me too much then I’ll come get you. Okay?”
She nodded and dropped her head to his chest. “Okay, Daddy.”
“Baby, you have to stop holding all of this in. Give it to me. Let me help you with it. Yeah?”
She nodded again. She was trying to do that more. Although sometimes it felt like all she did was talk stuff out. With both Molly, her therapist. And with Jed. But she knew they were both right. When she kept things to herself, they started to burn away at her.
With Molly and Jed’s help, she’d pretty much banished the voice telling her she wasn’t good enough. And she hadn’t hurt herself in weeks.
He leaned her head forward, kissed her forehead. “I know you’re going to have a great time and this is Ellie’s version of a hen party so I have to let her have you for the night, but I’m gonna miss you too.”
She wrapped her arms around his neck, clinging to him. For a man who didn’t always say a lot, what he did say he meant.
“Now, I’m gonna go heat your stir-fry back up and you’re going to go stick your nose in the corner. I want your legs spread wide, bottom out and hands behind your back. And while you’re there, you’re to have a think about how next time you’re gonna talk to me about your worries.”
Oh crap. She gave him her best puppy dog eyes.
He just pointed at the corner. She heaved off his lap with a sigh and got another slap to her already hot ass for her troubles. Drat. Sometimes having a daddy who paid attention was a real nuisance.
She moved slowly to the corner and stuck her nose in it then widened her legs as she’d been told and pushed her ass out. She put her hands in the small of her back.
She hated this position. But she knew why he did it. To give her time to reflect on her spanking and why she’d gotten it. She also knew he was right; she did let her worries build up. She hadn’t been standing there long when he called out to her.
“All right, baby. You done some thinking?”
She knew this was permission to leave the corner and she turned, reaching back to pull out her skirt.
“Didn’t say to move the skirt, sugar,” he growled at her.
Well. That was new. And she wasn’t certain it was a development she liked. She gave him a look she thought would convey that.
He caught her eyes. His gaze was firm. She sighed then moved towards where he sat at the dining table, the plate of stir-fry sitting on the table in front of him.
He pointed at her chair which he’d turned towards his. “Sit, sugar.”
“Daddy, its unhygienic to put your bare bottom on the furniture.”
“Nice try. Sit. Won’t tell you again.”
Needless to say, she sat. He forked up some food.
“Open up,” he cajoled. “I expect you to eat at least half of what is on your plate.”
She opened her mouth slightly and he placed the forkful of food between her lips.
“Now chew.” There was amusement in his voice.
She chewed.
“And swallow.”
She swallowed. Okay, that wasn’t actually that bad. He fed her another forkful.
“Baby, I know you’re nervous but you’re gonna have a great time. Sleepover, candy, playtime with your friends and I’m just a phone call away if you get scared or nervous or just need to hear my voice. And you can call me anytime. You know I won’t get upset by that.”
The last bit of tension eased out of her. She knew he wouldn’t. Jed was amazingly patient.
“Thanks, Daddy.” She turned her mouth away as he held up another forkful. “Full.”
She wasn’t really, but the plate was half-empty so she figured she was safe now. He looked from the plate to her. “Last forkful.”
Yep, having a daddy who saw everything could really suck.
He pushed the plate away when he was finished and grasped her around the waist. “Now, it’s Daddy’s turn to feast.”
She frowned slightly. “You just ate.”
“Not hungry for food.” He pulled her onto his lap again and took her mouth with his. And like she always did whenever he kissed her, she melted into him.
Then he lifted her, set her down on the table and pushed her legs wide as he turned his chair so he was facing her.
This was new as well. Normally she didn’t get big girl play after a spanking. Well, not a punishment spanking. Now, a spanking for fun, something he’d only just started doing, was a completely different kettle of fish.
“No complaints about how unhygienic this is?” he murmured.
She shook her head. “Not if this is going where I think it is.”
“Baby, this is definitely going where you think it is. Lie back.”
She lay back on the table as he pulled her hips to the edge. “Um, at the risk of you stopping, I thought there was no big girl play after a punishment spanking?”
“Special circumstances,” he muttered. “Won’t have you in my bed tonight. Which means I won’t be able to fuck you tonight, to wake you up tomorrow morning and make love to you while you’re still sleepy. Arms above your head. Don’t move them.”
She took in a sharp breath as he spread the lips of her pussy, just staring at her. She closed her eyes. Damn it, would he touch her already? Sometimes he liked things hard, fast, rough. Other times, he liked them slow.
She was guessing this was a slow time.
Not good for her when she was already wet for him. Wh
en her nipples were hard and pressing against her t-shirt. She wiggled her ass, wanting more.
“Stay still, baby girl or I take you upstairs and tie you down.”
She could be into that.
“Then I’ll torture you, bringing you to the edge of orgasm over and over without letting you fall off the edge.”
Okay, she was totally not into that.
So, she kept herself as still as she could. Luckily, he decided to stop torturing her and leaned in to run his tongue along her already slickened lips. She let out a shuddering breath as he drew a circle around her clit then strummed it.
The man could kiss. Boy, could he kiss. But when he had his mouth between her legs. . .
It. Was. Magical.
Her breath came in sharp pants, she fought desperately to stay still as he played with her clit as he drove first one finger then two deep inside her pussy. She convulsed around him. More. She needed more.
“Please, Daddy, please!”
“Please what, sugar?” he mumbled, moving his fingers free from her pussy to run one down the seam of her ass cheeks.
Oh God. Oh Lord.
“Put your feet up on the table, keep your legs apart,” he ordered in a gruff voice. “Daddy wants to play.”
Daddy’s play could mean anything. She never knew quite what she was going to get. But she knew she’d best do what she was told. And pronto. So, she raised her legs up, putting her feet flat on the table. He pressed his finger between her ass cheeks to play with her puckered entrance. At the same time, his tongue returned to her clit.
Nerve endings she’d never realized were there lit up and she screamed as she came. One of his fingers playing with her back hole, his tongue on her clit, his other arm resting on her hips as he continued to play with her.
Oh fuck. She knew what he wanted.
“No. No.” She thrashed her head back and forth.
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