She’d been so tired last night she’d almost fallen asleep eating dinner. Clint had ended up feeding her and putting her to bed.
She used the bathroom then walked over to grab some coffee wondering where Clint was. Then she saw the folded piece of paper next to her coffee mug along with a small wrapped package. Clint had told her last night about Kent’s Advent calendar idea.
She picked it up and opened the note and her eyes grew wide. She looked over at the package, quickly unwrapped it and pulled out the small egg-shaped object that was inside.
Good morning, darling. Open your present, inside you’ll find a vibrating egg. Put it inside and enjoy. Oh, and panties are not allowed.
Daddy
Oh God. Oh Lord.
Her pulse raced. This wasn’t exactly what she’d expected. Well, she hadn’t known what to expect. She picked up the egg. How had he even managed to get this? He’d only told her about Kent’s idea yesterday.
Which meant he’d already had the egg. She shook her head. Clint never failed to surprise her. She set her coffee down and moved over to the bed. She slid her panties off then lay on her back on the bed, feeling very naughty. Reaching down, she parted her already slickened lower lips. Her breath came fast as she pushed the egg up inside her pussy. Where was Clint? How would he know she’d put it inside her? She knew he wouldn’t have gone far. He wouldn’t leave her for long.
She climbed to her feet carefully and walked over to the kitchen to grab her coffee. She took very small steps, worried it might slip out. As she reached the kitchen counter, the egg buzzed on and she gasped, having to hold onto the counter to keep her legs from collapsing beneath her.
Okay, so maybe coffee wasn’t the best idea. At least not until she got used to the vibrations going on and off. It stopped and she took a few hasty sips. Should she take a shower with it in? Maybe not. She’d wait for Clint to return before she attempted that. She shuffled her way towards the sofa, thinking she might be safest sitting. As she sat, it buzzed on again.
Holy shit.
It was like an electrical charge going through her body. Her heart raced. Her breath came in sharp pants. She was so close to coming. She thought about reaching down between her legs to rub her clit. But what if Clint walked in?
The egg went off before she could decide and she sat there for a few minutes, trying to catch her breath, her entire body buzzing.
By the time Clint walked through the door about fifteen minutes later, she was completely on edge, she needed to come. Badly.
“Good morning, little darling,” he said cheerfully as he walked in and took off his jacket. “How are we feeling today? You had a nice long sleep-in.”
“Are you spying on me?” she asked “How do you know when I got up?”
“Camera monitor, remember?” He set the monitor down on the counter.
She looked up at the corner of the room to where the camera was installed. Shit. She’d forgotten that was there. Well, that explained that.
He moved over to the fire and added some more wood. She knew better than to try and do that herself. Not that she would dare with this damn vibrating egg inside her. Then he walked over to the coffee table and sat facing her.
“I want to take a shower,” she told him grumpily.
He raised an eyebrow at her. “Wake up with a bit of an attitude this morning?”
She stiffened at that. “Nope. I just really want a shower.”
“You’re not enjoying the gift you got this morning, sweetheart?”
Her heart raced as he reached out and undid her robe. “It wasn’t exactly what I thought it was going to be.”
“No?” He drew her robe back. Then he ran his hand up her thigh. “You complaining?”
“N-not exactly,” she stuttered out as his hand moved closer to her pussy.
“Part your legs, Charlotte,” he commanded.
She spread her legs and he immediately ran his finger around her clit. “If you want something, then I expect you to ask for it. With manners. I’m thinking from how wet and hot you are, that a shower isn’t the thing you want most, is it?”
The egg buzzed back on. Damn it, she hadn’t even seen him do that.
“N-no!” she cried out.
“What is it you want then?” he asked calmly.
“I want. . .I want. . .” God she couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe. His finger only touched her lightly and her clit felt so sensitive she wasn’t even certain she could come.
“Yes? Tell me what you want.”
“I want to come! Please!”
His finger increased its pressure, moving with an expertise that pushed her up and over the edge. She crashed. Her body convulsed and she was barely even aware that he was moving her, carrying her to the bed. He set her down on her feet but held her against him with one arm around her waist, no doubt guessing that she didn’t have a chance of standing on her own, and dragged off her robe and nightgown.
He picked her up so he could lay her on the bed. He didn’t waste any time, placing his knee on the bed next to her as he bent and his mouth went to her nipple, latched on and sucked. She cried out again. The egg was still buzzing away inside her as he toyed with her breasts.
“You cold, baby?” he asked in a rough voice.
She shook her head. Cold? Was he insane? She was on fire.
He grinned. God, she loved that. When Clint grinned, it was magical.
“I love you so much,” she told him.
His smile turned gentler. Standing, he stripped. Slowly. She rolled to her side to watch him as he revealed inch by tantalizing inch. When all that deliciousness was exposed, he bent over her once more, his knee on the bed, his hands resting on the mattress on either side of her. He stared at her, studied her.
“Mine.”
Her heart skipped a beat. “Yes. I’m all yours.”
“And thank God for that.”
Suddenly, he moved. Reaching down, he pulled something out of the pocket of his jeans. The buzzing of the egg stopped.
“Over on your hands and knees, darling.”
Excitement rolled through her as she quickly moved into position. He knelt behind her, running his hands over her ass before tapping one cheek lightly. She moaned. He gave the other cheek a light smack.
“World’s most amazing ass.”
She grinned over her shoulder at him, and wiggled her bottom. Another smack, this one harder. “Tease.”
She let out a chuckle which soon turned into a moan as he hit her bottom a few more times, warming it up. Heat filled her body. She needed him. Wanted him inside her. Then he reached lower, fingers dipping inside her as he withdrew the egg, putting it on the bed beside her.
She felt his teeth scrape over her warm ass. She groaned. Fuck.
“Yeah, my baby liked her present.”
No denying that. Even if it had felt like torture at the time, it was the most delicious kind. Clint moved, rolling onto his back beneath her. He grasped hold of her hips, pulling her down to his mouth. She gasped as he used his tongue to flick her clit then he moved lower, thrusting his tongue inside her.
“Clint!” she screamed. She was so close already. And she didn’t want to come without him inside her.
He played with her a bit more, until she was gasping, her legs shaking as she did her best to hold back her orgasm. Thankfully, he moved again, back onto his knees. He settled himself in behind her before sinking himself deep.
She arched, her head going back, taking all of him. Clenching around him, she reached up to hold onto the headboard as he thrust hard and fast inside her. Claiming her. Even though she was already his.
Utterly and totally his.
He moved his finger between her legs, toying with her clit and she reached that peak. Then crashed over.
“That’s it, baby. Come for me. Squeeze me tight. Shit. Shit.” She heard his cry as he came and she slumped forward onto the mattress, completely spent. He gave her his weight for just a few brief seconds before ro
lling to her side and drawing her up and over him.
She collapsed on top of him like a rag doll.
“If this is what the next eleven days have in store for me, I think I’m gonna die,” she told him.
His chest moved, nearly shaking her off as he laughed.
She just lay there and smiled, completely content.
“Baby, I’m gonna go grab some more wood out of the woodshed and stack it under the porch,” Clint told Charlie as he pulled on his boots.
She looked up from where she’d been concentrating on her coloring book. She held it up to him. “What do ya think, Daddy?”
“Looks great, darling,” he told her warmly. He was glad that Charlotte stuck mainly to using coloring books where she just colored between the lines. Unlike Ellie who liked to create pictures. He could never tell what the hell they were.
“I’ll come help, Daddy.” She jumped to her feet.
“You will not. You’ll stay in here where it’s warm.”
“I’m a good helper.”
He gave her a nod. “You are. You can help cook dinner. Inside. Where it’s warm. And you won’t catch a cold.” Charlotte was, of course, the better cook. But when she was firmly in Little headspace, he treated her like the four-year-old she associated as being. Four-year-old’s got to help. They did not get to operate the stove or deal with anything hot.
She rolled her eyes. “Daddy, you don’t catch a cold from being cold.”
“Says who?”
“Sesame Street,” she replied immediately.
“I don’t think that you learned that on Sesame Street.” Although, who knew. What he did know was she wasn’t coming out into the cold to help.
“Bottom down and the next time you roll those pretty eyes, you’ll spend some time staring at the corner.”
She immediately sat. He thought that might work.
Fifteen minutes later, Clint walked back into the cabin and dumped a load of wood by the door. Then he pulled off his boots and jacket. Shit, it was cold out there. Snow was coming, he could feel it in the air.
Hmm, it was unusually quiet. “Charlotte?”
He frowned, looking around. Her coloring book and pens lay on the coffee table. Could be she was in the bathroom. But then why wouldn’t she answer him?
“Darling, where are you?” He stepped forward. Surely, she wouldn’t have snuck outside. . .if she had, she was in a world of trouble.
“Boo!” a scream came from behind him and he turned, thanking his reflexes as he managed to catch her when she jumped straight at him. Little minx must have been waiting behind the door to surprise him.
“You little brat!”
She was laughing like a loon. “You should have seen your face! I got you good, Daddy!”
She certainly had. He grinned then picked her up and threw her gently onto the couch. He knelt before she could move away and started to tickle her.
“Daddy! Daddy! No!!”
“This is what happens when you give Daddy a fright,” he told her. “You get tickled. Could have given me a heart attack.”
“I’m sorry. . .Daddy!” she screeched as he continued to tickle her, curling up into a ball to protect herself. “I know. . .how ancient. . .you are!”
“Ancient? Ancient!”
“Stop, Daddy! Stop! I’s gonna pee myself!”
He stopped immediately, smiling down at her. “I’m thinking coming here was the best idea I’ve had in a while.”
“Yeah, Daddy.” She grinned back. “It was.”
He stood and helped her up then walked back to the pile of wood he’d left at the door. “Right, I’ll put this wood next to the fire then we’ll get dinner ready. How does that sound?”
“I’ll help.” She reached down and grabbed a piece of wood. Immediately, she let out a cry of pain and dropped the piece of wood, which came close to landing on her foot.
“Baby, what is it?”
“Splinter. I got a splinter. Owie.” She grasped hold of her hand, holding it up to show him the splinter caught under the skin of her palm, right beneath her index finger.
“Oh, my poor little darling. Let Daddy have a look.” He took gentle hold of her hand and held it up.
“Is it bad? Are you gonna have to chop my hand off?” she asked. Her wide eyes glimmered with tears and her lower lip trembled.
He pretended to think about that. “It’s touch and go.”
She let out a small sob and tears started dripping down her face. “Hey now. Don’t worry, baby girl. Daddy can fix everything.”
“Are you gonna kiss it better?”
“As soon as I get the splinter out.”
Before he had a chance to take a breath, she’d wrenched her hand out of his hold and was across the room. She had her hand clasped against her chest and was shaking her head at him.
“Charlotte, what—”
“No, Daddy,” she told him firmly.
He frowned. “No, what?”
“Nope, you’re not getting it out. That will hurt.”
He raised his eyebrows, trying to bite back a grin. “And it doesn’t hurt now?”
“It’s okay.”
He shook his head. “Little darling, it needs to come out. You go sit on the sofa and Daddy will find a needle to dig it out.”
She stared at him. Her face filled with horror. “A needle to dig it out? No way, Daddy.”
“Charlotte,” he injected some firmness into his voice, even though he thought she was cute as hell. “It can’t stay in there.”
“Yes, it can. Its going to be my new friend. I’ll call it Sally Splinter.”
He rolled his eyes heavenward, searching for patience. And the discipline not to burst into laughter.
“Baby girl. It’s not staying in your hand. It will get infected and it will keep hurting. It will only take me a few seconds to get it out.”
She shook her head again.
Hmm. So this wasn’t working. “You let Daddy get it out without fussing and I’ll let you have some ice cream after dinner.”
“Do I gots to eat all my veggies too?”
“Half of them.”
She seemed to ponder that. “You promise it won’t hurt?”
“I’ll do my best. And I’ll give you special, magical Daddy kisses after.”
She did some more thinking.
“Otherwise, we’ll have to pack up and go back to the ranch so Doc can get it out.”
“You can get it out, Daddy,” she said quickly.
Yeah, he thought that might do it.
“That’s my brave girl. Come here.” He crooked a finger at her. She moved slowly towards him. He pulled her into his chest, careful not to bump her hand. “Daddy will make it all better. I promise.”
She sighed. “You always do, Daddy.”
“You’re being very good, little girl. Just a little more.”
Charlie sucked in a breath, trying to stop herself from bursting into tears as Daddy dug the splinter out of her hand. It hurt. And she had to close her eyes tight so she didn’t see the needle going in. Daddy had sat her on the kitchen counter and had her little hand in his big one.
“Almost got it. It’s in deep. Well done, baby girl. There it is.”
“Is it out?” she asked, keeping her eyes scrunched shut.
“Sure is. Want to see it?”
She opened her eyes and stared at the little splinter. “It’s huge.”
Clint grinned at her. “Enormous, baby. What a tough little thing you are. Daddy’s very proud of you for being so brave.”
Actually, she thought she’d been basically a wimp. But his words filled her with warmth and she smiled.
“Brave enough to deserve two helpings of ice cream?” she asked in a hopeful voice.
“Don’t push it,” he told her. “You know you’re not supposed to move the wood and you picked it up anyway. Daddy isn’t very happy about that.”
“Sorry, Daddy,” she told him.
“Let’s put a little disinfectant
on it.” He spread some on and it stung.
“Ow. Ow. Owie.”
“Nearly there.” A princess band-aid went on next.
“Now for some magical kisses.” He laid several light kisses on her owie. Then stepped back, looking down at her. “Well? How does it feel?”
She thought about it then gave him a smile and a nod. “Lots better, Daddy.”
He ran the back of his hand over his forehead, as though wiping away sweat. “Whew, that was a tough operation, but I’m grateful I was able to prevent amputation and that my kisses are still magical.”
She giggled. “Daddy, you’re so funny.”
He kissed her nose. “And you, my darling girl are as sweet as can be.”
9
Bear and Ellie
Ellie moved out of the bathroom with more of a spring in her step than she’d had in ages. She hated to admit it, but she’d been really exhausted. The last few nights, not only had Bear ensured that she went down for a nap in the afternoons, he’d also put her down early each night. Not something she was generally a fan of, but he had his own way of getting her to sleep.
Which included giving her a spectacular orgasm each night. Yum.
He’d also taken over or was helping her with a number of the jobs left for the wedding. In just over one week she’d be Mrs. Bear Macall. She giggled to herself.
Humming, she walked over to where he usually left her a note. She was totally getting into this Christmas advent thing. The first day, Bear had given her a task. Which was to be naked and lying on the bed, legs spread wide, when he came home for lunch. That had been awesome. It had also felt a little naughty. The second day had been a gift. Some pink, sparkly hair ties.
She opened the note for today.
Good morning, baby girl.
Daddy’s task for you today is to create him a big Christmas-themed picture. I’ve put all your coloring pencils and crafting material on the coffee table for you. You’re not to do anything else this morning, except create this picture.
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