Santa's Naughty Helpers

by Elizabeth Knox

  “I want that more than anything I’ve ever wanted in my life,” he reassured her as he tilted her slightly back away from his body to meet her gaze. “I’m not planning on letting you get away. You’re mine, Little girl.” He pressed a soft kiss to her lips before stepping away.

  “Now that you’ve reassured your Daddy you’re not running away, I think it’s time that you put on your elf costume. We don’t want to be late for all the kids,” he directed.

  Grinning at him in delight, Erika nodded before scurrying down the hallway to the bathroom where she had changed before. As she closed the door behind her, she saw the cheerful elf outfit waiting for her. Scrambling into the familiar apparel, she noted in the mirror that her cheeks had extra color and that her eyes sparkled. It was all because of him. Crossing her fingers, Erika looked at her reflection and hoped with all her force that this could last.

  The day flew past. Each time Erika escorted a new child to Santa, the sight of Patrick sitting in the large velvet chair made her heart beat faster. The memory of the pleasure he’d lavished on her in that very spot kept her wanting his touch. By the time the mall closed, Erika hoped that her drenched panties had not created a wet spot on the back of her outfit.

  Not wanting to assume anything, she gathered her lunchbox and the sack of clothing Beth had given her with the new dresses and her casual clothes folded inside. She turned at the feel of his warm hand low on her back. Erika bit her lower lip to keep herself from asking, “What happens now?”

  “I have dinner waiting for us at my house. Will you come home with me?” he asked her as he scanned her face.

  “Yes,” she answered simply. There really was nothing else she needed to say. The car ride to his house was quiet. They didn’t exchange any meaningless small talk. Each enjoyed the other’s company.

  Holding his hand, Erika’s mind raced with all the possibilities. Would he show her the nursery? Was he going to ask her to spend the night? The last question made her clench her thighs together. She wanted nothing more than to be held in his arms.

  “Stay here. I will get your door, Little girl.”

  When he slid out of the car after parking in the garage, Erika waited inside. To her surprise, Patrick leaned in the door instead of helping her step out. He placed her pink lunchbox on her lap and looped the shopping bag around one hand before scooping her up into his arms. “Hold on to my neck, sweetheart.”

  She followed his directions immediately, before protesting, “I can walk.”

  “Daddy gets to carry his Little girl when he wants. Your first trip inside is important. We want to remember this.” His fit body maneuvered her easily through the door. “Put your lunchbox on the table,” he directed as he leaned forward to allow her to reach it easily.

  Erika tried to see into all the charmingly decorated rooms they passed, but Patrick only allowed her a glimpse as he strode forward quickly. When he stopped at a closed white wooden door decorated with a pink heart wreath, she automatically knew this was the nursery. Her eyes leapt to his face.

  “Open the door, Erika.”

  She wrapped her fingers around the doorknob to twist and then push it open. Patrick carried her into the room before sitting in a large armchair in one corner of the room. Erika found herself wrapped in his arms on his lap. Once again, Santa held his Little elf. She leaned against him for reassurance as her gaze darted over all that the nursery held.

  Each piece of furniture expected to be in a baby’s room was pleasingly arranged throughout the large room. Only here, all were adult size. The beautiful walnut crib held a full-sized mattress. The lacy bed linens beckoned to her. She knew just by sight they would be crisp yet soft. A table with a padded top sat nearby with the jumble of jars and other supplies. Her eyes lingered on the vast chest. A cheerful elf dressed much like she sat on top of a mound of toys.

  “Drink, Little girl,” Patrick enjoined. He brushed something soft against her lips, and she opened her mouth automatically.

  A drop of warm, sweet liquid landed on her tongue, and she swallowed, pulling more of the delicious concoction into her mouth. Realizing that she was drinking from a bottle, Erika looked at Patrick to check if this was what he wanted her to do. His gentle smile completely reassured her. She wiggled a bit in his arms to lie back.

  “That’s my good Little.”

  His praise meant—everything. Erika didn’t know why she wanted to please him. She just knew it made her feel good. From the pleased expression on Patrick’s face, it made him feel good as well. Held in his arms, she felt like they protected her from the hustle and bustle of life and all the struggles that went along with it. That’s what had attracted her to those stories. The Littles were so lucky to find their one. The Daddy who sought only to make them happy and to take care of them. Could Patrick be hers?

  Erika never wanted to finish this bottle. She wanted to freeze this moment in time. But all too soon, Patrick set the empty container on the table nearby. Waiting for him to move her off his lap, Erika studied the beautiful room, trying to absorb all the details so she could remember this forever.

  “What do you think of the nursery, Erika? Do you think you could be happy here?”

  “I have never seen anything like this. It is absolutely the most beautiful room ever.”

  “Over on the toy chest, there is someone special waiting for you. Would you like to go get your stuffie?”

  Pushing against his legs to sit up, Erika looked over to the plush that had captured her attention earlier. The elf’s costume looked almost exactly like the one she was still wearing. Torn between wanting to see the toy closer and hating to leave his lap, Erika hesitated. She didn’t know what to do.

  “Go get the toy and come right back here. Daddy needs to hold you close for a long time.”

  That was just what she needed to hear. Erika let him help her up to her feet. Dashing across the room, she skidded to a stop when she heard, “No running!” This time at a more leisurely pace, she continued on her path to the chest. Erika leaned over to look the stuffed elf eye to eye. To her delight, she discovered that it was a bunny elf with big floppy ears that streamed down its back. After a few seconds of silent communication, Erika reached forward to scoop the bunny into her arms. Hugging her close, she turned to rush back to her Daddy.

  Immediately, he scooped her up to sit across his thighs. With one hand wrapped around her waist to make sure she was safe, Patrick cuddled her against him. “Would you like to introduce me to your new friend?”

  “This is Floppette,” she introduced as she stretched the rabbit’s ears out to their full glory. “She became an elf in Santa’s workshop after she mistakenly jumped onto his sleigh while he was delivering presents. Santa couldn’t turn her out in the cold of the North Pole, so he offered her a position as the first bunny elf in his workshop.”

  “That’s a true honor to be the first,” Patrick marveled.

  “Floppette is one-of-a-kind. No other animals get to be elves. I just don’t know how she got the exact same elf’s costume that I have.” Erika smoothed the cute outfit into place. “The only thing she doesn’t have is my hat. Do you think she doesn’t have one because of her ears?”

  “I bet Santa made an exception for her.”

  “Santa’s pretty special. Do you think he brought us together? Did he get my Christmas list that I’d mailed to the North Pole?” she asked, peeking up at Patrick.

  “What did you ask for?”

  “The one thing that I didn’t think I could find on my own—a Daddy,” she confessed.

  “He must have. I think he got mine as well.”

  “Daddy! Did you ask Santa for Little girl?” Erika gasped in surprise as she searched his face.

  “I figured Santa would know all the good Little girls. Those who grew up on the outside but still needed to be Little on the inside. Thank goodness he wrapped you up in a bow, or in this case a cute elf’s outfit, so I’d recognize you,” Patrick said, leaning in to press a kiss against he
r lips. Raising his head slightly, he requested, “Can you call me Daddy again?”

  “Daddy?” she whispered, scrutinizing him. To her delight, she watched a delighted smile spread his lips. Passion and promise filled his next kiss. She sensed that he viewed her as the best Christmas present ever.

  Several long minutes later when her Daddy lifted his head, Erika whispered, “What we do now?”

  “I’d like you to come live here with me, to stay in your nursery and sleep in your Daddy’s arms. I need to have you close,” Patrick shared.

  “So quickly?” she squeaked.

  “We don’t have to follow anyone else’s timeline but our own. If you need more time, then we’ll slow down. I’ve already decided. I know that you’re the Little I’ve been searching for,” he reassured her. “Are you ready to stay here with your Daddy?”

  “We could try it? You know, like for a few days?”

  “I’ll take you any way I can get you into my life. Be warned that I will try to convince you to stay forever.”

  “Forever sounds incredible,” she answered with wonder and hope.

  Her Daddy pulled her tightly against his body and held her silently for several quiet moments. Erika felt invisible bonds being forged between them. They hadn’t known each other for very long, but she couldn’t deny the rightness that she felt in his arms. She allowed herself to hope.

  Chapter Six

  The monsters that sometimes appeared in her dreams scared Erika awake. Sitting up in the beautiful crib, she took deep breaths, trying to calm herself down as she hugged Floppette to her chest. She’d been so tired after all the physical work at Santa’s Playground and the emotional stress of being truthful about her desires. After feeding her dinner, she’d discovered just how much control her Daddy would exert.

  After being sent in to take a shower alone, Erika emerged draped in an oversize, borrowed T-shirt. Her Daddy had rocked her in this beautiful nursery while feeding her another bottle of the delicious formula. She must have fallen asleep, and he’d tucked her into the crib.

  While she appreciated that he wasn’t rushing her, Erika wanted to be with him. Quickly deciding to join her Daddy, Erika scooted to the edge and hopped over the lowered railing to land on the floor. She stretched back in to snag one of her stuffie’s long ears that lolled within her reach. She couldn’t leave Floppette here alone with the bad dreams.

  Tiptoeing through the nursery illuminated by one small lamp, Erika peeked out into the hallway. It was totally black. She almost turned around but forced herself to be brave and crept through the darkened passageway to where she remembered her Daddy’s room was. Once inside, she hesitated. Am I doing the right thing?

  The lure of his soft breathing drew her forward. Her eyes were adjusting slowly to the darkness, and she could see the outline of his body as she got closer. He slept in the middle of the enormous bed. There was room on each side of him for a Little girl to snuggle into the covers. Trying to be sneaky, Erika inched around the mattress and slowly lifted the covers.

  Only one leg still remained outside of the covers when her Daddy turned around. Erika gasped in surprise as he wrapped a strong arm around her waist and pulled her across the mattress. When he didn’t say anything, she decided he must be asleep. Taking advantage of the closeness, she relaxed her muscles to cuddle against him.

  “I wondered if I needed to raise that railing,” his sleepy voice rasped over her.

  “I had a bad dream, and Floppette got scared. Is it okay that we’re here?”

  “Definitely. Close your eyes, Little girl. Floppette needs her sleep so she’s not a grumpy elf tomorrow,” her Daddy softly urged.

  Held close to his warmth, Erika followed his instructions. Her eyes were so very heavy. She wanted to stay awake for a bit to treasure this time in his arms. Erika yawned a few times before giving in to her exhaustion and falling asleep. Somehow, she felt secure and protected in her Daddy’s bed. No monsters could get her here.

  The next time her eyes blinked open, tendrils of light peeked through the wooden blinds. Warm lips pressed kisses to the curve of her neck. “Mmm!” she murmured as she turned to look at the man behind her. Before she could say any more, his mouth slanted over hers.

  Deepening the kiss when she gasped lightly in surprise, Patrick explored her mouth. His taste filled her mouth and dispelled her worries about morning breath. She reveled in his flavor as his tongue swept through her mouth. This is what I want to wake up to every morning.

  Lifting her arms to encircle his neck, Erika clung to the handsome man pressed against her. His scent filled her nostrils—warm and oh so male. She scooted her hips forward to push her pelvis brazenly against his. There was no denying his arousal. His thick shaft pressed against her low belly. A quiver of anticipation rolled over her as she traced Patrick’s toned shoulder muscles. When his mouth lifted, Erika chased his lips with hers.

  “Little girl, are you sure you’re ready to take this step? I’ll never let you go after making you mine.”

  “Please,” she urged, leaning forward to press her mouth tentatively against his. Instantly, her handsome man took control. His hands swept under the large T-shirt, whisking it up to her shoulders. When she lifted her hands over her head, he pulled it completely off and tossed the soft material to the side of the bed. She shivered as his gaze ran over her body. He’d seen her mostly naked before, but old insecurities reared their ugly heads.

  Caressing fingers explored the flesh he had exposed. When he cupped her breast to lift the sensitive flesh to his mouth, Erika watched in fascination. His lips wrapped around her beaded nipple, sucking it inside the fierce heat. Her eyes rolled upward as the pleasure built. Patrick fueled it with a sharp nip to the peak, followed by a soothing brush of his tongue. To her delight, he repeated this erotic treatment to her other needy tip.

  When his body lifted slightly from hers, Erika stroked his chest and abdomen. Trying to memorize his body with her fingertips, she traced the muscles etched into his flesh. His was definitely not a Santa physique.

  As his touch moved lower, she rolled onto her back. Inviting his touch, she drew him with her. Erika shifted her thighs away from each other when his fingers traced over her trimmed mound. She moaned low in her throat when he tugged at the silky hair.

  “Little girls don’t need this big-girl hair. We’ll take care of this soon.” When she looked away, regretting disappointing him, he pinched her chin to turn her back to face him. “You are beautiful in all ways. Daddy just wants to help you be Little. Will you let me take care of you?”

  Reassured by his expression and words, Erika nodded eagerly. The fingers of his other hand had not ceased moving. After caressing the seam of her labia, Patrick eased his fingertips in between to explore the wetness gathered there. She focused on the feel of his touch moving through her slick folds. He did not allow her to be embarrassed or to hold back. His touch demanded her attention and her response. Small sounds of enjoyment whispered from her mouth.

  “Let Daddy hear your sweet sighs, my Little elf. You are safe here,” Patrick reassured her.

  Her consciousness focused on the two of them together. Nothing else mattered. Erika swept her hands down his toned body but froze, remembering his previous caution. “Can I touch you?” she asked, staring at his large erection thrusting upward.

  “You have my permission, Erika. Thank you for asking. I think that deserves a reward, don’t you?” he asked as his finger alternated between tapping lightly on her clitoris or circling it.

  “Yes,” she sighed, wrapping her fingers around his shaft and trying to divide her attention between the throbbing flesh in her hands and his tempting touch between her legs. Soon she abandoned all rational thought and just allowed herself to feel as his fingers pressed into her tight channel. Erika knew that he was preparing her as he scissored those digits inside her, pleasuring her with slow glides. She’d never had a lover who was so endowed. A tremor of scared anticipation zinged through her body.
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  When Patrick leaned away from her, she protested without thinking, “No!”

  “I’ll be right back, my elf. I want to protect you,” Patrick reassured her.

  Erika watched as he removed a small packet from the nightstand and ripped it open. Biting her lip in anticipation as he rolled the condom onto his erection, she couldn’t keep her hands away from his addictive skin. She eagerly helped him shift between her legs and press himself against her drenched opening.

  His eyes locked with hers as Patrick pressed himself into her body. The slight burn of her stretching tissue heightened her arousal as one of his hands slid below her to cradle her bottom. He moved forward in small bursts before withdrawing to start again. There were no abrupt movements—just incredibly controlled thrusts as he rubbed against all the sensitive areas that she had revealed to him earlier.

  Her first climax crashed over her, leaving her panting in the aftermath. His motion increased in speed, extending her orgasm as he finally pressed fully inside her body. She’d never felt so full. The sensation took her breath away as those tingles rebuilt in front of her. Erika wrapped her legs around his torso. Their movements quickened and became more urgent as they moved against each other.

  When his hand below her bottom slid lower to press his fingers between her full buttocks, Erika held her breath. This was so forbidden. No one had ever touched her here. He wouldn’t want her here, would he?

  “Aaah!” she moaned as one of his digits spread her slick juices over that clenched opening and pressed inside.

  “A Little girl needs her Daddy’s attention everywhere. There is no part of your body that I will not touch, Erika.”

  His low voice fueled that heat between her legs. She understood how complete his dominance would be. Her body responded to the arousing touch with another torrent of pleasure. Patrick increased his movement and ground against that bundle of nerves at the top of her channel to prolong her climax. When another crashed over her, she screamed into the growing light of the room. This time, the contractions of her body forced him to release his ironclad control to join her in ecstasy.