Christmas Daddy: A DDLG MC Western Crossover

by March, Daisy

  “How’d you end up back here anyway? I thought the bank took it.”

  “They did. I got disability when I left the army, on account of this.” He tapped his right ear.

  “What?”

  “Deaf in there. IED went off right next to me.”

  “Oh my God, really?”

  “Fucked that ear and did a fair bit of nerve damage but I got lucky. Two of my men didn’t make it out of there alive.”

  “Jesus, Jack. I’m so sorry.”

  “My fault. People tend to get hurt around me.” He fell silent for a moment. “Still, enough of that shit. I took the money they gave me and gave it to the bank and got this place back. It had been empty so long I think they were just glad to have it off their hands.

  “I’ve been working on getting it back up to how it was but it’s a big job, especially when there’s some days my nerves play up and this hand starts shaking like I’m trying to jerk off for the first time.”

  Holly coughed into her milk, spraying it upward over her face.

  “Sorry,” he said. “Living on your own. You get used to saying the first thing that comes into your head.” He drained his own glass. “I need to get back out there. Rex isn’t going to sit by the door all day.”

  “Rex? Was that the horse you were on?”

  “Hardest to ride but most rewarding. No, you can’t come riding before you ask. You need to rest.”

  “Oh, come on.”

  “Don’t pout at me. If you’re good and rest today, I’ll take you out riding tomorrow.”

  She grinned. “Promise?”

  “You be good while I’m gone, you promise that?”

  “Yes,” she said, before adding the word, “Daddy,” deliberately while watching his face.

  His expression changed but she couldn’t tell what it meant. Then he was gone and she was left looking at his empty seat. She’d noticed his walk was slightly lopsided but hadn’t wanted to ask why.

  That explained the scars on his cheek too, the faded ones that looked like old burns. She felt so sorry for him in that moment. He’d signed up to help his country and had been spat back out and forgotten about.

  He was still a strong man though. She watched through the window as he rode off on Rex, not looking back. Was it wrong for her to think of herself being gripped by those firm thighs of his?

  “Daddy,” she muttered to herself, wishing she was brave enough to just come out and ask him if he was a Daddy, if he’d heard of Littles.

  Suddenly the kitchen looked a mess again. He’d told her to rest. She smiled to herself, picking up the nearest cloth and starting to clean.

  6

  Jack

  * * *

  It had been a long day. Jack had wanted to check in on Holly but he got stuck clearing snow. The drive took a while but the path from the paddock to the stable took longer.

  Making his way through the neverending list of jobs, he ticked off a couple of things but kept finding more that needed doing. The drainage in the lower field needed sorting or it would be a marsh when the snow melted.

  There was a tree dangerously close to toppling near the road by Greg’s bar. He’d have to make that a priority, as long as the chainsaw was willing to play ball. He desperately needed a new one but the money wasn’t there.

  It was dark by the time he got back to the house. His arms ached, his feet felt heavy, and all he wanted was sleep. Then he saw twinkling lights inside as he approached and he remembered why. Holly was in there. She’d decorated for Christmas.

  The thought of her took the weight out of his limbs and a lightness swept over him. She was in there. His little girl. Although he’d told her to rest and she’d decorated for Christmas. She deserved a spanking for that.

  Don’t think like that, he told himself. She wasn’t his Little to spank. She was a woman who was down on her luck and needed some work. She had given no hint that she wanted anything more.

  Didn’t stop him smiling as he made his way up the steps to the back door that led into the kitchen. He imagined himself as her Daddy, taking her over his knee, teaching her the kind of lesson she needed after refusing to rest.

  He walked inside and wasn’t sure he was in the right house. The kitchen was spotless, sparkling brightly in the glow of the Christmas lights. The floor was pure white, the tiles looking like new. Even the sink looked like it had been replaced.

  He walked slowly through to the lounge, not sure what had happened. He found out in the next room. Holly was on all fours, bent over by the TV unit, sweeping out dust from underneath it.

  Beside her was a tree that she must have dragged down from the loft. It was decorated with ornaments and colorful lights he didn’t recognize.

  He was struck by the sight of her perfect ass in that dress he’d bought her, the slightest hint of her panties visible as she bent further over.

  For a moment he could nothing but stare at her. Then a sudden urge to spank her overtook him. He had told her to rest. She had cleaned and decorated. It looked as if she’d spent the entire day doing it.

  “I thought I told you to take it easy,” he said.

  She leaped upright, banging her head on the TV unit. “Ow,” she said, rubbing it as she looked guiltily at him. “Sorry. I wanted to make it look nice for you. You look done in. Merry. Christmas!”

  “You were supposed to be resting.”

  “I know,” she said, brushing the mantelpiece with the cloth in her hand, lifting a toy polar bear out of the way. “Please don’t be angry with me.”

  He folded his arms, getting caught in the moment. “You’ve disobeyed me,” he said, taking a slow step toward her. “I warned you about that, didn’t I?”

  “Uh-huh.” She looked at the floor, unable to meet his eye.

  He walked up to her, lifting her chin so she was staring at him with those big eyes of hers. “I’m sorry,” she mumbled. “Have I been bad?”

  His cock twitched. “Daddy is disappointed in you,” he growled. “If you’re going to work here, you need to do as you’re told. No let ups just because it’s Christmas.”

  She swallowed, saying nothing. He managed to keep the smile from his face, knowing he had her. “You will have to be punished for disobeying me,” he said, slipping his hand over her cheek, feeling the softness of her skin.

  “Will I?” There was fear in her voice but also a hint of excitement. That was when he was sure.

  “Bend over,” he said, pointing to the round table in the corner of the room.

  She walked over to it, placing her hands on either side, gripping it tightly, her ass pointed back at him, the hem of her dress sliding up her thighs.

  Walking over, he didn’t pause to think. Grabbing her dress, he lifted it up her back, letting go only to grab her panties and yank them down to her thighs.

  Her ass looked as good as he’d hoped, curvy pale skin that invited his hand to turn it red.

  “You need to do as you’re told,” he said in a stern voice, raising his hand in the air, “don’t you?”

  His hand flew down, landing with a loud smack on her right buttock. She gasped in shock, the table wobbling as momentum shot her forward.

  “Keep still,” he snapped. “After each spank you will thank me, is that understood?”

  “Yes,” she said.

  “Yes, Daddy,” he said. “Get it right.” Another spank to her buttock, the skin turning red as he raised his hand again.

  “Yes, Daddy,” she said, her voice weak. “Thank you, Daddy.”

  He spanked her other buttock, hitting right in the middle, watching her reaction, his cock rock hard already.

  “Thank you, Daddy,” she said in a ragged voice.

  He whipped his hand down, landing several quick blows in succession.

  Her breath vanished and she collapsed onto the table, her legs shaking. “Ow,” she said. “It hurts, Daddy.”

  “Remember this next time you think about disobeying me.” He smacked lower, hitting the tops of her thigh
s.

  “Thank you, Daddy.”

  “Now reach behind you and spread your cheeks apart.”

  “Do I have to, Daddy? It’s embarrassing.”

  “That’s the point. I want you to feel ashamed. Do it.”

  He watched as she leaned behind herself, taking hold of her burning red buttocks, easing them apart, her knees shuffling wider. From where he stood he could see her tiny little hole perfectly.

  It invited his tongue toward it but he resisted, moving his gaze down to her pussy which glistened with wetness. Was she enjoying this more than she was letting on?

  “Stay like that until I say otherwise,” he said, walking away from her. He glanced back a moment later, pleased to see she was remaining in position.

  He settled on the couch, picking up a book and pretending to read it, looking up at her every few seconds. He wanted to go over and fuck her but he knew he needed to wait. Things were already moving faster than he’d expected and the last thing he wanted was to rush.

  “Come here,” he said when he could wait no longer.

  He watched her walk over, her panties sliding down to her ankles. She had to shuffle the last few steps but she did it, stopping in front of him. “Will you rest next time I tell you to rest?” he asked.

  “Yes, Daddy,” she replied, her eyes wide, her cheeks flushed, her chest heaving. “I promise.”

  “Then you can have a special gift. What would you like for a present?”

  She grinned at him. “I get to choose?”

  “What would you like, little girl?

  She glanced down at his pants. “I can’t say.”

  “Tell me.”

  “I can’t, it’s too embarrassing.”

  He folded his arms, putting on his sternest voice. “What is it? Out with it or you’ll earn another spanking.”

  “I want to see your…” She nodded down at his pants.

  “Say the word, Holly. What do you want to see?”

  “Your cock, Daddy. Can I see your cock?”

  7

  Holly

  * * *

  Holly watched as he stared at her. Had she gone too far?

  Her ass was stinging from the spanking, her panties around her ankles, but she was still filled with doubt.

  What if he didn’t want her? What if this was some kind of test?

  Could she really have gotten so lucky as to have found a Daddy to take care of her? Not only that but the man she’d watched for all those years. Could it really be him?

  She’d asked too much. She’d gone too far. He was going to tell her to leave. She just knew it.

  Jack smiled, undoing the button at the top of his pants. “Is that what my little girl wants as a reward?”

  She nodded greedily as he reached into his pants and took hold of his rigid shaft, drawing it out, squeezing it lightly, only letting her see the tip.

  She wanted to see it all. Her whole body ached, her pussy suddenly feeling empty, needing him in there.

  “Is that for me, Daddy?” she asked, sinking to her knees, licking her lips as she did so.

  “All yours,” he said. “If you promise to be good.”

  “Oh, I promise I will always be good.”

  He took hold of her head, drawing her onto the shaft. She caught a glance of it before it was in her mouth and she liked what she saw. It was big and solid, just like him.

  The heat of it on her tongue sent tingles through her body as he thrust toward the back of her throat. Did he know she’d never done this before?

  It didn’t matter. He guided her, giving her commands, telling her how to use her tongue, helping her to pleasure him.

  She started thrusting her head back and forth along the length of his shaft, loving the salty heat of it as he suddenly jerked himself out of her. “Did I do something wrong?” she asked.

  “No, my sweet little girl. It was too good. You nearly made me come.”

  “You could have done. I wouldn’t have minded.”

  “Not yet, darling. I have something to do first.”

  “What’s that?”

  He stood her up, his cock sticking obscenely forward out of his pants, pointing toward her. “Aftercare for the spanking,” he said, taking her hand and leading her upstairs to the bathroom.

  She kicked off her panties on the stairs, feeling deliciously naughty to be bare assed under her dress.

  In the bathroom, he reached into a drawer, bringing out two jars. “Soothing cream in this one,” he said, holding up his left hand. “And lube in that one. Bend over the bath for me.”

  She did as he said, feeling a cooling sensation on her buttocks a moment later. His hands rubbed cream into her ass, soothing the burning heat from the spanking.

  His hands then slipped between her buttocks, finding her hole, teasing around it before moving on.

  She remained perfectly still, not sure this wasn’t a dream. Had anything this good ever happened to anyone before?

  The sensation changed. She knew it was the other jar this time, his hand sliding over her, nudging between her cheeks again and then down to her pussy, sliding the lube all over it.

  “It tastes good, this stuff” he said, turning her around, lowering her onto a towel on the floor. “Like peppermint candy canes. Lift your knees for me.”

  He positioned himself between her legs, kissing her ankles, sliding her socks off, lifting her dress to her waist.

  Kissing higher, she tensed up at the sensation, letting out increasingly loud moans as he teased his way around her thighs, never touching the one place she needed him most.

  “Please,” she said, shifting her hips in place. “Please, Daddy.”

  “Is my little girl getting desperate?” he asked, sliding his hands over her pussy, avoiding her clit. “Do you want me to touch you here?”

  “Uh-huh.”

  “Ask me, then.”

  “Please, Daddy.”

  “What do you want me to do?”

  “Touch me, Daddy.”

  “Touch you where?” His fingers spread her folds apart, a cool breath hitting her on her clit, driving her wild.

  “My pussy. Please, touch my pussy.”

  His tongue was on her a moment later, flicking lightly around her clit, teasing her while his fingers slid downward, finding her entrance, nudging inside.

  “You have to come for Daddy,” he said, moving his tongue faster a moment later. “Can you do that for me?”

  “I will if you keep doing that.”

  She gripped the sides of the towel, thrusting her hips up at him as his tongue slid around her clit, bringing her to the edge of orgasm. He held her on that edge until she was groaning with frustration and only then did he say it.

  “Come for me.”

  She did as he commanded, his finger inside her, thrusting back and forth, his tongue moving expertly on her clit.

  She came a second later, a climax ripping through her like none she’d ever known. It tore through her body, sending her nerve endings wild. She cried out loud, her limbs shaking as he moved up her without her knowing.

  When she looked up, he was there.

  “I’m going to fuck you now,” he said, kissing her lips, his mouth tasting of her. “And when I do that means I own you. You’re mine forever. the perfect Christmas present.”

  “Do it,” she said. “Please, get inside me.”

  “You sure you want this?” He glanced down, stroking the tip of his cock over her clit. “No protection?”

  “Don’t care. Do it. Give it to me.” She clawed at his back, dragging his body down onto hers, utterly lost in the moment.

  He was inside her a second later, sliding deep into her, finally easing the emptiness she’d felt ever since seeing his cock. He fitted her perfectly, stretching her insides as he remained still for a moment, letting her body adjust.

  Only when he was sure, did he start to thrust, his pelvis rubbing on her clit, his mouth planting never-ending kisses on her.

  Reaching down
she felt his body, loving the hardness of his muscles through his shirt. “Fuck me,” she cried out with need. “Come in me, Daddy.”

  “Come for me,” he replied, grinding against her, thrusting faster. “Come for Daddy.”

  Her climax hit her before she even knew it was approaching. At the same moment she felt his cock twitching inside her and then as another orgasm tore through her, he spurted hot wetness deep into her pussy.

  Another thrust and more poured out of him, tipping her over the edge into yet another climax.

  They collapsed together on the bed, him softening gradually inside her until he slid out, rolling onto his side, kissing her neck.

  “You’re Daddy’s little girl now,” he said between embraces. “Forever.”

  8

  Jack

  * * *

  “Don’t get too settled,” Jack said when he saw her eyes beginning to close.

  “Aw,” she said with a whine. “Wanna sleep.”

  “Not yet,” he said, getting to his feet and pushing his cock back into his pants. “You need to brush your teeth and go pee.”

  “No, I don’t.”

  “You do as you’re told, my little girl or you’ll be in trouble.”

  “Sleep now.”

  He took hold of her hand, tugging it toward him. She yanked it back away from him. “You’re heading for a spanking,” he said, scooping her into his arms, carrying her through to the bathroom.

  “What’re you doing?” she asked. “Put me down.”

  He didn’t let her stand on her own feet until she was in front of the toilet.

  “Pee,” he said, walking back out of the bathroom. “Toothbrush is there for you. I’ll go find you some pajamas.”

  He rummaged in his room, knowing there was the pair he’d bought a year earlier, wondering if he’d ever get to use them. They were exactly the right size for Holly. Maybe his subconscious had known before him that she’d be coming back into his life.

  He carried them through, finding her brushing her teeth. “Good girl,” he said, staring at her naked body from the doorway. She looked so good, his cock twitched again despite it being so soon after coming.