Chapter 53
Poppy
On the eighth day of Christmas, Santa gave to me- Eight licks of candy cane.
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"Get on the rug, now,"
I know I would be mad or something but my legs carried me the rug in front of the fireplace. It was thick, soft and warm from the fire.
Sebastian crouched beside me. Still naked, his c**k dangling so deliciously out. My mouth watered at the sight and my fingers curled. I want to grab his c**k and kiss it.
Then tease the slit with my tongue the way Daddy liked it.
Would that make him less mad at me?
He held the candy cane up between us, the strawberry scent teasing my nose.
"You want it?" he said.
"Yes, Daddy," I said immediately.
"Then be a good girl and take what Daddy gives you." His other hand settled on my breast and I arched into it. "And mayb
