Untitled chapter 2
Peaches
I never thought in a million years I’d ever see good old jolly Saint Nick in terms other than good old Santa. My bestie Sara always had a killer Christmas party every year. I avoided like the plague. I’d inevitably be single again and trying to make into a dress that didn’t fit. I loathed parties in general. All that was different this except the single part. I managed to get down to a dress size that didn’t make me want to stay under the covers while everybody else partied the night away for once.
People were just too much. I had too much anxiety for that. The big Victorian down the street was decked the halls was more festive than the house in Home Alone movies. Freshly dumped I was ready to stuff myself with some holiday spirits with my favorite family the Marshall’s.
For once I wasn’t carrying extra weight. I wore leather pants and a sweater that clung to my like skin. I prayed someone was as desperate as me. I had no idea what the evening had in store.
I envisioned a bachelor, Uncle or a divorced dad. After all, I got my nickname Peaches in college because I was a peach for everybody else, except myself. Men were as unattainable to me as super yachts in Europe.
“You made it!” Sarah, my childhood friend, squealed; half-drunk herself from the entry way. She threw a lit light necklace around my neck emphasizing my busty chest even more. “Wow, I barely recognized you. Your Ozempic really works.”
“I’m not on that.” I said, deadpan. Although I got this a lot, I had done it the hard way through diet, exercise, and somatic exercises connected to traumatic emotions trapped in my hip muscles. Before I could explain any of this, I had been seeing a therapist and I wasn’t ashamed of it, she was already being pulled literally by a few friends.
I didn’t follow.
This party was already a Rager of the century and the evening had just begun.
I did imagine the nefarious private lives of the most innocent-looking guests. Always the quiet ones. Always the ones that needs commitment were the ones most into roleplay. I envisioned leather whips and handcuffs away from Christmas parties that were not really my scene.
I was felt anti this year. Especially when I found the food tray. I happily had a few drinks alone by the fire happily by myself before a half-dressed Santa approached me. The beard was askew already, but the under shirt left nothing to the imagination of the chiseled muscle underneath.
“Hey, good looking?”
“Mr. Marshal?”
His face fell. “Danielle?”
No one had called me that in a while.
“Call me Peaches.” I corrected him, rather shyly. I smoothed out my sweater, making him check out my rack and everything else. The way he gave me a once over was awkward and very un-Sarah’s-Dad-like of him.
“You look great… want a drink?”
“Isn’t your wife hosting… Santa?” I asked, pointedly.
The man had the decency to redden around the collar, even if his eyes said it all. I wondered how drunk my Santa Daddy was. Or if the magic of Christmas had just stirred something in him. Nevertheless, he came back with a tray of Christmas cookies an eggnog. We settled near the fireplace away from prying eyes.
“How the hell are you?” Santa bit into sugar cookie, in a way that made me want him. His eyes roved over me like he saw like candy cane I was trying to go for.
“I just got dumped so I’ve been better.”
“Well, you don’t look like it at all.”
“Thank you.” I giggled fondly. “I didn’t know Santa daddy was a thing.”
“I lost a bet.” He admitted, bashfully.
“The jokes on them.” I said, my high heel digging into the bottom of velvet pants.
He roared and the laughter. I didn’t remember Mr. Marshal being as warm as hot cocoa but here he was. I expected to be tossed aside at any moment like men always did. Before I was scalded it sure was gonna be warm while I played with fire.
“You are not the Dani I remember.” Mr. Marshal said, fondly.
“Everybody calls me Peaches now.” I corrected him. “Are you gonna remind me I was fat.” I teased.
“That does suit you.” His smile was soft and fawning. “Call me Gabriel. I’d take you curvy, if you give me a smile like that. Eager to please daddy, ever been interested in been tied up?”
I found myself biting my lips and turning red faster than I ever recall. I had to admit I was a bit shocked, but I hid it well. I stuffed my mouth with cookies and eggnog. I marveled how charming how sexy an older man could be then. So much more commanding than their younger counterparts who would have fumbled in my experience.
In a mere moment before we got so rudely interrupted the way you do at parties; I enjoyed our moment. Some friends mocked his attire the way the middle-aged think it is funny to do. I mentally compared how not even a footballer or swimmer could make me warmer in this moment. Gabriel was too thin was Santa but was a powerfully built businessman that had gone to seed.
“What did you do to your wife to make her do this to you?” a grey-haired dame with a glass of gin cackled.
“You know the usual holidays crap.” Gab laughed it off. I read between the lines. Why was I so happy there was unhappiness in paradise?
“Who’s this?” One of their man friends asked, suspicious no doubt I had boobs and was enjoying life.
“This is an old friend and neighbor of Sarah’s.” Gabriel shrugged, careful not to even look at me now.
I excused myself then. The party was less enjoyable then.
I followed Sarah around playing hostess with her mom. I watched him from afar wanting him and unable to have. Sarah’s mom told the story about how he forgot cream cheese and eggs one day from the store.
To punish him he had to be half-naked at the party. I had the feeling only in a circle like theirs would being half-naked be such a punishment of shame. Personally, I didn’t get it all. I was sweating from wanting what was not mine. Seemed to be he was a typical man didn’t know where things were, and he got sick of calling her and getting yelled at and just went home without the items. His wife was one vindictive woman.
I wondered how long he had been punished by his wife. Before I could chastise myself for being a terrible person despite the years of highs and lows of friendship with the family.
I was dreaming of his breath was intoxicating aroma of cinnamon, spirits, sugar, and man. What was happening to me? My mind was spinning at the possibilities. As if I was awaiting my turn.
“Meet in the basement when no one is looking.” Gabriel breathed with such urgency; my stomach dropped.
I realized then he had been watching me the way I had been watching him, like magnets the whole night. At first, I tried to play it cool in denial. But then, I felt his gaze like a magnetism.
I didn’t know what to think about the fact that he was married. I knew it was my thing; I always wanted what I couldn’t have.
The fact that he was my best friend’s dad just made it all the more titillating. My feet wandered down their labyrinthine of a house away from where guests were. Much easier than I had ever imagined. I was more adventurous, exploring the house where no guest was supposed to go like a kitten wandering, mewing.
I laughed out loud even in their finish basement it was decked out like a Christmas card. The music and noise were like a distant rumble pleasantly faraway. My slight reluctance was washing over me and doubt that this could ever be happening to me. Could I handle this?
“Come on now?” Gab encouraged.
“You guys’ sure love Christmas around here.” I mused.
Gabriel smiled to himself ruefully. There was an electric fire going down here too. There was blush soft leather chairs he invited me on one under a soft throw. I enthusiastically joined him, even if this was so naughty.
“Forgive me, but it’s hard to get over how different you look.” He said, sincerely. “There’s something really different about you.”
I grinned.
The move I had been expecting was much subtler and surprisingly sweet as he pulled me close, kissing my neck first. Tracing each contour of my skin-tight leather pants. My mind was spinning. Was it daring?
Our eyes glowed by the lights that flashed around my neck. I suddenly loved the holidays. I would never dare this come spring. The basement was suddenly brighter than the sun in a way.
“You are the envy of every middle-aged harpy up there.” Gab whispered, his desire catching in his throat. “Every guy wants to be me right now.”
“Yeah right.”
“Okay, maybe not the gay ones.” Santa Daddy admitted. “But you should hear my wife talk about those pants.”
“If you take these off, they won’t come off.” I vowed.
“You promise?” He growled with such vehemence he sounded like a beast. I liked it.
I studied the mood in his eye. I could see he wanted me more than I even wanted him.
This was my undoing.
“Makes me wonder what I ever did to deserve all this for Christmas.”
His eyes sparkled and he leaned in closer, very controlled. I reflected the secret crush I had on him I had on him as a kid, sending the thrill to new heights. I could sense a need for me I could not understand Gabriel seemed so perfect in his perfect house. I had this strange feeling he was keeping something from me. My heart sank. Of course he was---his wife.
I tried to enjoy the moment when our lips finally touched the heat was like fire, consuming. Pursuing me to the couch, rough like craved.
Our lips touched things got steamy. There was not enough him and I didn’t have enough hands either. He tasted even better this way too that I hmmed as if he was a Christmas cookie and not a man. He matched me back his own way. I pulled the ridiculous beard away.
Time stood still for a moment.
I knew no one would look at me the way he was gazing at me, then. As if seeing for the first time. A blind man might have less admiration than him. At first, I had to play the dance that I didn’t want this. I wanted him so bad.
“Are you sure you don’t want to go back to the party?” Daddy asked slowly.
I paused confused, my hand stroking. I knew that he was giving me one last chance to truly escape, and I shrugged.
“I’ve already had more than enough to drink.” I admitted.
Gabriel chuckled at this. “I’ve had a few eggnogs myself.” He sounded more sober than anyone I had ever known and that made it sexy knowing he could control his liquor and at the same time have a little fun.
“You seem very sober.” I told him at a loss of what to say now and that’s when he truly made his move.
There were a few tendrils of hair around my Santa hat. He tucked them behind my ear and stepped forward for the first time. This was truly intimate, so I blushed and tried to look away. I wondered why I couldn’t walk away, so I tested the waters.
“What would your wife think of this?” I asked, alluring. Assuming it was her. This was the wrong thing to say. Daddy chuckled heartedly, at the absurdity that he would ever feel anything for her. Dodging the question, he went to peel my pants, and I stopped him.
“What would I wear to get out of here?” I confessed, as if I admitted I was new to this.
“Right?” Gabriel said, seeing the real curse of skintight leather pants. His longing more naked than he ever meant to be.
I did not want to end up like Ross on Friends stuck in the bathroom in hot sticky leather pants with no way out.
I didn’t know how I felt about being his Christmas candy cane yet, but the damage was done by the time I was down to my lacey undies we were both doomed. He cleared his throat as if this could clear up his desire. I had no idea he was just making other plans in his head while I was making my own in mine.
I blamed the festive mood and the bet that gone array. He was just too hot of a sexy Santa. My plan to mount him playfully was scrapped and be sweat and lights was a thing of the past. I also envisioned red silk something out of old department store catalogue.
“Do remember singing in that Christmas pageant years ago?” Santa daddy teased, “You girls could never sing.”
We had the secret exchange with our eyes, and I knew alcohol had nothing to do with what was driving our connection. I suspected my teenage crush on him was not the only desire he had of me.
“Yeah…” I got the strange sense he was okay with that, more than okay.
I wasn’t used to people being as honest as he was being now. When he took another plunge towards my mouth, I was ready. The lust in me creeped up slowly and ignited in a passion that shocked me, making my legs feel like jelly.
This made my insides pool with a wetness I could not understand. I was not used to being turned on this much and I was horrified he’d find out I was his for utter taking.
“You’re Santa daddy. I know exactly what you want for Christmas.”
“I better be good this year for Santa then.”
The party was roaring above as I got on my knees and unbuckled his trousers. His Christmas package was everything I had hoped for deliciously thick hot rod. I licked his shaft playfully, as he chuckled, as if he couldn’t believe this was really happening.
I felt more alive than I ever as he sighed. His new heaving breaths like music to my ears. I realized the other thing that what felt surreal was every time I gazed into his eyes, he was looking back. I was lost in wonder. He greedily felt memorized my body the way his eyes did.
“Does your daddy know where you are right now?”
“I dunno I’m looking at him.” I said, silkily. I pulled my sweater over my head giving him amble view of the girls.
My weight loss had little effect on fleshy orbs. His eyes danced merrily as I got my knees to pleasure him. I normally did not enjoy the act, but I savored every moment like a last meal I would ever have.
His strong grip over my chest grounded me as if from a distant orbit was refreshing. As if the distant Christmas music and distant shouts of laughter wasn’t a reminder of the danger. Oh, how I wished I had the guts for more. I was cowardly, I wished I could truly do the deed and do more. His hand on my neck was the biggest courage I had. His courage kept me going.
I was full of lust, but I was definitely a girl that had to be invited to make a mess. A total sub to her daddy dom. I was very sad when his groan of ecstasy came all too soon. Such a letdown for a few minutes and no one caught us. I realized I half expected to get caught. What was wrong with me?
Even though the dream was short lived I reflected this was everything I wanted for Christmas. I needed nothing wrapped except his Christmas package.
We did have to part ways too soon afterwards I never expected to see him again. I felt a strange sense of comfort getting back to the basics of Christmas and Holidays I normally hated.
Single. I had consumed to much chaos and excitement the night before. Our small town was tiny after all. He was the type of dad that went ice skating after a party. I was just helping my sister onto her feet.
“We meet again.” Gabriel said, coyly. “I’d love to see you again.”
I found myself speechless, and blushing. I was unable to look in his direction like look in the sun. As if the basement was a moment ago. Life was bright after everything that happened in the basement. I peeked in his direction.
“I think you still had too much eggnog last night.”
“No.” Gabriel growled, as if he was the true Father Christmas and I was about to receive cool in stocking. “I’m far from done with you.”
The air catching in the roller rink around us. “Who puts a brownie down after two bites?”
He nodded towards his family skating obvious across the park handed an envelope. He was so artful in slipping into my hand, “Make your excuses. We have a cabin near Redbear. Secluded no one suspect this time of year. I’ll get you on your back this time.”
I blushed red just as he skated away.
My teenage sister was not completely clueless but had fallen again. No one suspected anything when Sarah’s Dad showed up.
Age was a funny thing, no saw potential the way I did. Was it beer goggles or just Christmas? I didn’t reflect long, nor could I stop myself a few days later from the driveway.
Gabriel handed me a Christmas card with a key for that weekend to a cabin for the following weekend. For the first time in my life, I made my excuses for selfish reasons to my relief it was snowy and decked like a normal Christmas card and less like Christmas on acid like their home.
I grinned blushing. “Of course.”
My feelings jumping to my chest.
“No one will disturb out here.” Gabriel said reaching me in three strides, on me like the Christmas party but possibly even steamy.
The way his tonsils explored mine I realized I had never known passion like this.
The man simply just needed to have me. I just never considered what would happen if I just gave into urges everyone else be damned. This was a new world. And I liked it.
My heart was pounding in my chest. I couldn’t believe I had dared. I knew in my heart of hearts this was a bad idea. I hadn’t truly committed by the time I turned the key. The light was on, and I jumped to see Gabriel looking very different in a turtleneck and jeans with the place with flowers and candles.
“You made it.” Gabriel mused.
The cabin turned out to be much like there house but on a much smaller scale. I didn’t get to see any of it before he pushed me into the sauna dripping with sweat, in the dark corner of the sauna. All I could hear was the sound of dripping water. The water was thick. I hoped no one’s God was watching.
We peeled off our clothes. Gabriel pushed me against the wall and kissed me hard on the lips. His tongue explored every inch of my mouth. His hands roamed before he ripped my bra off expertly. My breath caught with excitement; I had always wanted that. I moaned, getting wetter by the second. Shaking off the guilt with a commanding daddy.
“You’re so sexy, baby. I haven’t been able to think about anything else.” He confessed.
I gave into him then. I think my daddy could sense that. His hands parting my legs greedily with my desire. I tried to stifle my desire, pushing against wooden bench.
“You like that?”
I merely caught my breath afraid of my own body.
Unfooled, Gabriel, “Did you like me better as Santa?”
“Shut up?” I gasped.
Just as he found my chin and he had me pressed under him his boxer briefs leaving nothing under him to the imagination. I couldn’t understand why he wasn’t ready to take me yet, I pooled with even more desire by his self-contained self-control.
His grin was wicked his fat fingers, slipping them into my slit and wetness till I quaked.
“Yes.” I nearly called out with desire, suddenly ravenous with desire for my Santa daddy.
“Good Little Candy Cane.” He purred.
I didn’t understand how he could bear it. The man was driving me half mad with desire. I discovered my mistake too late. He claimed my mouth hard the next moment plunging wildly off a cliff, sweating.
I clawed hungrily, burning. His hands restrained me. I was not a bit surprised I found myself pinned against the wall.
At last, his need had become so great he nearly ripped off his underwear to have me. They were still off his ankles when he plunged. Our voices still a chorus of sheer pleasure of it.
A dance we trained for memorized its beat, rocketed to the core. I pumped back selfishly, because his urge to take me again and again was fierce and not gentle. The wonder of how I had ended of here put on my back wrapping around his hips growling like an angry lion.
Staring into my eyes as he made love with ferocity. I nearly panicked and he had to soothe me. Reveling in ballooned pink breasts gasping at my own pleasure as his own pleasure increased, I couldn’t help crying out. I never really knew what meant reach new heights heavens alight.
Daddy took me in victory, soothing me in shushing. Somehow that is what I secretly wanted. At first, I wasn’t sure but as time passed, I wanted it too and too much.
All too soon we were retiring to the bedroom I took a thrill knowing we were making love in the same high thread count sheets his wife nagged him about. Somehow it ignited a heat between us. His eyes saucers of excitement. Then a slight shock as there was a fierce battle of dominance.
The sheer ecstasy of being his and under him. A hunger I didn’t understand being his. I had a realization then the line between hunger and need. That same fine was mirror in his face as wrapped my legs around my hips. He was forced to cover my mouth. I felt I was both lover and prey, toes curling. I could see he had plans for me. Games as his breath quicken and his ecstasy found quick release already.
“Are you gonna be a good girl for your Santa Daddy?”
“Oh God, Yes!” I nearly shouted.
I was pleasantly thrilled to know he seemed to read my mind like a map. I was embarrassed I was singing out like an opera singer. I was hitting notes I didn’t know I could sing out. This did not seem to concern him. This warmed me more in a way. As if he just wanted to test the waters like a trial run for a game.
Our eyes met.
There was a wickedness there I had craved all along in my Santa Daddy. Had I craved coal all along? Would it be a punishment after all?
The learn there was another fine line that another terror, not quite pain a moment before. Pain but pleasure on a whole other level. All I could do is whimper in ecstasy.
Daddy delivered. I liked it a bit too much. I knew I would get everything I wanted for Christmas and then some. I was having the time of my life for now.
