Favorite Christmas Gift
By: Crimson Penguin
Tags: Fiction, Red Curtain Erotica, Erotica, Short Story

Photo by Michael Browk on Unsplash

Usually, we spend Christmas among friends and family. This year is different. With the pandemic happening, we are spending it home alone. Just the two of us. It is actually more peaceful, and we get to have our own fun whenever we want to. We decided to start our own traditions.

This year, we decided to put up our tree on Christmas Eve. You chose the tree and brought it home. I got out the decorations and lights. We put the lights on the tree, carefully weaving them in and out of the branches so the tree glows. Next we work on the ornaments. It is always fun going through all of the ornaments and remembering our time together. We would get them on trips or find something that was significant of this year. I chose this year’s ornament. I hand you the box that it was shipped in from a crafter on Etsy.

“Babygirl, what is this?” You question while shaking the box.

“It is this year’s ornament.” I am grinning from ear to ear at this point.

“I…I didn’t know you were going to do this.”

“Please, Daddy. Open the ornament.”

You get out your pocket knife and carefully cut the tape on the box. Inside, the ornament is wrapped in red Christmas tissue paper. You carefully pull the ornament out of the box and carefully pull away the tissue paper. As the ornament reveals itself, you begin to laugh. “I love this one. It is a dumpster fire that has 2020 on it.”

“That isn’t all,” I say as I reach for the bottom of the ornament. I flick the switch and the flames light up. “It has a battery powered flickering light inside.” I say with a giggle.

“This is perfect for this year. It must be placed prominently on the tree.” You choose a spot in the front of the tree at eye level. “There, that is perfect!” You leave the room and return with a small shipping box. You hand it to me and say, “This one is for you to open.”

“But Daddy, it isn’t time to open presents yet.”

“This isn’t a present, Babygirl. This is the ornament that I ordered off of Etsy.”

“Oh dear! It looks like we had the same idea this year.” I giggle. “We both ordered our ornaments off of Etsy. Can you open the packing tape for me?” You grab your pocket knife from your jeans and open the tape for me, then hand the package back. I open the box and there is something wrapped in gold tissue paper. I unwrap it and it is a ball ornament with miniature toilet paper, face masks, Corona beer, and hand sanitizer inside. I burst out laughing. “I adore this quarantine ornament. Can we put it near the dumpster fire?”

“Absolutely, Babygirl. You can put that ornament wherever you want to.” I stand on my tippy toes and put the ornament on the tree. “That looks perfect! I think we did a great job on the tree this year!” You embrace and kiss me.

“Wait! We didn’t put the star on top.” I start to rummage through the boxes. “I know it is here somewhere.”

“Babygirl?”

“I know it is in one of these boxes. It has to be.”

“Babygirl? You left it on the coffee table.”

“Oh, thank you. I knew it was here somewhere!” I giggle and grab the star to put it on the top of the tree. I stand on my tippy toes and realize that I can’t reach. I jump a little and stretch my arm to get the star to the top of the tree. I still can’t.

“Babygirl, are you having a hard time getting the star on top of the tree? Let Daddy help you.” You come closer and kneel before me. “Get onto my back. I will lift you so you can put the star at the top of the tree.”

I step toward you and wrap my arms around your shoulders. You stand up and I can now reach the top of the tree. I wrap my legs around your waist so I can balance better. “Just a little closer, I can almost reach.” You bring us closer to the tree and lean a little so I can reach. “There. That’s perfect. Can you set me down now?”

“Hmmm. I don’t think so, Babygirl.” You carry me toward the couch and playfully drop me there. There is a devilish grin on your face when you turn around. “This is right where I want you.” You lean down and kiss me before kneeling on the floor. “This is just what Daddy wanted for Christmas. Time with you, Babygirl.”

“I have wanted this, too. We don’t have much time alone lately, with both of us working from home and all of the virtual meetings.”

“Daddy is hungry, Babygirl. Do you mind if he has you for dessert?”

“I don’t mind at all.”

“Let’s get you out of those jeans.” You unbutton and unzip my jeans. “Lift yourself for me a bit so I can slide this out of the way.” My jeans and panties are removed at the same time and tossed across the room. “I know there is a fire going, but we are going to leave those cute Christmas socks on so your feet stay warm. Now, where was I? Oh, that’s right. I was here.” You lean forward and give my clit a gentle lick and suck. I gasp at the sensations. You caress my thighs with your hands before reaching under me to grab my ass and slide me closer to you. This makes me giggle. You go back to licking and sucking my pussy. My hands grasp at my tits. I struggle to get out of my shirt then I wriggle out of my bra.

You pause for a moment. “Are you trying to tell me that your tits need more attention? I can’t let them be ignored.” You move up my body and suck on my right nipple while grabbing my left tit. Fuck. You know what that does to me. As you switch sucking my left nipple and grabbing my right tit, my breath quickens. I could almost cum from this! You kiss your way up my chest to my neck. “I need you now, Babygirl. Right here in front of the Christmas tree.” You undo your jeans and remove them then take off your sweater and toss it into the pile of discarded clothes. Your desire is growing stronger as you scoop me up and stand. I let out a gasp. You weren’t kidding when you said right in front of the Christmas tree. I wasn’t expecting you to pick me up and fuck me standing.

“I am too heavy for this. You are going to hurt yourself.”

“Ah, Babygirl. I have been working out just so I can do this. All of this just for you because I know you like the feeling of being small and me being your big, strong Daddy.” You position your cock at the entrance of my pussy. I help you to guide it in. I gasp and moan at the feeling of fullness. There is just something about being filled with your cock that makes me feel that I totally belong to you and that I am where I am supposed to be. “Babygirl, you are so wet for me. Such a good girl.”

I kiss you deeply. Truth be told, I am trying to stifle my moans. I always worry about the neighbors hearing us. We break the kiss and you laugh. I give you a puzzled look. “I know you are worried about the neighbors hearing. Don’t be. They are all asleep. I want to hear you.”

Just those words encourage a deep moan from me. “Fuck me harder. I want to cum for you.”

“There’s my good girl. I love it when you use your words and tell me what you want.” You fuck me faster and deeper than you ever had. I am so close to the edge by now. You have been teasing me for quite a while now with all of the kisses and going down on me. I need to cum but I know I can’t until you tell me to. I start panting and whimpering. “I know you are close. Cum for me. Cum for me now!”

I scream out your name while squirting all over you and the floor. I am shaking and moaning. You slide back into me. I didn’t realize I had forced you out until that moment. My pussy is still so sensitive but you are relentless. I can’t form words, I can only moan.

“I guess I teased you quite a bit, Babygirl. I need you to cum again so I can cum. Your pussy needs to be filled with my cum.” You walk carefully back to the couch and sit with yourself still inside me. I can’t believe how strong you are. “I want you to ride me. We will both cum together.” You grab my ass and give it a smack with your right hand. It makes me gasp and you let out a chuckle. I start by grinding on your cock so it is deep inside me and my clit gets a little stimulation. “I love it when you are so needy. But I am needy, too.” You grab my ass tight and stand up before turning around so I am now under you on the couch. “Give me those wrists, you aren’t going anywhere.”

Your dominant side is something that I love. With one hand you pin my wrists above my head and give my neck a little bite. Looks like I brought out the beast in you this time. You growl in my ear. “Mine.” I shiver and whimper. You know what that does to me. I start to struggle beneath you in an attempt to bring out your primal side, just to get you to fuck me harder and faster. I know this is bringing you closer to the edge, I can tell by how you are panting and how tight your muscles are now. I let out a moan. “Are you getting close? Your orgasm will make me cum. I don’t want you to be quiet.”

I moan louder. The room is filled with the sounds of us fucking echoing off the walls. If anyone was walking by outside, they would hear us and right now I don’t care. I am in the moment, racing toward that orgasm, and eventually to your orgasm. If my hands weren’t bound by you right now I would be clawing at your back. I feel your hand go between us. You reach my clit and start rubbing in a circular motion. I gasp and moan. “Fuck.” I know I am now holding that orgasm back. Holding it down. Just waiting for those 3 words.

“Babygirl, I know you are holding that orgasm. You are such a good girl, but you are going to have to hold it a little longer. Don’t whine. I know you want to cum. You will cum soon enough.” Your thrusts become more erratic. You are on the verge of going over the edge. You finally say those 3 words I have been waiting for. “Cum for me.”

My orgasm rips through me again. I am screaming in pleasure. I can’t believe that loud scream of your name is coming out of me. Being loud isn’t something I usually am, but tonight, I am for you. My pussy clenches down on your cock and I can feel you pulsing. I know you will be cumming soon. Your growl fills the air. I have never heard you so primal before. You collapse into me and release my wrists so I can embrace you. I run my fingers through your hair. You reposition yourself so we are cuddled together. I feel you reach the back of the couch and pull an afghan over us. Your cum is leaking out of me onto the couch.

Before we drift off to sleep like this, I kiss your arm and say “Merry Christmas, Daddy.”

Sleepily, you respond, “Merry Christmas, Babygirl. You are always my favorite gift.”