“Do you like the music?” I asked, pulling her over and onto my lap. She was wearing a pretty red dress with her hair down around her shoulders, and I was in my best suit with a tie that matched her silk.
“Yes Daddy,” she whispered, squirming on my lap as she turned to whisper into my ear. We had joked about playing in public, but that was a not a name she called me out of bed. Usually.
“That’s good. You’ve always liked Christmas, haven’t you?” The words slipped out without trying, and suddenly we were in that space that was so familiar and so terrifying. She wrapped her arm around my neck as we both leaned back and the music was beautiful. The church was decorated in reds and golds, the old stone walls warmed by the bright colors that only came once a year.
“Open your legs, Babygirl,” I whispered, my hand slowly moving up from her knee.
“But Daddy, we’re in church!” she gasped, even as she did as she was told. I felt her warm thigh as I turned her about on my lap. I pulled her coat off the back of her chair and gently covered her legs, hiding my fingers as they tickled her delicate skin.
“Are you saying no to me?” I asked, the challenge clear in my voice. She shook her head vigorously as I pushed her hair behind one ear and kissed her cheek. “Good girl.”
Within seconds my fingertips felt wet skin, and she sighed as I pushed two fingers inside her. I teased her lips, played with her clit, and rubbed her wetness up and down the insides of her thighs. I held her tightly, holding her chin up as she watched the concert, but just minutes later I stopped.
“I’m going to fuck you when we get home, do you understand?” She was squirming even harder, trying to get my hand back where she wanted it. Her breath was quick and her hands frantic.
“Please,” she pouted, turning and pleading with me. “Don’t stop.”
“Would you rather I fuck you later or touch you now, Babygirl? You can’t have both.”
She wiggled again, her eyes opened wide as she considered her choices.
“But that’s not fair!” she moaned, leaning back against me. I wrapped her up in my arms, kissing her cheek once more. The choir had started to sing, and the crowd was nearly lost in a trance as the sacred music bounced off the walls in rising strains.
“I know, my love,” I said. “I know.”
-gny
Festive blasphemous Daddy smut.
*starry eyes*Bringing back a favourite holiday classic!
