Innocent Christmas (Innocence Book 3)

I
t's
a Christmas wedding for Daddy William and his little, Haley. 

The final chapter in their story is one with a little pink, lots of bows, and lots of Daddy's attention. 

Warning: Their happily ever after is filled with full-time DD/lg play as William and Haley embrace their lifestyle with open arms. If being innocent at Christmas is a dream come true, then this is the novella for you! 

N
OTE
: Innocent Christmas can be read as a standalone but might be more enjoyable after reading Owning Her Innocence & Innocent Getaway.

C
opyright
© 2015 by Alexa Riley. All rights reserved.

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Publisher’s Note: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are a product of the author’s imagination. Locales and public names are sometimes used for atmospheric purposes. Any resemblance to actual people, living or dead, or to businesses, companies, events, institutions, or locales is completely coincidental.

Edited by
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T
o the littles
…. shhh, it’s our secret.

“
I
don’t care
that it looks like Barbie planned this wedding! I love pink, and my Daddy loves seeing me in pink, so everything
will
be pink!” I half-shout into the phone, not wanting Daddy to hear me down the hall. He’s wrapping up a few things with work, so he’ll be free for the next two weeks and I don’t want to distract him. I can do this. I peek out the door to make sure he didn’t hear me before closing it softly. It’s like the words I’ve been saying to the wedding planner the last few months just don’t sink into her thick skull.

“But pink on pink is…” She pauses for a moment like she’s searching for the right word, but I cut her off because I don’t want to hear it.

“Pink on pink is what I’ll get.” I say through gritted teeth. “This is my wedding, not yours, and I know what we want.” I have to hold myself back from threatening to get William on the phone. This is my fight, and I’m making this wedding perfect for us. I always need Daddy’s help, and I want to show him I can make this day special for us and show him how much this means to me.

A Christmas wedding covered in pink sounds perfect to me. Whoever said Christmas has to be red and green didn’t see me coming. I can do Christmas in pink if I want to. No, scratch that, I’m doing Christmas in pink with a dash of silver sparkles. Period. Wedding planner or not.

“I’ll see what I can do,” she finally says, and I don’t respond. I just sit silently with the phone to my ear because ‘seeing what she can do’ isn’t going to cut it. I still have to get ready for dinner tonight, and I need her to make things happen.

The silence stretches, but I just sit there, tapping my foot, waiting. I look down, admiring my soft pink nail polish as I wait for her to speak again. The silence grows thick before she finally cracks.

“It will be taken care of.

With that, I end the call, tossing my phone onto mine and Daddy’s bed. It’s covered in pink pillows and sheets, but he doesn’t care. As long as I’m happy. “Cheese and crackers,” I mutter, torn between wanting to crawl into bed and pull the covers over my head and starting to get ready for dinner.

A little nap sounds yummy right now, but there probably isn't any time. Maybe if I hurry and get ready, Daddy and I will have time to play together before dinner.

I make my way over to the closet and pull out a white baby-doll dress, not caring that it's freezing outside. Daddy loves me in dresses, and I want to give him a sneak peek at what’s to come tomorrow.

This dress isn’t as fancy as the one I'm wearing tomorrow, but the bottom puffs out and stops mid-thigh. The top hugs tight to my chest, with lace covering up my cleavage. Daddy doesn't like when we go out and too much of what’s his hangs out for others to see.

I discard my shirt and slip on the dress, ditching my underwear in the process. I wonder if Daddy will make me put some on. I’m sure it won’t take him long to notice I don’t have any on under my dress.

Sitting down at my vanity, I pull out a lace bow and tie it in my hair, making sure the bow is just perfect before I put on a little make-up.

I can't believe that tomorrow I will become Daddy’s in every sense of the word. I was made to be his, and now we get to celebrate that with everyone.

Our relationship might not be the norm to others, but it’s ours and what we both want. There had been a time when I’d thought I’d be too much for William and that he would grow tired of me. But he only seems to want me more and more every day. Even my quirks, which seem to annoy other people, make his face light up. Instead of being agitated, he gives me a look that tells me Daddy will be spanking me for my antics when we get home. The thought makes me squirm in my chair.

I haven’t gotten a spanking in a few weeks, not since my friend Holly threw that bachelorette party for me. It was just supposed to be dinner, then on to some painting party class, but the painting class never happened. We ended up at some club that let in girls aged eighteen and up, and we spent about twenty minutes dancing before I felt Daddy’s arms around me. He threw me over his shoulder and stormed from the club. We barely made it in the door before he had me naked and bent over the couch as he spanked my ass. I could barely sit the next day. Worse, he flipped me over and waved his cock in front of me not letting him touch him.

Bad girls didn’t get to have Daddy’s cock. He came all over my breasts, then made me scoop his cum up and put it inside me. Because Daddy’s cum is never wasted. He promptly put me in bed all needy for him. He didn’t let me cum for three days! Each day he stripped me down while he worked his own cock and spilled onto me. It was miserable not being able to touch him. I’ll never not tell Daddy where I am again.

It was stupid and unfair of me to do that to him. I know he worries about me and that I’m the most important thing to him. It was selfish of me because of everything he does for me.

That’s why I want this wedding to be perfect. To show him how much he means to me and that I only want to make him happy. My last spanking wasn’t one that turned into sweet loving. It was pure discipline, and he hasn't spanked me since, even when I pushed at being bratty a few times.

After putting on some cherry-pink lip gloss, I grab my purse and make sure I have everything I need. I check my texts to make sure I don’t have any new ones from the wedding planner and that everything is on track. I grab the gift I made as a special surprise just for Daddy.

Let’s see if I can find myself a spanking.

I
hear
Haley knock lightly on the door to my office and I end my call. I’ve been trying to finish up just some last-minute things so I can take off plenty of time for the wedding and honeymoon and give Haley all my attention. She’s been so stressed trying to plan the most perfect day for us, and after all the chaos is over, I plan on pampering every inch of her as a reward.

“Come in, baby girl.”

She opens the door and walks in, and immediately my dick is hard. She looks so innocent and sweet, and I want nothing more than to thrust my cock into her tight cunt. Her white dress is short, and the ruffles, make her look untouched. Her fat tits are nearly bursting out of the thin lace top, and her hard nipples make my mouth water.

“Hi, Daddy.”

She dips her chin and looks up at me through her thick lashes. Her glossy lips beg for my cock to slide between them. Her knee-high tights and the bow in her hair make her look absolutely angelic, and I love every single inch.

I see something glittery with my name on it in her hand, and I raise an eyebrow in question.

“I have a present for you,” she beams, and comes bouncing around my desk to stand in front of me.

Leaning back in my chair, I spread my legs wide as she moves to stand in between them. “A present for me, little one? I love when you make me presents.” I can’t help the smile on my face. I love knowing Haley takes special time away from her day just to make me something. She always puts such thought and care into all her gifts, even if it’s just a picture she colored for me. She’s so full of life and love that it pours from her. I’m glad I’m the lucky bastard who gets to have all her attention.

Resting my arms on either side of my chair, I sit and wait for her to show me the present. She’s giddy with excitement as she holds out the envelope. I take it from her as glitter falls everywhere, but I don’t care. I open it up. Pink confetti hearts fall out, and I shake my head, laughing. Only my little would think to decorate outside as well as inside a present.

“What is this?” I ask with wonder and excitement. I look up into her eyes and see she’s so proud of herself. I want to take her to the floor and fuck her senseless, but I wait.

“It’s a coupon book! There’s all kinds of things for you inside, and you can use them anytime, anywhere.”

I feel a wicked grin spread across my face as I flip through the booklet. I see the word ‘spanking’ several times, and I look up, raising an eyebrow at her. “Are you trying to tell me something, Haley?”

She blushes a little but doesn't answer. Only spreads her legs a little.

Reaching out, I trail the tips of my fingers up her thigh and under the ruffles of her dress.

“Do you have something under this dress you need to show Daddy?”

Silently, she nods, reaching for the front hem of her dress and slowly raising it up. Just as my fingers touch her warm naked heat, her dress rises enough for me to see her bare cunt.

“
Tsk, tsk
, little one. This just won't do will it?”

Silently shaking her head, she bites her lip and looks at me nervously. I know she’s been wanting a spanking lately, but I’ve tried to hold myself back. I wanted there to be lots of distance between discipline and reward so she had time to separate the two.

It seems as if we’ve both missed this part of our play.

Taking my hand out from under her dress, I pull out one of the pink slips of paper and hand it over to Haley. “I’d like to use this one, please.” She takes it from my hand, but before she does anything else I pull out another piece of paper. “And this, too, little one.”

She looks down and blushes a little before nodding and placing the cards on my desk. “Which would you like first, Daddy?”

“I think the spanking first, little one.” Reaching out, I grab her wrist and pull her to me before flipping her over my lap as a gasp escapes her. “You’ve been begging for a spanking for weeks now, and you’re going to get it.”

Smack
. The first slap on her naked ass echoes through the office. I don’t give her a break, instead going from one fat ass cheek to the next. Watching the lush flesh move and shake with each slap makes my dick grow impossibly harder. I feel the wetness of pre-cum leaking onto my pants, and I grit my teeth to try to hold it back.

Her ass cheeks are turning the prettiest pink, and her moans are getting louder. I can see her sticky juice smeared on the insides of her thighs, her horny kitty begging for discipline. As I alternate smacks between cheeks, her legs spread further and further apart. Just like always, her pussy is seeking attention, and I’m all too eager to give it to her.

“Grind your kitty on Daddy’s leg while I spank you, little one. Rub your princess parts on my thigh so you can cum while I watch you.” She spreads her legs wider, draping one over my lap and straddling my thigh. The juices from her pussy soak my slacks, and the heat of her cunt nearly burns me. “Oh, look how horny you are, baby girl.”

She moans, and I land another smack on her lush ass as she grinds her pussy against me. Working her pussy hard on my leg, I squeeze her pink ass cheeks as she humps me.

“Daddy,” she whispers, and I leak a little more cum into my pants.

“Cum, little one. Give Daddy what he wants.” She grinds down hard again as I smack her ass quickly several times in a row.

It’s enough to send her over the edge, and she tenses up against me, shouting out her orgasm. Her arms and legs stiffen and her back tries to arch. Her body flushes from the force of it, and after a few moments, she goes limp in my lap.

Her body is soft like a cuddly kitten, and she sighs sweetly and happily. I want to carry her to bed and make love to her all night, but we don’t have the time.

“Okay, little one. I want my other coupon now.”

She lifts her head, and I can see the result of her exertion as her hair sticks to her forehead. She smiles at me and licks her lips. “Yes, Daddy.”