Chapter 51

Andi was used to Christmas day as being a sort of let-down. Once the presents were opened and the naps taken, you might as well take down the tree and call it a year. Not in the Jarecki family. Once the presents were open, the mess cleaned up, and naps were taken (and Andi was looking for more naps), the party was just beginning. She arose bleary eyed from a nap where she was dreaming of a flying carpet ala Aladdin, when she realized she was flying. She was sleeping curled up on the Parlor love seat and awoke to find it being carried away by John and Harold. “Bluh? Flou? Mee?” she babbled, trying to wake up.

“Now we know where the twins got their own language,” said John.

“Now we know,” agreed Harold and they set the loveseat next to the Christmas tree where the smell of the blue spruce reminded Andi of the forest that she and Paul and the twins explored on a snowmobile. “Sorry Mrs. Jarecki but you were in the way, we need to set up for dinner. She mumbled “yeah, yeah,” and hugged her bathrobe and blanket tight and laid back down again and almost nodded off when she was scooped up in the air in Paul’s arms.

“Me thinks the lady of the house doth sleep too much,” he said with a smile and a kiss.

“Me thinks m’lord has faileth to provide sufficient coffee to his bride,” she sighed as she lay her head on his shoulder and just basked in the feeling of warmth and safety in his arms. Then she realized he was carrying her downstairs. “Where doth m’lord convey me?”

“To the showers fair doctor, and stat, for thou hath been clothed far too long!”

Andi peeked through one half-open eye and sure enough, he carried her through the home gym, into the changing area where he drew the privacy curtain between the gym and the changing room (she didn’t realize there was a privacy curtain until now) and then he undressed her like a fragile little doll, with care and kisses then he scooped her up into his arms and into the warm wet shower room already filled with steam.

Andi whooped and screamed and kicked her feet as Paul held her under the gentle rainwater shower “Don’t forget that we have guests right above us.” He swung her up and held her horizontally as if she were a baby and Andi suddenly felt his love as he rocked her side to side. Then, just as she thought she might fall back asleep under that soothing waterfall, Paul lifted her up and tilted her toward him, bringing her left breast to his mouth.

The sudden feeling of her nipple being sucked hard brought her to a full realization of what was happening. “Oh Daddy no!” she gasped. He dropped her back down, giving her a respite, then lifted her back up, his teeth trapping her hard nipple, his tongue strumming on the sensitive nub. Then his lips closed over her areola and he began sucking while his teeth “chewed” delicately.

She gasped and wrapped her arm around his neck, pulling his mouth tight to her tit. His ministrations made her gasp “oh shit Daddy, ohhhhhh shit!” her body began shuddering. He was torturing her with sharp pleasure. He began biting her breast, small sharp bites as if he were looking for the softest, most succulent part to chew, then held her horizontal again, her face a mixture of fear and anticipation.

She was instantly turned on. She had never been brought ‘up to speed’ so fast in her life, still she thought they should act with some decorum. Her breasts shuddered with every shivering breath she took, both nipples erect with eagerness. “Daddy,” she gasped, “we have a house full of guests, they’re going to start looking for us ... Ohhhh daddeeee!”

He lifted her up again, this time higher, so he could get to her unmolested right breast. She kicked and squealed, but he took her nipple in his mouth and chewed on it, giving it the same treatment her left nipple received. She tried weakly to push him away, but the illicit thrills had her in his control, and she held his mouth to her nipple, exacting every erg of pleasure out of whatever came over her man.

What had come over him? She fucked him silly last night, taking him in her mouth, twice in her pussy, and even in her ass. He should be sated until they leave for their honeymoon. The illicit combination of the sharp bites, along with the enthusiastic suckling of her nipples, had gotten to her in a big way. Or was it his domineering attitude that was such a turn on?

He lowered her and her breast came free from his mouth with a sucking pop. She rubbed her breast and nipple with her left hand. “Daddy, why?” She was afraid to look into his eyes. She was terrified to see the same sadism she saw in Frank’s eyes. Yet slowly she looked and she didn’t see sadism, she saw lust, she saw that same longing she felt so many times, to find a lover who will love both emotionally and physically. But she had to ask, “Why daddy?”

He looked her straight in the eye and said, “I intend to fuck you to death, and I will pray to God that you have the same fate intended for me.”

She recognized those words. Where did they come from... “I said them,” she whispered, ‘and it’s true,’ she said to herself.

He swung her upside down, her thighs over his shoulders, his muscular arms holding her around the waist, her pussy exposed, wide open, and eager for his assault. And assault her, he did. His mouth closed over her clit and her ankles locked behind his head. “Oh my God daddy,” she sighed as he sucked and licked her clit. Upside down, the blood ran to her head and her head swam, but she recognized his cock sure enough. She opened her mouth and his cock slid right in, back where it belonged, inside her. She gripped his ass with both hands and her head bobbed up and down on his large member. Grunting and moaning around his cock, she encouraged him on, begging him to suck harder, to nibble on her clit like he did on her nipples, to spank her tight ass cheeks, which he did perfectly.