“Dear Delia”
Chapter 1
Once upon a time, a girl fell in love with a man. He tied her to a chair the day he took her virginity, and she had been fucked ever since.
That night was Christmas Eve. In a house full of relatives, secret Santas, mistletoe, and eggnog, he dressed up as Santa, and I wore a red dress and striped socks to be Santa’s girl, just like we always did.
Except this year, I had slutty lingerie under my innocent Christmas dress. I found them under my stepmother’s pillow earlier that day, where he’d discreetly hidden them.
My lips? They were the rich, berry red he liked. And when I went into the room to blow out the candle, I caught him pressing a hand to his crotch with a bit of desperation, as if he’d been thinking about my mouth blowing something else all night.
The flame flickered.
The room dimmed.
I blew that candle thinking about the same thing while my stepmother lifted her instant camera and took a photo of me looking at him, sealing the moment in frame.
A few seconds later, he came to my side with the perfect fatherly smile on his face, his Santa hat tilted to the side. He pressed a hand on the knife to cut the piece, while the other reached behind me.
My face flushed almost immediately.
“Don’t think I didn’t see you sneaking into Delia’s room this morning,” his voice clipped, edged with warning. “I taught you better than to be a thief.”
My hand trembled, dropping the match. I bit my lip, bending over to pick it up. While I did, he gripped my butt cheek, his fingers brushing the smooth fabric of my red dress.
When I stood up, his fingers had slid underneath my dress, his knuckles gliding lovingly up my thigh.
“Did your stepbrothers see you?” he said in a cold whisper, his eyes raking over our relatives.
“I don’t know,” I murmured.
He clenched my thigh—it almost hurt.
Then his hand left.
My heart dropped at the absence, but before I could do anything about it, a sharp but muted smack landed on my cheek, dragging a moan from my tight lips.
“Did your stepbrothers see you?” he asked again.
“No, Daddy,” I panted, with my knees pressed together, breath stuttering, my core simmering under his touch.
“Are you going to return it?” he asked.
“Return what?” My voice trembled.
“What you’ve stolen.”
His eyes landed on the red lingerie sticking out from my innocent Christmas dress, tightly wrapped around my breasts, ripe but still untouched.
My chest rose and fell.
“Make me…” I whispered, breathless.
He leaned in but didn’t speak. His breath dragged across the back of my neck, heavy but measured.
His knuckles climbed up my thigh, inch by inch.
My breath halted. My heart raced.
“Daddy…” I begged.
As if he hadn’t heard my plea, he hooked two fingers under my thong, coiling the fabric. His knuckles brushed against my lips lovingly. Then he tugged — hard enough for the band to bite into my skin, but not hard enough for it to break.
“You’re going to ruin it,” I panted.
“I thought that’s what you wanted me to do,” he said in a lush, low whisper.
For a few seconds, he kept me there, close but restrained, his moans spilling onto my skin, desperate and stuttering. Heat pooled in my stomach. My heart begged for release. My legs trembled under the table.
But then his warmth left me.
“Delia, take a picture of us, will you?” he said, turning to his wife while his fingers were still tangled in the fabric between my legs.
He cut a big piece of pie with his other hand, set it on a plastic plate, scooped up a bite with his fork, and brought it to my lips as if nothing had happened.
“Open wide, sweetheart,” he said in a quietly commanding voice, steadily twisting the strip around his fingers for another loop, pulling it even tighter around me.
His knuckles pressed hard against my lips.
My mouth parted.
A moan caught in my throat, but I didn’t dare let it out.
And just like that, the camera light flashed, freezing us in that very moment.
He pushed the pie into my mouth and watched me chew with a loving smile on his face, his eyes shimmering with approval while I secretly caught my breath.
“That’s my girl.”
He lifted his hand to wipe away the extra cream at the corner of my lips.
He nodded at Delia and passed her a plate of pie over the table.
His fingers uncoiled the poor fabric at last, but they didn’t leave me.
“If you behave, I’ll let you have a popsicle later,” he said. His fingers moved back and forth against my slick lips, warming me up to whatever would unfold, and he moaned,
“Look at that… so ready for my secret Santa.”
My fingers clutched the edge of the table as I pushed my hips hard into his hand.
I lowered my head so my long hair would cover my flushed face, so I could moan, and no one would see the way my mouth fell open… my cheeks rosy red. My pussy felt so swollen to his touch.
Everyone in my family was here, and even then, he played with me as if he didn’t care if they found out about us. And if he wanted to, I felt he’d have no problem bending me over the dining table and taking me while everyone watched.
My loins burned, aching. My vision blurred. My heart pounded so fast I felt it was going to stop.
I was gripped by the imagery of him tearing my clothes off—so much it physically hurt.
But again, he pulled away.
He waited for me to collect myself with a grin on the edge of his lips. Then he raised his hand and sent his fingers under his nose. He took a deep inhale, locking eyes with me, and a soft hum vibrated through his closed lips.
“You smell delicious, darling,” he whispered. “Can’t wait to eat your cunt later.”
Then I watched him send his fingers into his mouth, making loud, sucking noises with madness in his eyes.
I pressed my knees together hard, my legs bent slightly, my fingers squeezing the table, helplessly unraveling, and the way he looked at me was as if my reaction brought him great pleasure.
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An intimate, transgressive erotic novella told through the lens of an unreliable narrator.
Caught between the life she’s built and the pull of the man she calls “Daddy,” Josie walks back into a bond she should’ve broken years ago. Reads like private diary entries, Little Lamb is a DD/lg-coded erotic novella about forbidden attachment, quiet danger, and the kind of connection you should never seek.
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Print length: 50 pages
ISBN: 978-1-961941-14-4
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