Chapter Eight
Christmas Day was avery exciting day for Jimmy.
It wasn’t even a week ago that Cold had offhandedly mentioned he wasn’t a big fan of the holidays. Jimmy told him that some of his best memories were of Christmas mornings when he was young and his mother was still alive, and how he missed the smell of a real Christmas tree.
Growing up with the Duplin family, they’d always had an artificial tree, and it wasn’t the same.
It was certainly not a coincidence that a fresh Christmas tree magically appeared in the living room the next day.
Cold had spared no expense getting a lavish tree and plenty of decorations for the house, and the bounty Jimmy found when he woke up Christmas morning was astounding. He felt like a little kid again, stunned by Santa’s generosity.
Of course, he knew it was really Cold, but the sense of wonder was the same.
Jimmy noticed there were some presents wrapped in black paper tucked in the very back of the tree, and Cold told him mysteriously that those were for later. Jimmy couldn’t wait to see what they were, but first they had a whole day of Christmas festivities to get through that Cold had planned out for them.
David came by to join the holiday festivities so they could celebrate his first Christmas as a free man together as a family. There were presents for him under the tree as well, and they spent several hours swimming in wrapping paper and watching classic holiday films.
Cold spoiled them both with books, movies, clothes, and a receipt for a new television he was having delivered to David’s apartment. David tried to refuse such an extravagant gift, but Cold calmly told him that Santa could not be dissuaded.
Jerry kept them happy with snack trays and festive cookies while he prepared an epic Christmas feast for them all. Rowena popped in to share some holiday cheer, but declined the invitation for dinner. She had plans with Dario, and Cold announced that his Christmas gift to his sister was not whacking the young pianist.
Even though they all had a good laugh over it, Jimmy wasn’t sure how serious he was.
Dinner was roast duck with chestnut stuffing, garlic green beans, Marsala stuffed mushrooms, roasted butternut squash, whipped mashed potatoes, and Jerry had baked three different desserts, including a mouthwatering sticky toffee pudding. They all ate themselves to the point of busting, retiring out to the living room to curl up in front of the fireplace to recuperate.
Jerry brought them spiced wine to sip on, and asThe Man Who Came To Dinnerwas ending, Jimmy couldn’t recall having a happier Christmas in at least a decade.
David thanked Cold for his hospitality and all the wonderful presents, giving Jimmy a big hug and a kiss before Jerry helped him load up the car to drive him home. After about the third glass of wine, it was clear that David would not be driving himself.
Alone with Cold, Jimmy settled down on the floor in front of the tree. His attention was immediately drawn to the remaining gifts, and he tried to remain casual as he asked, “So! Is it time to open up those black presents?”
“Yes,” Cold replied, smiling wickedly over the rim of his wineglass. “Go on. I’m very interested to see if your gifts... fit.”
“Fit?” Jimmy immediately began tearing at the paper, his mind racing. It could be some sort of new toy or perhaps some naughty clothing. He knew Cold had been peeking at his many wish lists for inspiration for their lessons, and the possibilities for what awaited him inside the boxes were endless.
The first gift was a pair of sheer black panties that made Jimmy blush immediately. He ran his fingers over the smooth fabric and shuddered when he imagined what it would feel like against his skin. “Oh, Rod. They’re beautiful!”
“Keep going,” Cold said with a smirk. “There’s more.”
A pair of stockings was next, black nylon with thick seams that Jimmy couldn’t wait to slide up his legs. Just these with the panties alone were an amazing gift, and he knew Cold had spent a pretty penny getting them for him. Cold never cheaped out on anything, especially clothing.
Jimmy’s fingers were trembling when he opened the last box, gasping when he found a lush corset and a matching bralette waiting for him inside. They were black with nude trimmings, silky lace edges, and small bows accenting the seams.
“Do you like them?” Cold asked, licking his lips as he studied Jimmy’s face intently.
“Yes,” Jimmy breathed, looking up to Cold with wide eyes. “Everything is so beautiful. I can’t believe this is for me!”
“Believe it,” Cold chuckled. “What are you waiting for? Go on and put everything on.”
“Right here?” Jimmy’s cheeks flushed.
“I’ll close my eyes,” Cold said, sipping at his wine with a smirk. “You can tell me when you’re ready. How’s that?”
“Okay!” Jimmy waited for Cold to close his eyes before he started wiggling out of his normal clothes. He slid the stockings on first, turning this way and that to make sure the seams were even. Next came the panties, and he inhaled quietly as the soft fabric hugged his ass and his cock.
He couldn’t resist palming himself through the satin, loving how it felt beneath his fingers. He grabbed the bralette and suddenly realized he had no idea how to put it on. He clipped it on backwards and spun it around, sliding his arms through the straps and adjusting it around his lean chest.
Last was the corset, and although it was quite beautiful, it was the most daunting piece of all.
