I watch as my boyfriend gears up to say something else, likely even cheekier, and I can’t take a moment more being cockblocked by my friend and sometimes colleague. “Sure thing, Jake. Sounds like a plan. Anyway, we’re putting up the tree—”
“Now?” Jake sounds scandalized. “It’s Christmas Eve! You waited until Christmas Eve to put up your tree? What kind of—”
“Bye, Jake, Merry Christmas!” I cut him off and end the call, never taking my eyes off my Boy.
The past couple of months have been wonderful. Miles slipped into my daily life almost like he’s always been here. I am convinced that Junie loves him more than she loves me now, and with the way he sneaks her dog-safe treats from his plate whenever we’re eating a meal and he thinks I’m not looking, I’m convinced he has bribed her to achieve that top spot. But I can’t be mad about it. I think it’s awesome that he loves my baby as much as I do.
And then there's the fact that everything we do together just feels easy. He keeps me on my toes for sure, but I love almost every minute of it. Yeah, there’s been some adjustment having him stay over more often than not —he leaves his wet towels on the bathroom floor, and he hates that I don’t rinse my dishes before I put them in the dishwasher— but those teething painsare worth it for the sheer joy I feel having him in my home and in my life in general.
Before we met, I was in a rut. I was bored with monotony, and tired of doing the same scenes day in and day out. I enjoyed being a Dom, but even that had been getting old, with doting subs who never challenged me, and who never made me think outside the box.
Then along came Miles, with his cheeky grin and silly puns, and he was like a breath of fresh air. He’s bratty but desperate for praise. He wants me to himself but gets off on performing for others. He hates feeling embarrassed but loves to be humiliated sexually. He’s gorgeous, funny, and sweet. My perfect, darling boy.
And I love him.
I think I’ve loved him since the first time he called me Daddy. It would have been crazy to think it back then, but those besotted feelings have only grown into deeper, more serious ones.
I’m also pretty sure he feels the same way.
There’s only one way to be certain, and is there a better time than Christmas Eve? Especially considering how we met?
“What’s that look for, Daddy?” he asks with a knowing smirk. “I thought I was being good giving Jake what he asked us for.”
Oh, this boy…
“You were trying to get a rise out of me,” I answer, choosing my words deliberately, knowing that he won’t be able to help himself.
Sure enough, he abandons the box of decorations and stalks towards me, grinning widely. “I do love making certain parts of you rise, yes.”
From her position napping next to the box, Junie raises her head to track Miles’s movements, then flops back down with a huff. Unless food is involved, she’s not likely to move again for a while.
“Are you being naughty, darling?” I ask, grabbing Miles and tugging him down into my lap where he squirms deliciously, then gasps when he discovers how hard I already am for him.
“Daddy…” he grinds his hips, and it’s all I can do to not give into temptation yet.
“Uh-uh,” I scold gently, “we’re still talking.”
“I’ve forgotten what we were talking about,” he admits, sounding a bit breathy. “It’s hard to think when I know you’re hard and ready to go.”
I can definitely relate to that.
Nevertheless…
“Try for me, precious. We were talking about you being cheeky to get a reaction out of me. Are you angling for a spanking tonight?”
Miles’s breathing quickens and I hear him gulp, but he shakes his head. “Not really.”
“No? Even though that’s what Santa Daddy gave naughty Miles in our video?”
We watched the finished product together before Jake posted it at the beginning of December, and we’ve talked about role-playing and reliving it, seeing as we enjoyed it so much. Doing it at Christmas, specifically, sounded like it would be a lot of fun.
“I never got to suck Santa’s candy-cane,” he pouts. “I want to do that this time.”
“And you can’t do that if I spank you?”
He shakes his head, then dips his chin, turning his face fully away so I can’t see him. That won’t do at all.
Moving him off my lap and onto the seat beside me, I use my Daddy voice, “Miles.”
