“What does that mean?” I can’t read his tone, but his stare is so sharp that I swear I feel it going straight through me.
“Th-the reason I’ve never approached you at the club…”Am I really doing this?My dick strains against the rough fabric holding it prisoner, seemingly loving my discomfort, the traitor. I swallow. “You’re my club crush.”
“Your” —he hesitates, and I want to die of mortification at the amusement I can see him trying to hide— “club crush.”
There’s no question there, but I nod anyway. “It’s…it’s silly, really, but I have this crush and, I don’t know, I just…” I flap my hand wildly in the air in lieu of actually finishing the sentence.
“You were too shy to talk to me.” Yeah, there’sdefinitelyamusement in his tone now. “Darling boy, that’s adorable.”
While the praise does all sorts of predictably wonderful things for my libido, the embarrassment from this whole exchange is also making me hot under the collar. That’s either new, or I’ve never noticed how excited a little bit of shame can make me. Maybe because I’m usually balls deep in a scene with a Dom by the time any awkwardness hits.
“Well, you get me all to yourself today,” he continues when I have no clue what to say. Then he snorts and gestures around the studio, “If you ignore the cameras and the crew, at least.”
“It’s not all that different to being at the club sometimes, is it?”
I think of the few times I’ve indulged in scenes with open doors, where other club members could watch or jerk off to whatever punishment my doms doled out. Come to think of it, those times had carried a similar thrill to the spikes of nervous arousal I felt when I was embarrassed. I guess I’d actuallylikedbeing on display.
“Not really, no. Especially if you think of Jake as another Dom, barking orders from his cushy director’s chair.”
I grin, glancing over to the diminutive man with the clipboard. “He did have Dom energy,” I admit, making Dmitri laugh.
“Yeah, he does. But he’s not actually our kind of kinky, as far as I know. Though he’s done his research. It comes with the job, I guess.”
I watch as Jake checks his watch and I realize I am probably about to be thrown in the deep end. “Speaking of the job,” I hurry to try and prepare as best as possible, “do you…I mean, are there any things you want to do for this shoot? Things you want me to say or do?”
“I want you to enjoy yourself,” he answers simply, then picks up the dossier at the table, flipping through the documents inside. I recognize my own handwriting. “Your hard limits are pretty much the same as mine,” he adds after a beat, looking up at me seriously. “But I also don’t like breath play, just so you’re aware.”
I nod, then gesture at his outfit, “It would be off-brand for Santa to choke someone —or be choked— anyway.”
“Because it’s not off-brand for Santa’s beard to be brown and gray, or for him to be covered in tattoos?”
“Sexiest Santa Daddy ever,” I mutter, before my own words catch up to me. My blush returns with a vengeance. “I mean—"
“Oh,” he interrupts me, grinning widely now, “SantaDaddy, huh? Do you like that better than ‘Sir’ or ‘Master’?”
“I don’t mind either of those,” I hedge, and regret it immediately when he gives methe lookagain.
“Miles.”
“Yes,” I admit after a long beat, squirming a little as I do. If we were already playing or in the middle of a scene, I’d expect to be punished for the hesitation. For not immediately correcting my behavior. “I like ‘Daddy’ better than those other titles. It feels…more personal, I guess.”
“The Grove has a regression space. Are you a Little? Middle?”
I’m already shaking my head before he’s even finished asking the question. “No, age regression isn’t my thing. But…well, I do have a Daddy kink. I like Daddy doms. And you…I mean, youlooklike the perfect Daddy Dom, y’know? And by all accounts, youactlike one. I mean, that’s what I’ve heard from some of the other subs. But I won’t call you Daddy if you aren’t into that. I know it’s not everyone’s thing.”
“As long as you’re comfortable with it, I’d like it if you called me Daddy during our scenes,” Dmitri smiles warmly up at me, not seeming at all perturbed by my nervous ramble. “I know a lot of subs and Littles believe the name has to be earned, and I respect that.”
My heart gives a funny little squeeze and it’s on the tip of my tongue to tell him that between my crush and his reputation, he’s already earned the title…but that feels like it would be crossing some kind of line when we’ve only just met, so I shrug. “I’m comfortable with it.”It’s actually a dream come true. “Do you think Jake will mind?”
“Jake just needs us to last long enough to get him at least half an hour of decent footage.”
“Half an hour?!” And now I’m back to being concerned about my stamina.
He chuckles. “We can come a couple of times in that window. Ideally, we’ll perform for about forty-five minutes and then they’ll edit it and polish it into a proper twenty-to-thirty minutes.”
Not for the first time since I realized that I’d actually turned up to the wrong audition, I wonder what happened to the guy who should have been in my place. Would he have been better prepared to film forty-five minutes of sex with the hottest Santa ever? Probably.
But this has to be some kind of holiday season miracle, because that guy hasn’t shown up, and I am about to experience something I have fantasized about for the past couple of years.
