“I’ll do my best,” I say, cringing at how lame the words sound.
But Dmitri just gives me another one of those soft smiles, the skin at the edges of his eyes crinkling. “Good boy.”
Chapter Four
Itake it all back: taking on this project is the best life choice I’ve ever made. Is it still a cheesy Christmas-themed porn shoot? Yes. But it has introduced Miles into my life and, yeah, it has only been a handful of minutes so far, but I’mexcitedabout getting to know him.
This kind of spark —this kind of connection— hasn’t happened for me in longer than I’d like to admit. Things were getting stagnant. I was getting tired of it. Bored, even.
Then a hot-as-fuck sub stumbled into my porn scene, and it feels like a Christmas miracle. Especially because he wants to call me Daddy. At his own damn suggestion!
Maybe I crashed my car on my way here and this is all just a coma fantasy.
Honestly? If that’s the case, leave my machines plugged in and don’t bother trying to wake me up. I’m happy here.
I didn’t know about my reputation at The Grove, though I should have guessed that the subs would compare notes about who they thought were the best doms to trust with their needs.It is flattering to hear that I was right up there with the best of them, and even more flattering to think that this muscular, gorgeous younger man was so taken by me that he was too shy to request a scene.
I just hope that I don’t disappoint him today.
If I had my way, I would take him somewhere secluded and give him a show with all the bells and whistles. I’d make him writhe and pant and beg —at which point I would spank him for breaking my ‘no begging’ rule— and then give him the most dedicated aftercare he’s ever had in his life.
I’m talking cleaning him up gently and carefully, getting him dressed into loose, soft clothes, snuggling with him and discussing the things he enjoyed about the scene, and the ways he might want to change it if we did it all again. I’m talking about making sure he’s properly hydrated, or that he takes a nap if he needs one. Getting him food if he’s snackish, or doing whatever his go-to comfort activities are with him. Being the best damn Daddy I can, basically.
Because while he might not be into regression, he was very specific about wanting not just a Dom, but a Daddy Dom. There’s a certain extra expectation of nurturing that comes with the title, regardless of whether the sub in question sinks into a younger headspace or not. He wants a Daddy to take care of him just as badly as he wants to be dominated, and I love that he’s open about that.
I love a man who knows what he wants.
I also love that what he wants aligns nicely with what I want, too.
Even if it is only for today’s scene, though I try not to let that thought bring me down. Not when my gut is telling me that this could be the start of something special if only I let it happen at its own pace.
For all that Miles knows what he wants, he still seems a bit skittish. It could be the nerves about this being his first ever experience filming porn, but I think it’s more than that. The surprise of recognizing me —and the cute awkwardness of confessing his ‘club crush’— probably hasn’t helped, either.
But then…he’s paid to be here, and so am I. I’m sure his crush is legit, his body’s reactions and his discomfort are too real to be anything other than that, but maybe he’s concerned that I’m only playing with him because that’s what I signed up for.
“Don’t be nervous,” I tell him, smiling warmly. “You look perfect, and the camera is going to love you. You’ve got this, and I’m here if you need to safe word out, okay?”
He does seem to settle a bit, a sweet blush rising to his cheeks. “Thanks. I’m, uh, I’m looking forward to doing this scene with you.”
My stomach swoops a little at how earnest he sounds and I open my mouth to flirt in return, but then Jake calls for our attention.
Break time is apparently over, and now it’s showtime.
***
After running through the general process for Miles’s benefit, reassuring our newbie that we do take breaks to clean up, hydrate, and let our bodies recover for the next round, Jake gives us some idea of the positions he wants to see us in, and the overall tone for the scene. He looks over at me with a wry smirk. “That last shoot we did together was a hit, but people asked for more ‘connection’ after that one. So maybe try to go softer and slower. I mean, itisChristmas, guys. Let’s make some sweet and sexy holiday love for the people, hmm? Apparently romance isn’t dead. Who knew?”
It's a rhetorical question and we all take our places at his barked command. I blow a kiss to Ricky, one of the two camera guys, as I saunter past to stand behind the fake door. He’s straight, as far as I’m aware, but always captures the most flattering angles with his footage. He raises his middle finger towards me right before Jake settles back into his chair and yells “Action!”
Nobody’s had the heart to tell Jake that this isn’t Hollywood. He pays so well that it feels cruel to take that from him.
After fixing my silly red hat and grabbing the matching big, red bag of fake presents, I knock on the door and wait only a few seconds before it swings inwards. Leaning casually inside the false doorframe, I give Miles a moment to exaggeratedly look me over from head-to-toe and then back again.
“Santa,” he breathes with what sounds like giddy delight. He widens his eyes and bats his lashes. “What a big sack you have! What’s in there for me?”
With the rolling of the cameras, I can’t give in to the bark of startled laughter that threatens to burst from my chest. He was all cute and awkward only a few minutes ago, but now…now he’s confident and, if I’m not mistaken, a little bratty.
There’sdefinitelya glint of challenge in his pretty blue eyes.
