Billy didn’t answer, but Nick didn’t seem to need him to. The alpha spoke in a low, intense voice.
“It’s because you like being dominated. The fact that I’m holding your face like this is making your little cock harder than it’s ever been in its life. If I told you to get down on your belly and worship my boots, you wouldn’t even think of disobeying me.” Nick grinned, wide and mean, and Billy felt shame curling in his stomach.
“Do you know why? Because disobeying me would make you feel worse than lying on the ground—like a worm—and licking my boot. Because you’re submissive.”
Billy couldn’t deny the truth of Nick’s words, not with how he was feeling right now, but having it thrown in his face was not fun. He felt humiliated, and he wondered why Nick was being an asshole to him. Billy hadn’t done anything to deserve it.
This wasn’t punishment for the explosion, was it? Billy couldn’t imagine that the new Santa would be so cruel.
Nick let go of his face and pulled him back to his feet, and Billy realized that there were tears in his eyes.
“Being submissive isn’t a bad thing,” Nick said softly, the hard edge gone from his voice. He pulled Billy in for a hug, and Billy leaned into the muscular embrace. Strong arms wrapped around him in comfort, and Billy pressed his face into Nick’s hard front. He didn’t understand what the alpha was playing at.
“I like dominating people, and you like submitting. One doesn’t make you better than the other,” Nick said after a while. “I won’t think less of you for letting me dominate you.”
He sounded sincere, and Billy relaxed. In his fantasies, Billy was always the one being thrown around and fucked—but it was playful and fun. He never acknowledged to himself the fact that he was taking on the submissive role. It wasn’t something he’d avoided; it just wasn’t something he’d thoughtto explore. The idea of getting down and licking Nick’s boots was completely foreign to him, but he couldn’t help but admit to himself that the idea had a certain appeal.
“Have you had sex before?” Nick asked, stepping back and handing Billy his drink. Billy’s hand brushed Nick’s leather clad finger when he took the glass, making him shudder.
“Yes.” Billy took a big gulp of his dandelion wine, relaxing as he felt the alcohol hit his system. Elves got drunk on even the smallest amount of liquor, but it only lasted a few minutes while they burned it out of their system.
He looked up, nervous, but Nick looked happy with the answer.
“Have you ever been fucked?”
Billy nodded, blushing beet red.
“By an alpha?”
Billy shook his head. He’d seen a few alphas come through the castle over the years, but he hadn’t talked to them, much less had sex with any of them. Nick’s chest puffed up at the answer. He sounded cocky when he asked his next question.
“Have you ever fucked anyone?” The words were said almost like a challenge.
Billy shook his head, his blush intensifying like a pressure inside his head. He’d had plenty of opportunity to be on top, but it had never been something that appealed to him. Nick seemed to like that answer even better than the one to whether or not he’d ever been fucked by an alpha, and Billy wondered what he read into it.
“What about BDSM, do you have any experience with that?”
Billy was confused. He had no idea what Nick was talkingabout.
“What?”
Nick licked his lips, studying Billy with a small smirk on his face. “BDSM. It stands for bondage and domination, discipline, sadism, and masochism. Have you ever explored anything like that?”
Wide-eyed, Billy shook his head no. He was feeling lightheaded again, and he was acutely aware of how big and strong Nick was compared to him. The idea of being disciplined and dominated—of being tied up—had him feeling hot and bothered.
“Would you like to?”
Billy swallowed, his mouth feeling dry. He slowly nodded his head and jumped when Nick took step closer. The big Santa laughed, taking Billy’s glass of dandelion wine and putting it down on the counter.
“Good,” Nick said, bringing his hand up to cup Billy’s neck. He pushed Billy forward, leading him away from the bar.
“Where are we going?” Billy asked. Nick’s hand felt like a vice on the back of his neck.
“I want to show you my playroom,” Nick said. He pulled Billy close to his body and Billy’s spine tingled in anticipation.
“Your playroom?”
Nick chuckled, rubbing his thumb in circular motions over Billy’s neck, and didn’t answer. They walked from the living room and down a wide hallway, stopping in front of a wide set of double doors. Nick pushed the doors open, and marched Billy inside.
