Epilogue
“Holy shit, Big D,” Jake chortles down the line, “you have got to see the comments rolling in on Miracle.”
I put my phone on speaker and smile widely at Miles, where he pauses, crouched over the box of Christmas decorations I’d pulled down from the attic at his begging.
“Well, I’ve got Miles here with me,” I tell Jake, “and you’re on speaker. Go nuts.”
“Oh, do you?” The teasing lilt in my old friend’s voice has me rolling my eyes. “I knew you two had chemistry. Would you consider letting me and the boys come and shoot some additional scenes at your place?”
“I’m up for it,” Miles leers at me, and I snort.
“Behave, precious. You know what happens when you tease Daddy.”
“Uh, guys, I’m still here.” Jake laughs. “But, seriously, people love you. They’re begging for an encore. Oh, maybe we could do a Valentine’s themed follow-up?”
“I’m not dressing as sexy cupid,” I warn him.
“But I might,” Miles says. “Tighty-whities and a bow and arrow? I could rock it.”
“Sold!” Jake cries before I can nix the idea, kind of wanting to keep that level of sexiness all to myself. “Start thinking up Valentine’s puns, guys. The comedy with the sex and the heart…it’s pure gold.”
Giving me a cheeky smirk, Miles taps his plump lower lip with his index finger as he improvises, “Hmmm…Roses are red, violets are blue, I’ll get on my knees ’cos I know what to do.”
Jake sounds beyond impressed. “Yes! Save that energy for the cameras.”
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 pains are 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.”
“I’ll come,” he whines. “I always come when you spank me. It’s like…like a Pavlovian response to it now. Like you’ve trained my body to come when you spank me.”
It’s difficult to hold back my chuckle, but somehow I manage. It’s probably the fact that he sounds genuinely bereaved. Instead, I stroke his back. “I love that you make a mess every time I make your perfect ass cheeks glow, baby. You know that.”
“Yeah, but Santa’s rule was no coming. And if I come, I don’t get to suck Santa’s cock.”
“Oh, I see. Well, what if Santa changes his rules this time?”
His throat works for a moment. “Why would Santa Daddy do that?”
“Because it’s Christmas, precious. And,” I pause to make sure I have his complete attention, gazing into his beautiful eyes as I add, “I love you, Miles.”
Joy lights up his features even while his eyes well with tears. “Oh my God,” he murmurs in awe, and I don’t know whether he meant to say it out loud or not. Then he swallows again and says, “I love you, too, Dmitri. So much.”
“Even if I make you come every time I spank you?”
His resulting laughter is watery, but he’s nodding. “Yes,” he leans in, dropping his voice lower, as if sharing a secret, “maybe especially because of that.”
With his mouth so close to mine, I can’t resist the temptation to dip down and claim it with my own. I start with good intentions, kissing him sweetly after our shared feelings, but then he climbs back into my lap, straddling me, and all bets are off.
I moan when he grinds down, his erection bumping against my own. All plans to get into costume and reprise our silly sexy Christmas roles vanish, swept from my mind at the touch of his tongue against mine and the sound of his needy mewls and whines.
I lose myself in him, in his soft sighs and in the way his fingers tug at the ends of the longer hair on the top of my head.
The way his mouth tastes like sugar cookies, and the hard press of his abs against my softer belly.
This kiss is all heat and affection; a celebration of our feelings for each other and a filthy promise of things to come.
Speaking of things to come…
Miles eventually draws back to breathe, and gives me a saucy wink. “Hey, Daddy?”
The glint in his eye makes my dick twitch with anticipation. It’s the same glint that I saw on the day we met, the one that promises his cheeky, slightly bratty side is about to come out to play. And, God, but I love that side of him. I love every side of him.
“…Yes?” I stretch the word out with exaggerated caution, playing his game, knowing it’s what he wants from me in this moment.
His kiss-swollen lips stretch wide, and for a second I’m distracted, already imagining them wrapped around my aching cock. But then he speaks, “Did you know that we’re like hot chocolate and marshmallows?”
Oh, no. Does this count as a Christmas pun?
I thought we were done with these.
Still, he’s practically vibrating on my lap, so I sigh and give in. “How’s that, precious?”
“Well, you’re hot…and I want to be on top of you.”
I snort and groan all at once, affecting exaggerated disgust, “That one was awful, baby.”
Miles pouts. “So…you don’t want me on top of you?”
I grip his hips and thrust up against him, letting him feel just how much I definitely don’t hate the idea.
“Now, I never said that,” I drawl, watching his eyelashes flutter shut and grinning at the damp spot forming at the front of his gray sweats, “but I thought Daddy’s good boy wanted to suck Santa’s candy cane? ”
Instead of a verbal response, Miles clamors off my lap, landing on the rug on his knees with a dull thump.
I spread my legs further apart in invitation, chuckling at his enthusiasm to pull my erection out of my own sweatpants, lifting my hips to give him better access as he tugs my pants down my thighs.
My cock, much like I’m sure his is, is already wet and throbbing with need. It strains up towards my belly, flushed and purpled at the head.
On his best behavior tonight, Miles wraps his fingers around the base, but looks up at me and asks, “Can I suck it now, Daddy?” in his most submissive voice.
“Fuck, yes, precious.”