Chapter 2

Chapter Two

Stirling

I’d been so good.

I’d been cheeky and funny… and everyone thought I was cute.

Now I was going to get rewards because being a brat was exhausting.

“I… I need my orgasm but I might need a nap.” I was supposed to tell Rhett when I needed something and those seemed to be my big needs at the moment. “I don’t know how brats do it all the time.”

Rhett chuckled, kissing my head. “I think it’s less tiring when it comes naturally to them. Conner seems to get energy from it.”

Very true.

“I had fun but doing that all the time would wear me out.” Nuzzling against him, I sighed when he started rubbing my bottom again. “I was… I did a good job, though.”

“You were very brave and you looked so sexy.” Rhett’s fingers teased down the center of my ass. “But I have to admit, you made me think too hard. Being the Dom to an all the time brat would be exhausting too.”

Giggling, I pressed my face against his side. “You looked like it was so easy.”

“No.” Letting out a deep breath, he started playing with the back of my thong again. “I had to keep paying attention to what you were saying and rolling my eyes. It was a lot of work.”

I tried not to laugh but it was hard. “You always pay attention to me.”

Sometimes too much.

He always knew when I was naughty or when I hadn’t said nice things to myself… He even knew when I hadn’t eaten vegetables.

Rhett was trying to sound bored but it wasn’t working. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. It was so much work. You kept making sexy, smart-ass remarks and I had to sigh and frown.”

And glare.

“You looked very sexy when you were frowning at me.” I wouldn’t have been able to say that a year ago, but I could now and his squeeze said he was proud of me. “And the other Littles liked it too. They loved it when Santa got stern with his naughty elf.”

Me.

I’d been naughty.

Rhett laughed. “They kept egging you on, so I’m glad you don’t want to do it all the time. I had to think too much.”

He’d been fast with his comebacks and frowns, though.

“Conner was very proud of us. We were the best Santa and elf the club has ever had.” Rhett’s pleased chuckle was wicked and filled with pride. He liked being the best. “And you’re not the type to boast, so I wanted to make sure you knew how wonderful we were.”

Snickering, Rhett nodded. “Yes, I’m so modest. Thank you.”

He was silly and confident and sexy… but not modest.

“I’m going to have to give you a reward for being such a good Santa.” He was a very sexy Santa in the tight T-shirt and leather-looking pants that Conner had picked out. It wasn’t totally Santa accurate, but with the red jacket and big black leather boots it was paired with, he looked amazing.

I was totally Team Sexy Santa now.

The Littles were just going to have to accept they’d lost that argument.

“No. No. No. You’re not going to distract me. It’s your turn to be rewarded because you were amazing. Brave and sexy and confident and a wonderful brat. That means you get rewarded.” He sighed when I stayed quiet. “You didn’t realize you were doing it, did you?”

“No, but you take good care of me and you noticed.” I wasn’t as bad about it as I used to be. Dr. Miles said it was okay to accept praise and it was even more okay to like being praised. “You’re right. I was amazing, and because I was so good, I get rewarded. That’s the deal and the way we set up the scene.”

Being good was hard, but being naughty was way too stressful to do it all the time.

This had been a very good example about why I needed to accept being a good boy and not wish I was naughtier.

“I can ask to reward a good Santa when we get home, though. That’s in the rules.” Unless it was specifically my turn, asking to make him come was always acceptable because it’d taken me a while to work up the nerve to do that when we’d first started dating.

I’d probably driven Rhett crazy, but I wasn’t nearly as shy and jumpy as I had been at the beginning of our relationship.

I’d even told him that he’d left a lot of dishes in the sink lately.

He’d rewarded me for that too.

Shoot.

“You left the dishes in the sink deliberately.” My head popped up without my thinking about it and I saw Rhett trying not to laugh. “That’s so naughty. Oh. That’s…”

Lips pressed together, Rhett shrugged.

“You have to confess. That’s not an acceptable way to answer.” If I couldn’t pout and shrug, he couldn’t giggle and shrug.

Somehow he managed not to laugh, but it looked painful, like he had to swallow a rock. “I had to show you that it’s okay to remind me if I forget things or get lazy. You’ll tolerate too much from me if we’re not careful.”

Putting up with a few dishes was not putting up with too much.

“You worry too much.” Kissing his cheek, I sat up and straddled his lap. “But I’m going to show you that you don’t have to worry.”

Somehow.

Before he could tell me that was impossible, I wiggled over his erection. “I would like my reward, please.”

Yes, that would show him.

Hopefully.

I was going to try because one of the naughty subs asked me the last time we’d played at the club if worrying about me was the reason Rhett had gone gray early.

Rhett said that wasn’t how hair worked, but I wished I was confident enough to say that at least some of it wasn’t my fault.

“Oh.” His hands shifted so he was cupping my bottom and he rocked me forward as he squeezed it. “Very confident. I like that.”

Giving me a quick peck, he patted one cheek just enough to send a shiver through me. “And I really like kissing a pretty pink bottom.”

I tried not to blush and hide, but it happened anyway.

As I crashed into his shoulder and pressed my face against him, Rhett laughed and patted me again. “It’s going to be the perfect frame to give you kisses.”

“You’re so naughty.” He liked being naughty and sometimes I was pretty sure half his excitement in a scene came from making me wiggle and blush.

“You’re right and praise will definitely get you tongue kisses in nice places.” He laughed when that made me groan. “Such a cutie. Let’s see if we can make you moan instead, though.”

Never.

I was just going to groan and die of embarrassment… but probably not until I got my kisses because he was very excited about them. He even laughed when I sucked in a breath as he picked me up unexpectedly and set me on the chair. “Into position, my naughty elf.”

He really liked being Santa too.

So I had to play along because he was so happy about it.

Scrambling to my knees, I turned and faced the back of the chair, squealing when he tugged on my knees to bring me closer to him and push my bottom out.

Rhett laughed and gave me another firm pat. “I couldn’t reach these kissable cheeks.”

Happy Doms were very dangerous.

They just got giddy and then they wanted to do stuff to please their subs. They did things like peeling down the back of their costumes and kissing their spanked bottoms.

“So pretty and pink.” Master sprinkled soft kisses over my cheeks as I hid my face against the chair. “Did you hear how sexy everyone said you were?”

Nodding, I sucked in a breath and moaned as he inched my thong over and gave me another kiss. “Yes… I… they were nice.”

Almost everyone at the club was very nice… and when they weren’t, Conner was scary… so that always fixed the naughty people.

“They loved these pretty undies too.” Master’s sexy sounds said he’d also liked them. “They decorate you so nicely.”

I couldn’t help squeaking as his tongue flicked over my hole and sent sparks through me. “I… I picked them out for you, Sir.”

He liked pretty things and I liked the smile he got when he saw me all dressed up.

The sounds he made were wonderful too.

Happy moany noises came out of him as he gave me more kisses, and his fingers started caressing the soft fabric around my hips as he pushed the front of my costume down.

Words.

He liked words.

Ugh.

“I… I wanted to surprise you… and… and show you what a sexy elf you had.” Conner had helped me keep the undies a surprise.

“I knew that naughty sub was up to something when he made us get dressed separately.” Master nibbled on my bottom, letting out a low chuckle when I moaned. “He said he wanted our costumes to be a surprise but I knew that wasn’t all there was to it. He’d looked too pleased with himself.”

Conner was sneaky.

I couldn’t decide if I wanted to giggle or moan as Master started rocking the chair so he could tongue kiss me. “Sir… that’s…”

So good.

“It… it was a good surprise, though.” Very good. “You… you looked so sexy, Sir.”

Best Santa ever.

Even Conner had said so, but I wasn’t sure I should tell Master that Conner had been drooling over his ass.

“I liked looking sexy for my naughty elf.” Master nibbled on my other cheek as he spread his fingers wide on my hips so he could almost caress my dick. Somehow it was almost as good as actually touching my cock and it sent sparks through me. “My cheeky elf who called me old.”

I wasn’t going to laugh.

No. I was his good boy.

But then he creaked.

He just kept getting naughtier because as I laughed, he rocked me back against him again and his tongue was very wicked… and it felt very long.

And as I moaned and shivered, he made a pleased sound and kissed me deeper until it felt like he was going to make me explode.

The way he was kneading my cheeks just made it worse or better or something.

My spanking had been so good and made me so achy even before he’d turned my emotions inside out. Now all I felt was the wonderful tenderness and the little sparks of pain that fired through me every time he squeezed my cheeks.

Kisses.

Nibbles.

Sparks.

The motion of the chair had pleasure and subspace sneaking up on me, and right as the fuzzy-brain feeling was ready to suck me under, Master spanked me one more time and my orgasm crashed over me. The first wave drowned me in pleasure, but it just kept coming as his hands stroked over me and his mouth teased me.

When I finally collapsed against the back of the chair, he chuckled and gave me one last kiss. “I love getting to reward my sexy elf.”

Me too.

“Do you think Conner will let us keep the costumes?” I hadn’t gotten to sit on Santa’s lap yet. “I need to tell Santa I was a good boy.”

Rhett sat beside me on the chair, pulling me into his arms as he did his best to avoid my mess. “You want to sit on Santa’s lap and tell him how good you’ve been.”

He should’ve looked silly saying that but he looked wonderfully serious and understanding when I nodded. “Then that’s what we’re going to do.”

Rhett was always so confident and somehow it was sexy and scary at the same time. He walked through life knowing he could do anything, and when we’d started dating, he’d decided I could do anything too.

Yeah, happy Doms were kind of scary… especially when they loved their subs lots and lots.