Epilogue

EPILOGUE

LUNA

“ O kay, you can come in now!” I called out through the great room as I placed the finishing touches on the Christmas Eve dinner I’d prepared and took a step back to admire it. The table was perfectly set with a fancy tablecloth, placemats, napkin rings, fine china, the whole nine yards. I’d never eaten at such a fancy table aside from maybe a wedding or two, but the china and stuff belonged to Drake’s mom. He’d grown up using it on holidays and special occasions and it was a tradition I wanted to continue, especially with Hettie kinda sorta living with us now.

At my call, Drake, Hettie, and our guests, Trent and Maureen filed in, appropriately ooohing and awing over the fancy table set with a feast.

“Luna!” Hettie exclaimed, coming over to give me a hug. “This looks perfect. Much better than I’ve ever done. What a good little hostess you are.”

At her praise, I both blushed and rolled my eyes, because it was, to my knowledge, exactly as she’d always done. Everything was hers, from the recipes down to the china and flatware. Maybe over the years, I’d add my own recipes or tweak things to my liking, but this first year, one that was already going to be rough enough, I’d wanted the Christmas Eve meal to be a source of comfort and a celebration of the life that Hettie and Harold had built together, just as I celebrated every day the wonderful son they’d made.

As soon as his mom released me, Drake came up wrapped an arm around my waist, hugging me to his side, and pressed a kiss on my cheek. “This looks amazing, babygirl.”

“Thank you.” I blushed again. “I just hope it tastes amazing.”

“I’m sure it will. Come on, everybody. Let’s eat.” Drake took a seat at the head of the table, with me on his right and his mother on his left. Maureen sat beside me, and Trent beside Hettie.

“Let’s say a quick little grace,” Hettie said before anyone could start dishing up. “For Christmas.”

I sucked in a breath and nodded, bowing my head, and was amazed when I heard Drake's voice, and not Hettie’s, offer up a quick prayer of thanks, mentioning family, our new home, our dinner company and our friends at the Ranch before adding in a quick blessing for the food and capping it off with a soft “Amen” that we all echoed.

When I looked up, Hettie’s eyes were misty. “That was beautiful, Drakey. Just perfect. Exactly what your father would have done.”

Drake smiled and reached for her hand on the table, giving it a quick squeeze. “I don’t know if anything can be as beautiful as this amazing meal Luna prepared. I’m starving.”

Hettie smiled and wiped at her eyes with the cuff of her sweater before laughing softly. “Point taken. Let’s dig in.”

To my pleased surprise, as I’d never considered myself much of a cook, or had much practice, everything tasted as good as it looked, a detail I credited to Hettie’s very detailed family recipes. The prime rib was perfectly seared, and a nice medium rare on the inside, with a tender garlicy crust. The mashed potatoes were fluffy and buttery, and the Brussel sprouts perfectly cooked with a sweet-and-salty glaze. The rolls, also homemade, melted in my mouth, and the dessert, a pretzel-crusted concoction with a layer of cream cheese and whipped cream filling, topped with a layer of raspberry jello with frozen raspberries, that Hettie called “Raspberry Pretzel Salad” even though there was nothing “salad” about it, was a perfect mix of sweet and salty that melted on my tongue, and made my tastebuds dance.

Everybody seemed to have the same opinions as me and practically licked their plates clean. After dinner, we converged to the living room, where we sat by the gorgeous tree. Drake turned Christmas music on, and we drank eggnog while exchanging gifts.

I got a family recipe book from Hettie with all the recipes I’d used for the evening’s meal, plus dozens extra, and Hettie loved the crocheted handbag I’d made her. I gave Trent and Maureen each a new paddle, since Maureen was a switch, but Trent was her Dom, and I wasn’t even a little bit surprised when their gift to Drake was the same.

“Oh great. Thanks so much for that. It’s so thoughtful,” I said with a laugh, rolling my eyes when Drake waved the maple-wood masterpiece engraved with my name in my direction. The truth was, even though it was wood, which I hated, I couldn’t wait to try it out, and I could see by Drake’s smile, he felt the same.

After one more drink and a viewing of The Muppet Christmas Carol , our company left, and Hettie bid us goodnight, making her way downstairs to her apartment.

And then Drake and I were alone in the twinkling lights of the tree, with only the faint soundtrack of Christmas music and the crackle of a fire in the fireplace playing in the background. I snuggled against him on the couch, the slight buzz I’d gotten from the eggnog wearing off.

“Merry Christmas, Daddy.” I crinkled my nose. “Are we doing our gifts to each other tomorrow?” I’d gotten Drake several things I couldn’t wait to use, or rather, that I couldn’t wait for him to use on me.

“Yeah… about that.” Drake grinned. “You know, I’ve been thinking about what my mom said about Christmas traditions and making our own.”

“You have?” I twisted my body and tilted my head up to look at him. “And? Got any ideas?”

“As a matter of fact, I do.” Drake turned and reached somewhere beside the couch to bring up my already stuffed stocking.

At the sight of it bulging with goodies I squealed like a Little. “We’re doing stockings now? Tonight?” I’d never heard of such a thing.

“I mean… we could. That’s the thing about traditions. They’re ours to make.”

He hadn’t even stopped talking when I jumped up and ran to the mantel to grab his and ran up to thrust it in his lap.

“I take it you approve of part one of my plan,” he said with a chuckle.

“Part one?” I sat back down beside him and he placed my stocking in my lap before nodding.

“Part two involves using the things inside the stockings.”

“Oooh.” Anticipation rushed through me, sending a shiver down my spine as I realized Drake must have had the same idea for my stocking I’d had for his. Suddenly I almost didn’t want to know. “You go first, Daddy.”

He wrinkled his brow and squinted at me, then reached in my stocking to grab the first gaily wrapped package and placed it in my lap before doing the same with his own stocking. “How about we go together?”

I nodded, my fingers already digging into the tape at the edge of the package. I laughed when what fell out was obviously lingerie, and Christmas-themed lingerie at that. “Daddy! Did you get me an elf costume?” I screeched as he unwrapped a pair of velvet Santa Claus boxers with jingle bells at the hem and threw his head back as he convulsed with laughter when he saw the matching hat.

“I did. A naughty elf costume for my naughty elf. And it seems great minds think alike. Oh this is amazing. Thank you, sweetie.”

“Let’s put them on!” I grabbed my costume and ran to the bathroom to change with Drake calling after me.

“Right now?”

“Yes, Daddy! Right now!” I slammed the bathroom door shut and ripped off the red sweater dress I’d worn for dinner, quickly replacing it with a green velvet teddy with a ruffled skirt that was so short it shouldn’t even really be called a skirt. I rolled on the striped stockings with red bows on the front and attached them to the hooks that dangled from the get-up. A thin velvet elf’s hat completed the outfit and I ran out to see Daddy standing by the fire in his velvet boxers with the hat perched atop his bald head.

“How do I look?” he asked, turning.

He looked amazing and only a little bit silly, but I tapped my chin and hummed like I had to think about it. “You’d look better if your beard was white. More Santa-like.”

“Oh yeah? Well, one of these days it will be.” Drake smiled and made a grab for me, tickling my sides. “I can’t wait to grow old and gray with you, babygirl.”

“You can grow old and gray,” I grumbled. “I’m keeping my hair pink forever.” I crossed my arms and pretended to pout.

Drake just laughed. “I wouldn’t have it any other way, babygirl. Shall we keep going?” He was asking the question even as he led me back to the couch where our stockings were.

My second gift was candy-cane-striped vibrating panties. I tore open the packaging and slipped them on immediately while Drake unwrapped my second gift to him. A large, red-jeweled butt plug and peppermint lube. Yes, I was a masochist at heart.

“Oh, baby, I can’t wait to see how this looks peeking out from between your pretty little ass cheeks.” He looked from the plug to me, and back again, then smiled. “In fact… stand up and bend over.”

“What?” I gasped. “Daddy, no! That’s not how this goes! We still have more presents to open!” But I was already obeying even as I protested and soon Drake had peeled my new panties down and his hands were parting my cheeks. I folded in half with my head near the floor, hanging between my legs as he pushed and prodded my tight back entrance. I heard the telltale pop of the lube cap, and then him whistling as he coated the plug.

The cold metal pressed against my tight hole, and I tensed.

“Breathe through it, babygirl.”

I breathed, as inch by inch he slowly inserted the cold metal plug. I could already feel the peppermint lube creating a delicious and only mildly painful burn inside me. And then pressure as it pushed further, seating itself between my cheeks.

“Beautiful,” Drake said, patting my ass with his hand, pulling my panties back into place, and helping me back upright. When I was standing, he kissed my forehead. “Thank you for my present, babygirl. I love it.”

And before I could say “you’re welcome,” he grinned and a deep vibrating pulse started between my legs. I pressed them tightly together, my eyes wide. I’d forgotten all about the panties!

“Dadddyy,” I moaned. “Stop or we’ll never make it to finishing our stockings.”

“Oh, I think we will.” He gently pushed me onto the couch and handed me another wrapped package from my stocking before sitting beside me and withdrawing another from his own.

Once again, we seemed to have been thinking along the same thought process as I knew without opening the package in my lap that it was an implement of some sort. “I don’t know if I want to open this,” I grumbled.

“Oh you do, you definitely do, my little spanko.”

“Fine.” I tore open the wrapping gasping when I found a beautiful, obviously handmade leather flogger with stunning pink and black falls. The tips had been twisted to look like rosebuds. “Daddy, it’s gorgeous.” I ran the falls between my fingers, my gut clenching and my pussy tingling as I imagined what it would feel like against my ass, my thighs, my back, my breasts.

A loud smacking sound startled me back to reality and I looked over to see that Drake had opened the spanking spoon I’d gifted him. It was also hand-carved, with an intricately engraved handle that said “Naughty List” in an elegant script.

“Naughty List, huh?” Drake laughed. “Well, this seems like it definitely needs to be used tonight.”

“Noooo!” I cried, even though that was exactly what I’d had in mind when I’d bought it. “We can’t use it right now! We have to finish opening our stockings.”

“Luckily, we each only have one thing left.”

I frowned when I realized he was right.

Drake shook his head and handed me my last package. I ripped off the paper to reveal a small box of fancy truffles made by Heaven Leigh’s Daddy, Angel. Now it was my turn to laugh because that was exactly what I’d given him as well.

I started to open mine, eager to taste the chocolatey goodness, but Drake plucked the box from my hand. “Those are for later. I’ve got one more idea for a very special Christmas tradition for the two of us.”

“Oh yeah? What’s that?” I asked, even though I had a pretty good idea.

Or at least, I thought I did. The next words out of Drake’s mouth surprised me.

“How about we gather up all our new goodies, and take a little midnight trip to the Dungeon?”

The Dungeon was my happy place, even more than our new home, and that was an invitation I couldn’t pass up. “Oooh, yes,” I breathed, my body already tingling with anticipation from all the delicious possibilities.

Drake shoved all the items into his stocking, even our chocolates, got his coat and mine to keep us covered while we made the short drive from the Ridge to the main building.

Fifteen minutes later, I found myself in an uncharacteristically empty Dungeon, lit up with twinkling lights, secured to a St. Andrews cross, the vibrating panties still doing their thing, with my Daddy behind me holding my brand new flogger.

I squinted my eyes closed and held my breath, anticipating the sting of the first strike and the rapture that would follow. But it didn’t come. Instead, chest hair tickled my back as Drake pressed his hard body against mine. His hands wrapped around my neck, and he gently turned my head to the side. When his lips caressed my cheek, my eyes popped open.

“It’s 12:01,” he whispered.

Ohh, Christmas. It was here, and we were celebrating in a way I would have never dreamed of but couldn’t wait to experience.

“Merry Christmas, Daddy. Um… what are you doing? Are we gonna start?”

Drake’s slow smile made my heart race. “Merry Christmas to you. And yeah, baby, we are. I was just wondering: What do you think of our new Christmas tradition?”

I smiled. “I’m not sure it’s exactly what your mom had in mind, but I think it’s perfectly us.”

“Me too.” He kissed my cheek again. “Thank you for making memories and traditions with me, baby. I can’t wait to make a lifetime more.”

“Let’s start right now, Daddy.”

And that was exactly what we did.

The End