Epilogue

EPILOGUE

MILLIE

Ten years later…

“ Y ou kids need to get to sleep,” my mom says, entering the room and scooping little Liam right up into her arms. She gives him a kiss and walks him to his bed. “Santa won’t come if you’re not in bed.” She puts him down and tucks him in. That boy is way too cute. His big sister on the other hand is as stubborn as my mom. She’s determined to stare out the window all night long in hopes of catching the jolly man in the act of delivering their presents. Little does she know, he’s already here turning my living room into a Christmas fairy tale.

“That’s right,” Santa states as he steps up behind my mother, dressed in his flannel pajamas, looking like a grizzly old biker dude in pjs and not at all like the big Jolly old Saint Nick that I see up at the North Pole every day. “He sees you when you’re sleeping, and he knows when you’re awake. So you better close those eyes and get to sleep.” He nuzzles into the side of my mother’s neck, whispering something that I unfortunately have the pleasure of hearing. “Because Santa needs to give his naughty girl a spanking.”

My mom giggles at his remark, while I fight the urge not to gag. Gross. I may be thirty years old, but I definitely don’t want to know that my mom’s going to be getting the Big D tonight. As happy as I am for her that she’s found her soul mate, I don’t want to think of them going at it. It’s weird enough knowing that my stepfather is Santa Claus.

While the two happy lovebirds are canoodling and giggling, I step over to Liam’s bed and give him a kiss on the forehead. “Good night, my sweet boy. I love you.”

“Love you too, Momma.” He turns to face the wall, hugging his stuffed bear and closing his eyes again. He’s eager to get to sleep so he can wake up and it will be Christmas morning.

“And you, my sweet girl.” I step over to Rachel’s bed. “You need to close your eyes like Grandpa Nick said and get some rest.” I reach for her comforter and pull it over her little frame.

“Is Auntie Laney coming tomorrow?” she asks.

“Yes.” I smile. My sister will be here as soon as she’s done feeding the elves breakfast. That girl loves making them a special pancake feast every year as a way of saying thanks for all their hard work.

“Yay!” Rachel beams brighter. “And will we get to see Grandpa John and Grammy Margot?”

“Yes.” I nod, having already gone over the details of tomorrow with her, but I know she’s stalling. She is bound and determined to stay awake. “We’ll go have Christmas dinner with them before we head to Alaska for New Years to spend time with Gramps and Grams.” Brawn’s parents. Although it’s not really Alaska where we’ll be going. We just tell the kids that so they don’t go sharing all our family secrets to the kids at school. Not that any of them would believe them. Even I have a hard time believing it some days.

Her smile gets even brighter. “I can’t wait to see Gramps and Grams. They’re so fun. But will Uncle Argus be there?” She scrunches her nose up, clearly not his biggest fan.

“Yes.” I nod. “He’ll be there too. And I hope you’ll be nice to him.”

“He’s so grumpy,” she states, shaking her little head. “Even Auntie Laney agrees with me.” That she does. Argus is one creature Laney is not a fan of. But I think that’s just because he’s immune to her happiness and charms. Laney is used to being the center of attention. Bubbly, pretty, and always the girl everyone wants to be around. People and elves alike gravitate towards her, but not Argus—he ignores her most of the time, and if he ever does speak to her, it’s usually to ask her to stop talking.

I have to bite back my giggle at the thought. Personally, I think watching the two of them is funny.

“I think he’s just shy,” I tell her. “Now, it’s time for you to shut your eyes and go to sleep so Santa can come.” I lean down and give her a kiss on her forehead. “Love you, sweet girl.”

“Love you, too, Momma. Good night.”

I leave their room, noticing that the frisky Mr. and Mrs. Claus have already fled the scene. I’m sure they’re up at the North Pole having a private Christmas celebration of their own, while my sexy husband and the other elves are out delivering gifts around the world. I close the kids’ door and turn down the hall toward my bedroom, pausing when I hear a sound. I listen quietly, not hearing anything else, so I chalk it up to the house settling and open my bedroom door. As soon as I shut it behind me, a hand comes around my mouth.

“You’ve been such a naughty girl this year, Millie.” My heart starts to settle at the sound of my husband’s deep voice. He must’ve finished early tonight. “I saw how many times you used that toy without me. I watched you give that thing my pleasure.” My pulse starts to spike again. Brawn told me to throw the rabbit away, but I couldn’t bear to part with it. It was the very first gift he ever gave me. And sometimes when he’s up at the North Pole and the kids are at school, I find myself an aching mess and need to give myself some relief.

“I always think of you,” I tell him. “So, you are still the owner of my pleasure.”

He makes a tsking sound as he comes to stand before me. “That’s no excuse, little dove. I told you that if you ever need a release, all you have to do is ask and I’d be here in a flash. But instead of calling for me, you used that plastic thing. And that makes me very angry.”

Oh God. I’m already soaked at the thought of what’s to come, and when he gives his command, I nearly lose my strength to hold myself upright. “Now, you’re going to strip down and go climb up into your swing. You know what happens to bad little girls. Their pussies get spanked.”

I reach for the bottom of my shirt, eager to strip myself down. My body is already trembling with anticipation. The swing is dangling above our bed, threatening the most exquisite torture. I make my way towards it, ridding myself of my clothing with every step. This swing is one of my most favorite presents that my husband has ever given me. Some nights he’ll make me climb in so he can spend hours torturing me with his tongue. Pushing me back and forth, driving his tongue in and out, deeper and deeper.

I climb up into position, the cool air hitting between my widely spread legs, and I can barely breathe past the need rising inside me. My head falls back on my shoulders, desperate for my master to begin his punishment.

“You like getting fucked by this thing, don’t you?” The sound of my vibrating rabbit has me lifting my head. My husband is holding it to his nose, scenting the remnants of my release. I wash it after every use, but he has the nose of a giant, so I’m sure he can smell me. And when his tongue licks around the top, a low rumble coming from his throat, I know he can taste me too.

“I’ll tell you what, little dove. If you take your spanking like a good girl, I’ll fuck that tight little ass with this toy.”

Mm...Brawn is in a very naughty mood tonight, and now my ass is quivering with excitement of what’s to come, because I always take my spanking like a good girl.

He climbs onto the bed, his black little paddle already in hand. That’s another one of my special presents. He made it for me to tame my stubborn streak, but his fun little gift backfired on him. I loved being spanked so much, I went out of my way to defy him. But when he started to withhold that magical dick of his, I quickly shaped up.

“Your little valley is soaked, little dove. I don’t think it’s going to take much before you’re screaming my name.”

It’s not going to take much at all. And when the paddle lands right between my legs, his name is already falling from my lips. The magical sparks of tension shoot right through me. The current of lust is surging into my clit. Every part of me is in blissful agony. Ready for more of my punishment. Needing him to give it to me harder.

He lands another hit down, and a fiery pulse shoots up my spine, making me feel alive. Making me want to be a very a naughty girl.

“That’s only two, my little dove, and this clit is already quivering.” He rubs the paddle through my folds. Up and down. Gaining speed as he begins to stroke his cock. The sight is nearly my undoing. The pleasure is building quick. Delicious tension is tightening in my gut, becoming tauter with every second. And when he starts raining down quick successive hits, the cord snaps. His name comes moaning from my lips as my entire body ignites with that magical heat, sweeping me right up in the intense feeling, swinging me through wave after wave of pleasure.

I finally come back from the magical realm and open my eyes. Brawn’s staring between my legs. His tongue licking across his lips, watching me make a complete mess of myself.

“That was good, little dove. But now it’s time to show this cock that he’s the king in your world.”

He climbs up before me on the bed, grabbing ahold of the sides of the swing, and then…he’s pulling me forward, his cock sliding right into my body. My head falls back on my shoulders. The need instantly staking its claim on my sanity. He pushes and pulls me on and off his cock, swinging me in a rhythm that builds me to a frantic place. And when his magic starts to trail its way over every nerve, igniting the blaze, I sink into the heat and submerge myself in all the incredible sensations. Feeling like a happy girl on Christmas morning.

Brawn always takes me to a far away place. A place that’s filled with joy and love. A place that soothes my soul and chases away any doubt and every fear. My husband breathes the calm into me. He tames my wild and makes me feel like I can can conquer anything. He’s made me a true believer. Not just in the magic of Christmas, but in the magic of eternal love.