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But when the trio began discussing the slave Mika lost several years ago to brain cancer, my heart ached for the man.Having loved and lost, he’d vowed to never claim another sub.If anyone in the room understood the need to protect your heart from complete annihilation again, it was me.
Still, question about Mika’s vehement reaction the day I’d mentioned Emerald’s name continued spooling through my brain.His hatred toward my new friend seemed way over the top.Though it was none of my business, there was something bizarre about the whole thing.
The days passed in a blur, and the weather turned bitter.I spent every Saturday morning learning volumes about submission.My Masters were pleased with my growth and seemed eager to answer my questions evoked by the classes.Before I’d even realized it, my trust in them had grown deeper and stronger, just like my need to please them.
Christmas morning, I woke to an empty bed and the doorbell ringing incessantly.After tossing off the covers, I rushed to the bathroom, then tugged on my clothes before bounding down the stairs.
As I reached the foyer, Drake stood in the doorway wearing a red, velvet Santa suit, and a scowl, while Trevor danced around him, dressed like an elf and singingMerry Christmas.Clutching my stomach, I plopped down on the stairs, consumed by laughter.
Drake turned and pinned me with a big, bad, Santa-Dom glare.
“And just what do you think you’re laughing at, pet?”Drake growled.“You know Santa has a list for insolent subs.If your name is on it, girl, then Santa knows how naughty you’ve been and you’re likely to get something you don’t like.”
“Oh, I’m sure I’m on that list, Santa, because I’ve been a wicked, naughty girl…numerous times.Just ask my Masters.They get naughty with me all the time.”I laughed so hard, tears leaked from my eyes.
“That’s it!”Drake barked as he slung the big red bag off his shoulder and set it on the floor.“No bunny flogger for you.”
“I can’t help it, Sir,” I choked through my howls of laughter.“I’ve never seen a Dominant Santa before.It’s…it’s…hilarious.”Laughing even harder, Drake narrowed his eyes and began to dig through the large red bag.Trevor stood behind him with a hand pressed to his mouth, smothering his grin.Dylan and Nick watched with expressions of disbelief while merriment danced in their eyes.
“Hilarious, am I?You may not think so when you’re cuffed and helpless beneath the crack of this whip.”Drake pulled a plaited red and black single tail from his Santa bag.
“Uh-oh, sister, you’re in trouble now,” Trevor warned with a child-like giggle.
“Oh, Santa,” I begged over-dramatically as I bounded off the steps.“Please don’t give my Masters a whip.My lily-white ass will never survive.”
“We already have three,” Dylan announced with a devilish grin.
“But not for me, right, Masters?”I asked, innocently batting my lashes.
“Not today, little one, but we’ll work up to it.”
The conviction in Nick’s voice sent tendrils of dread wending through me.
The doorbell rang again, keeping me from fixating on my Masters whipping my ass.As Trevor pulled it open, Mika stood on the porch, brushing snow off his coat before stepping inside.His eyes grew wide, and he started laughing when he saw Drake and Trevor.
“What kind of fucking holiday spirit got into you two?”Mika laughed.
“Don’t laugh, Sir, or Santa will give you horrible gifts.Like a nasty whip,” I said in a stage whisper, nodding toward the whip in Dylan’s hand.
“I’ve already got dozens of those, but I’d be interested in seeing if Santa brought me a bottle of Glenfiddich,” Mika replied, peering into the red bag.
“Though you’re the baddest boy on the list, I think there’s something in there for you,” Drake grinned as the pair shared a bro-hug.
“You say that like it’s a bad thing.”Mika grinned, shucking off his coat and placing it in my waiting hand.“Thank you, Savannah.Regardless what Santa thinks, you’re a good girl.”
“Thank you, Sir.”I grinned.
As I hung up his coat, the doorbell rang again.
“I’ve got it,” Trevor announced, dancing toward the portal.
A second later, Sammie crossed the threshold, arms filled with gifts.
“Let me help you, Mistress,” Trevor offered as I dashed to help him relieve her of the packages.“Under the tree, Sirs?”he asked Dylan and Nick.
“Please, dear boy.”Nick nodded.
“What tree?”I asked in confusion, trailing after Trevor.
