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“Are you purposely trying to change the subject, boy?”Drake scowled.
Worried for Trevor’s backside, I held my breath.
“As a matter of fact, I am.”He thrust out his chin defiantly.“I don’t want you stroking out on Jesus’s birthday.”
“I’m going to fire up your insolent ass when we get home, boy,” Drake snarled.
“Oh, goodie.Santa got my letter!”
As Trevor grinned and clapped, Drake sank a mighty paw in Trevor’s long, blond hair, then tugged his head back before dropping a sizzling kiss over his lips.
“And therein lies the problem with pain sluts.”Sammie grinned.“The only way to punish them is to ignore them.”
Releasing his boy with a hungry growl, Drake nodded.“You may ask Masters Dylan and Nick if it’s time to distribute the gifts, my sassy slut.”
After leaping to his feet, Trevor wiggled his ass in Drake’s face.When the big Dom landed a firm slap, Trevor whimpered in delight.
“I fucking love you two.”Mika chuckled, shaking his head.
“We love you, too, Master,” Trevor replied, blowing the club owner a kiss before sobering quickly.
Placing his hands behind his back, he lowered his gaze and approached my Masters in a stunning display of respect and submission.
“Master Dylan and Master Nick, if it pleases you, may Savannah and I have your permission to pass out the presents…pretty, pretty, pretty please?”
“Hedoesknow how to be a good slut, after all,” Drake tsked.
Though his tone dripped with sarcasm, a blind man couldn’t miss the pride and love in the big man’s eyes.
“Yes, Trevor, you sweet boy, you may.”Dylan smiled with a nod.
The words had no more left my Master’s lips, than Trevor tossed all protocol out the window and jumped up and down, squealing in excitement.
Grabbing my hand, he pulled me off the floor, and grinned.“Let’s do this.”
“Boy!”Drake bellowed in a scary, feral cry.
Trevor froze.The happy smile fell from his face as he slowly turned toward Drake and lowered his gaze to the floor.The room turned so quiet, you could have heard a pin drop.
“I don’t remember them giving you permission to touch their sub, do you?”Drake chided.
“No, Master.I’m sorry.I got carried away in the moment.”Slowly turning his head, Trevor sent Dylan and Nick an apologetic grimace.“I’m sorry, Sirs.”
Nick nodded in appreciation.“You’re fine.You have our permission to touch Savannah…respectfully, any time.”
“Thank you, Nick.”Drake nodded before turning a stern glare on his sub.“Trevor?”
He raised his head and swallowed tightly.“Yes, Master.”
“Enjoy yourself, boy.”Drake beamed.
Trevor’s face lit up brighter than the tree.Jumping up and down like a kangaroo on crack, he thanked Drake and Nick, then dragged me to the tree.
The next hour was a blur of paper ripping and bows flying as we unwrapped the mountain of presents.For the first time in years, I felt like a child again.
Nick and Dylan were speechless when they opened the custom-made floggers—each with their initials scrolled into the handles—that Emerald had secretly helped me order from a Dom at the club.And their eyes lit up at the matching boxes of pervertibles I’d scoured long and hard to find.Dylan held up the innocuous wooden pasta paddle I’d found at a gourmet foods store, then flashed a smile filled with the promise of a red ass.
“They’re not really lifestyle toys,” I said softly.“But they reminded me of our time at the barn.”
