It’s Blissemas! I look forward to this every year, and this year, I’m sharing a post on what a Dom/sub Christmas might be like over the holidays, with family and friends around, and so much to do! I’m also sharing an excerpt from Christmas is Coming, my story from the Seasonal Shenanigans anthology :).
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Anyway, onto my post!
So if you’re in a vanilla relationship, beyond the usual things most of us have to do over the holidays, like Christmas dinner with the relations, and spending time with people you usually only ever see at weddings, birthdays and big holidays, your time is probably your own. You can eat too much turkey, inhale ALL OF THE CHRISTMAS CHOCOLATE, and laze in front of the TV for an after dinner snooze.
If you’re the sub in a D/s relationship, however, things might be a little different, depending on how your relationship works. While you’ll probably do at least some of the above, your dominant might have their own ideas about what you will or won’t be doing.
I have an excerpt below for you from Christmas is Coming, which is about Will and Abby’s first Christmas living together, so before that, I thought I’d hand you over to Abby for what it’s like spending a Dom/sub Christmas with Will when they’ve been together a few more years:
“Oh, well it depends on his mood, and whether he’s feeling mean… I mean, whether he’s feeling er… If he feels like making me squirm! He’d never embarrass me in front of my family, though, so when we go out to visit, he won’t make me do anything special or wear anything under my clothes. That doesn’t mean he won’t do that if we go to a Christmas party with all of our kink friends, though! I’ve gone out with a rope dress on underneath my party frock before now, and we don’t talk about the time when he wanted me to wear a butt plug to Boxing Day dinner with Roz and Gavin and I er… couldn’t keep it in! Sorry, was that TMI? Anyway, it made an abrupt reappearance just as l was getting up to go to the loo between the main course and dessert. Well, Will talks about it. Well, he tries. What comes out (pun not intended!) is mostly a series of snorts of laughter and the odd word!
Or there was the time when I er… misbehaved a bit before Christmas, and he seriously put me on a chocolate ban! Can you imagine? The gallery was heaving with tins of biscuits and boxes of chocolates from clients right in front of my nose all day, and I couldn’t have a single one. After a couple of days, he relented – a bit! – and said I could have one Malteser. Have you ever tried opening a packet and only eating one?
And I was trying to lose weight at the time, so he was actually helping. Kind of. So I told him if I ate one, I’d go over my calorie allowance, and he said he was being gracious and allowing me to have some chocolate, and I couldn’t because I’d go over my calorie allowance. He said I really ought to allow myself some contingency. And I said if I did, you’d just have a contingency to get around my contingency. That got me a spanking!
I could go on with so many different tales, but I’ll leave it there.
Honestly, it can be hard, frustrating, hilarious, hot and sexy all at once at any time of year, but he always does make me feel loved and special, whether it’s Christmas or not. And I wouldn’t have it, or him, any other way. Anyway, I’ve got to go before I get myself in yet more trouble. His Holiness wants my presence in the bedroom, pronto! Who’s a lucky girl? That’d be me!”
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Blurb for Christmas is Coming:
It’s almost Christmas, and Abby decides to decorate the tree, despite Will, her Dom, telling her to wait. But when she drops his toolbox and all the parts scatter like confetti, she’s left wondering if she’ll be able to sit down by *next* Christmas.
What will happen when Will gets home?
So here’s the excerpt I promised, and it’s the opening to Christmas is Coming, when Will and Abby are sorting out their first Christmas together:
“I’ve got it.” Abby Crossley burst into Will Sterling’s office, also known as the small room off the dining room, waving a battered brown box that had clearly been repaired many times with sticky tape.
Will looked up from the laptop on his desk. “Okay. Is that a good thing?”
“Yes,” Abby said emphatically, dropping the box triumphantly on the dark wood of Will’s desk and pressing a kiss on his cheek. “And how is my great and wise Lord and Master this morning?”
Will took off his glasses and slung his arm around Abby’s waist, pulling her close. “Great and wise Lord and Master, is it? What are you after? And what’s in the box?”
“Oh yes.” Abby grabbed the box and opened the top carefully, tissue paper rustling as she lifted out whatever was inside. “Look.”
Will looked, not feeling quite so incandescently excited as Abby seemed to be over the tattered brown teddy bear, dressed in a Santa tunic, that was revealed. A spray of what should have been holly and berries was just about clinging to its hat, but only a forlorn single red berry and a couple of sagging, torn leaves remained. One of the bear’s eyes was completely missing, and different coloured patches of fur adorned its body where it had worn through and been lovingly stitched, time and again.
“This is Bebe the Bear.”
“Of course it is.” Will pulled her onto his lap, bear and all. “It’s… maybe needing some repairs?”
“My mum made him when I was tiny. And once I’d stopped carrying him with me everywhere I went, we put him on the mantelpiece every Christmas. It’s a family tradition. I was thinking we could do the same here, if that’s okay.”
Will smiled and touched the bear’s soft fur. “Oh, definitely. Got to keep up the tradition. He’s been well loved, hasn’t he?”
“He has. Just like me.” Abby grinned and nuzzled her cheek against Will’s neck.
Will cupped her cheek gently. “No doubt about that, sweetheart.” He tipped her face up to his for a kiss. “So, why did you call him Bebe? Isn’t that a girl’s name?”
“Ah, well, baby me couldn’t say ‘bear’ properly. Apparently, I just kept repeating ‘beh’ and holding my arms out when I wanted him. So Bebe it was.”
“Very cute.” Will stroked a finger across Abby’s bottom lip and then took the bear from her and put it down on his desk. “We’ve established what’s in the box, so…” he grabbed her wrists and held them firmly behind her back with one hand, “…now to find out what exactly you’re after with all this ‘great and wise’ flannel. Are you going to tell me, or do I have to persuade you?”
He tweaked her left nipple sharply and Abby gasped, squirming on his lap. “Okay, okay. I give.”
Will mock-frowned. “That was easy. I’m actually quite disappointed about that.”
He tweaked her right nipple.
Abby jumped. “Oh! What was that for? I said I’d tell you.”
“Well, I wouldn’t want that one to feel left out.” Will grinned. “And also, because I can. Come on, spill. What gives?”
Abby bounced up and down on his lap. “I’m just so excited. It’s our first Christmas living together, and I’m really looking forward to it.”
“It is, and so am I. You’ll have to somehow manage to contain yourself, though and wait to see what Santa brings you on Christmas morning.”
Abby wriggled again, getting comfortable. She put her arm around his neck, running her fingers through his short dark blond hair. “Oh, that’s not it. Well, it is. You’ve been winding me up for days, and I’m dying to know what you’re planning. But it’s Christmas Eve morning and we still haven’t managed to put the decorations up.”
“I know. Sorry. I’ve been so busy with work, trying to get everything done before the holidays so we can have a proper break.” Will glanced at the long list on his notepad of things still to be done and rubbed his eyes, stifling a yawn.
“Oh, I’m not blaming you. You’ve been working all hours, and I’ve been getting everything ready for my exhibition at the art gallery too. There just aren’t enough hours in the day at the moment, are there?”
Will shifted Abby on his lap, conscious that she was having the usual effect on him; his cock was standing to attention like a soldier on parade. He cleared his throat. “I was thinking we could do it all tonight, once I get home. Have a nice dinner and then get the tree and everything out and decorate the lounge.”
“We-ell, I was thinking I could do them this afternoon? I’ve got to do some shopping this morning, and then pop into the gallery for a couple of hours, but then I’m finished until after Christmas.” Abby leaned in close and undid a button on his shirt, sliding her hand inside to touch his skin. “Then you wouldn’t have to bother tonight, and I thought maybe we could play.”
Will grabbed Abby’s hand to stop her as she explored further, and his cock strained against his trousers. “Oh, I see. That’s what you were thinking, is it? You’ve got it all planned out.”
“Well, no, I was just –”
“It’s a nice idea, Abby, and as for playing, I think we might manage that too.” Will slid a hand into Abby’s long dark hair, making a fist and pulling her head back hard. He listened to her breathing change and her soft moans, and smiled. “You can probably tell I’m totally fine with that idea. I’d bend you over the desk right now and fuck you so hard, if I didn’t have to get going.”
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I’d like to wish you and yours a very happy and peaceful Christmas, or simply Happy Holidays, depending on how you spend it! 🙂