Page 65 of Loving Luna

After one more drink and a viewing ofThe 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 placedit 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.

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