Page 15 of Kiren

“I always decorate for Christmas.”

He turned, looking more boyish than ever in his stocking cap. “Do you have Christmas parties?”

“In the past.” I smiled. “Christmas kink parties.”

“Really? What were they like?”

I walked up to him, brushing his cheek. “Very adult. Even for experienced littles.”

His eyes widened.

“Are you shocked?”

“Um, no?”

I frowned. “Truth?”

“Maybe a little.”

“Come on. Let’s go inside. I’ve got your bag.”

We went through the garage to the side door.

“It’s cold out,” I said, closing the garage door with the wall switch and then closing the inner door behind us.

“Yeah. Cold but no snow.”

“Not yet.”

I brought Kiren’s bag to the living room.

Kiren stood in the middle of the room, body turning. “It’s a great place you’ve got here.”

“Thanks.” It was fairly large. I’d decorated it years ago with a bad boy leather style, including a huge black leather couch, but I’d gotten colorful pillows over the years to brighten it up. And to please the boys I’d had here off and on.

“Look at that huge fireplace,” he said.

A tremble came over him. Was he cold?

It was white brick with a black screen. “I can start a fire, and we can cozy up beside it.”

Kiren froze. As I watched him, all the blood seemed to drain from his face.

“Kiren?”

“No fire, Daddy. I don’t like them.”

“No fire?”

He shook his head hard. Mind made up.

“Well, all right. Care to tell me why?”

Again, the adamant headshake.

“I’ll make sure the heat is turned up. And I’ve got lots of spare throw blankets.”

His body gave a little shake. His back arched slightly as if he were in pain, then he relaxed. “Thank you.”

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