Page 60 of Santa’s Little Faker
Something about that just did it for him, so I stayed focused on it as we got closer to the end of his spanking. “What will I do if you come over with that on you like you’re the Master in this relationship?”
I thought I knew what he’d say, but the reality of it was so much better than I could’ve ever expected.
“You’ll…” His entire body seemed to clench and I could feel his orgasm just out of reach. All it took was one more right over the center of his ass where his pucker was barely peeking out between his full cheeks to throw him over.
As the pleasure crashed over him, he was still lost in the fantasy of it. “You’ll. Bend. And. It. You’ll."
Orlando seemed to think he’d gotten the full fantasy out based on how he crashed into the cushion in relief and let his orgasm take him over the edge. It seemed like he’d imagined me bending him over right there and using the belt on him, and that was clearly a lot sexier of a fantasy than I would’ve imagined.
It still seemed to be floating through his mind as he finally wore himself out and went boneless over me, but my adorable cutie was never at a loss for words. “I…I think I understand.”
Was that it?
No.
“Scene fantasy versus reality.” He didn’t seem to have noticed how long of a pause he’d taken in the middle of that thought, but I was glad he’d given me more information.
“With the belt?” When his head jerked like he was trying to nod, I kept up my slow caresses and tried to go with what I thought his point had been. “Yes, it seemed like a fun adlib in the moment but we both knew that we weren’t going to actually try any impact play with implements this time.”
And I was very glad he remembered that part.
“I…I could pretend, though, and…and my brain tried to make me think it was coming.” Stretching, Orlando didn’t seem to be second-guessing anything as he rolled onto his side and snuggled into me. “Brains are weird. Everyone says so.”
Hmm.
That didn’t seem quite as big any longer.
“They are.” Shifting to a simpler explanation, I stroked my hands over his back and down to his ass as we cuddled. “Butthey’re fun too as long as we remember what’s real and what’s pretend.”
Nodding, Orlando purred like a cat as he arched his back out for more pets. “Spanks were real. Belt was pretend. Scary pretend but not really scary.”
“That’s right. Scary pretend can send shivers through us and make happy time even more fun, but we don’t have to make it real.” Just because he loved his spanking didn’t mean he’d want to explore something like a belt, but there were other thuddy kinds of play that I thought he’d enjoy. “And we have our lists and talks to make sure we both know what’s pretend and what’s real.”
If pretending that I seemed to own him could be considered reality.
“Real is fun.” Wiggling his bottom, he giggled when I gave it a squeeze. “That wasn’t big scary. I’m glad…I’m glad my internet people were right. Sometimes they’re right. Sometimes they’re not.” He shrugged and hisoh wellkind of expression had me trying not to laugh. “They were right this time.”
“I’m glad.” But we were going to come back to the wholethe internet was rightconversation another time. “We’ll try new things, and if we like it, we’ll keep it on your list. If we don’t like it, we’ll mark it as a no.”
“Lists are nice.” Closing his eyes, Orlando rubbed his face against my side as he yawned. “I’m not tired. I…I get…I get another reward.”
And he wasn’t going to forget it.
“I know. You’re going to get lots of rewards tonight because you were a very good boy.” He didn’t seem to need to hear thelist again, so I stayed focused on our current plans. “And I know you’re not tired, but I have a bedtime surprise for you, so we’re just going to pretend it’s late enough for bedtime stuff.”
He was tired and it was late enough for us to be thinking about bedtime, but that wouldn’t be helpful to point out or fun.
It did, however, get him to ease back and actually open his eyes. “Bedtime present?”
“Yes, once I’ve gotten enough cuddles from my sweet boy, I’m going to take you to the bedroom and show you the surprise.”
I hadn’t been sure what kind of aftercare he’d need, but it seemed to be very little based on how he started to wiggle.
Somehow his pants had ended up wrapped around his knees and Trippy didn’t appreciate it. His frown and the way he was glaring at them were adorable, but he wasn’t going to put up with it for long. “I’m stuck, Daddy. I need. I need my. I’m stuck.”
He needed his reward.
Got it.
