Page 64 of A Little Christmas: Rivi
“Yes.”
“But this is a performance. Trent’s mine all the way. Is Briar really yours?”
“I hope so. I feel like I’m his, that’s for sure.”
“That’s so great.” Ozzy smiled and hugged me.
Just when I thought they were finished, they brought out other kinds of whips. They wielded them like dancers. Sometimes they let the sub rest. His head was back. Briar spoke to him. He nodded slowly.
Uncle Trent caressed him with the leather he held. They stroked his hair. Finally, they let him off the cross and together carried him to a waiting couch.
I stood and walked closer so I could see.
The man lay on his stomach, his head turned. His eyes were rolled up. He was smiling and he looked like he was having the best dream of his life.
Uncle Trent and Briar never left his side as water was brought. The sub wasn’t ready to drink yet, as oil was rubbed all over his back and thighs. I stood close enough to smell it. Lavender-scented.
I watched closely. Uncle Trent and Briar were focused on taking care of the sub. It was non-sexual but still sensual. Respectful. Like they were duty-bound and nothing else existed until taking care of him was accomplished.
I understood something as I watched. That was where Uncle Trent’s heart beat. In caring for others. He’d done it for me and Mama since I was a kid. Briar did it through his job as security, making sure play scenes were safe and consensual.
My chest expanded. My eyes filled with tears.
This. This was what I’d always needed. Both men recognized that in me. Uncle Trent as a distant father-figure, but still always answering my calls any time I needed to talk. And now, Briar, on a more adult level, catering to my deepest, innate gay fantasies.
How lucky was I to have both of them in my life?
I took a deep breath. Then I began to clap. Others joined in.
Uncle Trent and Briar lifted their faces to the crowd, nodding to acknowledge the positive response.
Briar caught my eye and winked at me.
I smiled at him, pushing my glasses up on my nose. I mouthed two words to him.
“You’re beautiful.”
He smiled back.
Later, when the sub was able to be left with the friend he’d arrived with, Uncle Trent and Briar stood and walked about the room, visiting with friends and newbies alike.
I approached Uncle Trent.
“Hey, Rivi. Are you enjoying yourself?”
“More than I ever thought.” I stepped forward and wrapped my arms around his waist.
“What’s that for?”
“Thank you for taking such good care of me for most of my life. And for inviting me here. And for letting me and Briar get to know each other.”
I stepped back, blinking away the moisture in my eyes.
“Rivi.” He reached out and stroked my hair. “You’re welcome.”
“I love everything about this holiday. And this party. I’ve learned so much about myself and others. I’m very lucky.”
“You are very loved. Very special. I hope Briar knows.”
