Page 21 of A Little Christmas: Rivi
“There. All set. You look ready to meet any storm that may come our way.”
Together, we walked outside and into the paths of people running around still getting things ready for the big gate to open. Somebody shouted that the cars were already lining up along the road from the highway. We were going to have quite a crowd.
“This is gonna be a fun day.”
Briar patted me on my shoulder. “I agree.”
We moved slowly past the booths looking into each one. Most of them were cooking food items like hot dogs and street tacos and funnel cake. There were two coffee carts, and the scent of coffee mixed with cocoa was intoxicating. I'd been informed by Ozzy last night that everything in these booths would be free. No one had to pay. That was the way Trent did things.
One booth we passed was filled floor to ceiling with Christmas themed candy canes, lollipops, cookies and more. I reached out and touched a lollipop that was nearly as big as my head. It had a Santa face on it painted in sugar.
“Do you think I could take one of these?” I asked Briar.
“I don't see why not.”
“Of course, darling.” A woman came up to the front of the booth. “Everything here is for the guests. I have a candy store and bakery in town, and I come here every year. Take what you like.”
“Just this, please.” I held it to my chest. “Thank you.”
“Would you like something, sir?” the woman asked Briar.
“I'm a little full right now but I'm thinking of coming back later for one of those cookies.”
“Better not be too long,” she said. “The cookies are the first to go.”
“I'm not surprised.”
As we ambled away kicking at little snow drifts, she called out, “Merry Christmas.”
“Merry Christmas,” we called back in unison.
We left the booths behind and wandered in among the trees. The whole world seemed muffled in snow under the bright light of the late autumn sun. I felt so young, so little walking next to this big man. I had so many questions, but I was afraid to ask all of them because of how it might make me look. Too naive. Or maybe too young to be playing these games.
I pointed out a few of the trees I liked because of their color and shape. Briar agreed with my choices and said they were beautiful. Slowly, I began to insert my questions.
“When did you find out you liked daddy dom stuff?”
“When I was very young it was hard enough realizing and accepting myself for being gay. But then I found my community and within that, smaller communities of people that interested me. It was actually a female dominatrix who taught me a lot about kink play of all kinds. I tried out pretty much everything from both sides. I enjoyed being in charge, setting things up and having my partner at my mercy but also enjoying himself. The aftercare part is huge for me. Also, it was a turn on. A lot of it is about control. At least, for me.”
“That makes sense that you would like being a daddy because that's also being in control.”
“Very much. And I have a protective instinct for those I care about. I get to play that out when I'm a daddy. It’s very satisfying.”
“Is it okay that I ask you these questions?”
“I love talking about this subject.”
“Good. Sometimes I think people might not want to feel like they have to teach someone like me.”
“Someone like you?”
“My first time. You know what I mean?”
Briar nodded. “I do. In the ways I play I feel like I am constantly learning and teaching. That's what makes a good partnership.”
“I only know about myself that I like the idea of a daddy. I've always liked stuff that reminds me of my inner child. I want to feel that again. Like being safe and cared for and loved but with the tools of childhood, too. I don't want to give that stuff up even though I'm an adult. I like that stuff.”
“Is it tied in with your fantasies?” Briar asked.
