Page 31 of A Little Christmas 4: Teller
The men’s room was empty as I changed from my work suit to another. It fit me like a glove, and I loved it. I pulled on the redvelvet hat that wasn’t the one Mistress Geraldine had shown me, and I looked into the mirror. It was easy to see my true identity, but that was fine. I’d kept the secret for a few weeks more than I’d wanted, and I was anxious to see Teller’s response to seeing me in the suit he created.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
I unlocked the bathroom door to see Barrett with a big grin. He handed me the box, which I put into my other pocket, and he adjusted my hat. “Thank you for doing this, Briggs. I appreciate it.”
“You’re more than welcome. We’re a great team, Barrett. I can’t wait until we reorganize York Properties. We’ve both got a bright future. I’m glad we’ll be spending it with the people we love.”
I stepped out of the men’s room and walked down the hall to where Mistress Geraldine was standing in all her leather catsuit glory. She had a large brass bell and a black satin bag with toys. “Here you go, Santa. Thank you for dropping by. We appreciate it.”
I nodded and tossed the bag over my shoulder before I began ringing the bell as I called out on my way through the club to the littles’ room. “Ho! Ho! Ho! Are there any good boys and girls here?”
When I approached the littles’ corner of the club, I was met with the most adorable sight. Seven littles dressed in pajamas, a few of which I’d seen in Teller’s design room. They were adorable, and as I walked into the room and took my seat on a big red throne, I glanced around until I saw my baby boy in his polar bear onesie. His mouth was open as he recognized me in the suit he’d made. His glowing smile filled my soul.
“I have toys for special good girls and boys. Who wants to sit on Santa’s lap?”
They quickly lined up, and I opened the sack to see lots of stuffed animals. After I listened to their Christmas wishes, I let them pick a toy before I sent them on their way. The last two in line were Maizie and my Teller.
“Hello, Maizie. What can Santa bring you?” I asked, throwing my voice a bit more dramatically than usual. I saw Barrett in the back of the room with his phone, so I was hamming it up a bit, but I was excited about what was about to happen.
“Hi, Santa. I’d like a pair of princess shoes, a pink umbrella, and a good year for my Daddy at the office.” She kissed my cheek, and I wanted to hug her tightly, but I waited, pulling the box out of the pocket of my red velvet coat.
“I have this for you, Maizie. I think my helper wants to take over,” I said as I stood from the chair and motioned Barrett over.
Removing my hat, I plopped it on Barrett’s head when he took my place, and I stepped off the riser to stand beside my Teller. He wrapped his arm around my waist. “I had a feeling it was you. Those measurements perfectly matched yours, Daddy.”
I kissed the top of his head. “I can’t get anything by you, sweet boy.”
We both laughed as we watched Barrett propose to Maizie with a beautiful engagement ring. She said yes, and they both cried. It was absolutely beautiful to see them so happy, and when they posed for pictures, I was sure their joy would be clearly evident.
I glanced at Teller in his cute polar bear pajamas. “Do you want to go play with Santa?”
He smirked. “Not how you think I want to play. I can play with toys anytime, but right now, I want to have my own personal Santa all to myself. You wanna leave?”
My sweet baby boy could read minds as well. What a lucky Daddy was I?
We hurried out of the club and to the Bronco in the parking lot, and in fifteen minutes, Teller pulled into the garage. We ran inside, and I had the pleasure of Teller giving Santa a blowjob in the kitchen before we went up to bed and I got an early Christmas gift.
The real Santa couldn’t have been happier than me at that moment.
Epilogue
Briggs
One year later…
This was the wrong time to do it. You’re not supposed to tell someone you love them for the first time when you’re both on the brink of orgasm, so I was sure asking someone to marry you was a big no-no under the same scenario. But maybe that only applied to the first proposal? How about the fifth?
The first time I asked Teller to marry me was on New Year’s Eve the previous year. We’d only been together for eight weeks—he’d only moved in with me three weeks before that night, but I was sure we were destined to be together for the rest of our lives. Love had no timeline, or so I thought.
I’d planned to ask him the night of the Little Desires Holiday Party at Leather & Lollipops, but I didn’t want to steal the thunder from Barrett and Maizie’s engagement, so I put it offuntil New Year’s Eve. I took Teller to New York on a private jet, rented a large suite at The Knickerbocker on Times Square, and planned a romantic dinner at Sicily Osteria on West 46th Street. I was more excited about proposing to Teller than I’d been about buying my first building.
The night was perfect. The atmosphere was romantic. I ordered an expensive bottle of champagne to celebrate after he said yes. I even ordered their signature dessert, Limone De Sicilia, a lemon cheesecake mousse and had the engagement ring delivered earlier in the afternoon to be placed in the whipped cream on top.
Just as the maître d' stood six feet away from our table, ready to pop the cork on the champagne, I took a deep breath and said, “Teller Buchanan, will you honor me by becoming my husband?” The waiter placed the crystal dish of mousse in front of him, and Teller smiled before he answered…
“No.”
The waiter waved the maître d' away, and I sat with my mouth open.
