Hello and welcome to my contribution to the 12 Days of Christmakwanzaka blog hop. 12 Days of Holiday themed romantic goodness. Thank you to Alyssa Cole and Julia Kelly for putting this all together and including lil old me. Click their names to check out the other contributions to the HOP!
I decided to add a little more to Grant and Violet’s story. Even if you haven’t read FIT, you can check this little Christmas diddy out to see where Grant and Violet are now before you go back to see where they started. Happy Holidays!!
(or FIT part 3.5)
“Luuuuucy! I’m home!”
Violet looked up from her tablet as her boyfriend/Dominant bounded through the door, his arms loaded with bags. She didn’t exactly look at him, she glared. She was not in the mood for Grant’s cheery bullshit. Christmas was two days away, but the Christmas spirit had been sucked right out of her.
She’d broken her ankle in the stupidest way, dancing on the stairs at her latest wrap party. Producing Chef Masters had been an absolute nightmare. So many divas, so many problems, little and huge, but it was the holidays. They’d wrapped under budget and her boss had suggested they throw a huge party for all the crew and production staff that had worked for them throughout the year. It was Violet’s time to cut loose.
In line with her plan to drop some weight, she’d cut back significantly on her junk food and alcohol intake. She’d lost a few pounds and turned herself into a lightweight who could barely handle more than two drinks. Another thing she hadn’t planned on? Landing herself a new man in the form of her personal trainer.
Things had changed a lot between them in the last eight months, professionally and personally. Grant still trained her, free of charge of course, but their relationship had grown intense. He introduced her to his kinks and the world of BDSM, shown her a true submissive side of herself that had been laying dormant, waiting for the right man to tap into her needs and wants. She loved Grant with all her heart as her boyfriend and Dominant and that’s why she was so bummed when he couldn’t make it to her wrap party. He had to fly home to help his parents with something that turned out to be minor. But Violet still sulked and drank herself stupid. So stupid she danced herself right off a flight of stairs and broke her ankle. A girl her size had no business walking in heels that high and definitely no business dancing in them like a drunken burlesque girl.
She’d planned to spend Christmas in Los Angeles with Grant instead of back home in Connecticut with her family. What she didn’t plan for was spending her whole hiatus in Grant’s condo with her leg in cast.
Poor Grant was trying his best though. He went out and bought a huge tree. Decorated seventy percent of it by himself when Violet got tired of standing with her crutches. Every morning when she woke up she found a couple more presents under said tree, meaning he’d wrapped them while she’d been asleep and just the idea of that made her want to cry, it was so cute.
He’d even gotten festive collars for his dog, Max and his cat, Bill. Whenever the TV wasn’t on, Christmas music was playing through his surround system. He actually had pretty thorough and varied collection, but Violet couldn’t find herself in the Christmas mood. She had something to tell Grant. Something she’d discovered while she was being tended to in the ER. Only her best friend Faye knew, but she had to tell him soon.
Grant dumped the bags on the counter and the floor then stood in all his Scandinavian god glory and smiled at her. “Don’t you all get up at once.”
Violet ignored the way that smile made her pussy clench and glanced at Max on the couch beside her. The massive Rottweiler gave Grant a cursory look then went back to sleep. Bill was probably asleep on the bed.
“I think everyone’s in chill mode.”
“I’m seeing that, Miss Ryan.”
She watched as he crossed the room. He was too gorgeous. Tall and blond with a thick gold and red beard, and muscles and muscles for days. Oh and the tattoos. Violet ignored the skip her heart beat tried to pull and set down her tablet. She wasn’t too cranky to tilt up her head when he leaned down to kiss her.
“How are you feeling?” he asked when their lips parted. Another shiver to ignore as he stroked her hair.
“Okay. Just a little achy. I feel like my ass is spreading out mostly.”
“You’re not gonna get any complaints from me in that department.” Violet had lost around thirty pounds since they met. She had a lot more to go, but Grant always made it clear that her loved her body in whatever state it was in. Even if she had a bum leg.
He kissed her again before going back to the kitchen. “I got my mom’s Christmas cookie recipe so I’m baking today, sister. And I got few other surprises for you too.”
“Oh yeah? You fix that time machine so I can go back and unbreak this ankle?”
“Not even close, but I think you’ll like it. You want your one of your surprises now?”
Violet shrugged. “Sure.”
“Okay. I’ll be right back.” He grabbed one of the bigger bags off the floor and walked toward the bedroom, singing along with the Stevie Wonder song that was playing through speakers. That made Violet smile. He had a voice like an angel.
She tried to get back into her e-book, but now that Grant was home she was too restless to focus. She stood and hobbled to the kitchen and started putting away the groceries. She was almost finished when the sound of Grant stomping back into the room forced her to look up.
“HO HO HO! How do I look?”
Her boyfriend was standing there in a full Santa costume complete with a fake beard and a huge bulk of padding around his middle. Violet almost choked. “Um, you look festive. And oddly sexy. Am I supposed to be attracted to Santa?”
“I don’t see why not. He’s a big, strapping man. Cares about kids, knows how to direct an army of elves. A lot of women find that type of power attractive.”
Violet held on to the counter as she looked him up and down. He’d included Santa’s signature white gloves. “So is this for me or…?”
“It’s for you. You said you missed your window to get your picture taken at the mall with Santa.”
“Yeah, I’m not battling a sea of kids and stressed out parents in this cast.”
“So take pictures with your own private Santa.” Grant came toward her, slipping a large hand under the hem of her shirt. It was a challenge to keep her eyes open. “And I thought we could do a little role playing. You can tell Santa how nice and how naughty you’ve been, and Santa can dole out presents or punishments accordingly.”
Violet was definitely wet now. They hadn’t had sex since he’s gotten back from Florida. She was still shaken up from her tumble and he was just worried about her getting better. Sex hadn’t come up, until now.
“What do you say?”
“Tell me your safe words.”
Violet did close her eyes then as a shiver rippled over her body. She had no clue how Grant did it, slipped so easily from being this sweet, silly doof of a guy to being one of the sexiest, commanding men she’d ever met, but every time all it took was a simple change in his voice, a look, a touch or a few simple words and she was right there with him, ready to go and more than willing to submit.
She looked back up into his deep blue eyes. “Yellow if I need you to pull back and Red if I need you to stop.”
“Good girl. Now, why don’t you step into Santa’s workshop.”
Violet shrieked as Grant scooped her up and carried her over to his oversized rocking chair beside the couch. At first Violet thought it was a weird thing for a single man to have in his living room, but the piece of furniture had worked its way into a lot of their games. It might get a lot of use in other ways, down the road.
When they were situated Grant pulled out his phone and started snapping pictures of the two of them. Some were intentionally sweet. He pulled down the beard for a few so you could actually see his face and then they took a couple silly shots. Violet stuck her finger up his nose in one and her tongue in his mouth for another. Her favorites ended up being of the one of them sharing a simple kiss and the one where Grant is licking her face.
“So tell me, Violet. What do you want for Christmas?”
Violet let out a light sigh even though her mind was racing. I want to stop being a scared ass and just tell you. I want you to be happy. I want you to tell me you want this because I think I do. I want you tell me it’s going to be okay, that I’m not ruining my career. That this will work.
“I think I just want you, Santa.”
“You should show me.”
“Switch seats with me, please.”
“Not a problem.” Grant stood and gently deposited Violet into the rocking chair. She went right for the large belt. Grant caught on and tossed the pillow he had against his stomach then started unbuttoning the jacket, revealing his tight abs under his tank top.
Violet pulled his huge cock out of his boxers and went right to sucking it. She loved the taste of him, the feel of him in her mouth and between her fingers. He rocked his hips in time with the bobbing of her head, stroking her hair and murmuring nasty, sweet nothings until his came down her throat.
“Was that good enough for Santa?” she asked between final licks over the head of his cock.
“Oh yeah.” Grant squeezed his eyes shut, something he always did after he came, but wasn’t done playing with her yet. Proof was the intense look on his face when he started pulling off the white gloves. He dropped to his knees and slowly started working Violet’s pajama pants and underwear down her thighs. He was careful pulling both over her cast and more careful as he spread her legs apart. He slid his fingers into her waiting cunt making Violet whimper. He used his other hand to grip the back of her head.
“I want you to come for me.”
“Yes. Oh god, I will.”
Grant did that thing he did, read her perfectly, did exactly the right thing. Sometimes she needed it soft and sweet and a little slow, but not today. She wanted it rough. He stood up straighter, pressing their foreheads together as he delivered the finger fucking of a lifetime. Violet couldn’t stop thinking about how good it felt, how badly she was wanted to come. How much she loved him. She just blurted it out.
“Oh god! Fuck. Grant, I’m pregnant!”
Grant froze, then yanked his fingers back. Violet let out a laugh that sounded a little manic. “You weren’t hurting me.”
“Are–are you sure? I–I” He smoothed his hands over her thighs, checking to make sure he hadn’t broken anything on her suddenly delicate body.
“Yes, I’m sure and yes, I am pregnant.”
“How? I mean–” Grant sat back on his knees and shook his head. “When?”
“I’m about seven weeks.”
“That night of the Halloween party.”
Violet smiled, nodding. “Yeah.” She’d been on the pill and they used condoms frequently, but not always. And it only took one time, that one percent of ineffectiveness. They’d gone to a costume party at the bondage club Grant belonged to and fucked until sun up in one of the private rooms. Condom free.
“Is this okay?” Violet had already made up her mind. They had passing conversations about kids and family, but they hadn’t discussed marriage or kids of their own. Still, Grant looked surprised at her question.
“Yes! Of course it’s okay.”
And now Violet was crying, happy tears though. Grant kissed her, wiping her face. “I would have asked you to marry me months ago if I thought you would say yes.”
He had a point. Violet had a feeling that Grant had made up his mind about her, that he wanted to be with her forever. She wanted that too, but she wanted to spend more time just being with him. They could take things slowly, move in together first. After a year or two, talk about getting engaged and she wanted to give her career more time before she thought about kids, but none of that had happened and now there was another human being on the way.
“How do you feel about it?” he asked.
Her hand went to her stomach. She’d been doing that a lot lately. “Good. Scared shitless, but good. There’s a lot I’m unpacking about being adopted and having my own kid, but I want her or him. And you.”
“Can I be a little selfish and say this is the best Christmas present you could have ever given me?”
“You’re never selfish.” And that was the truth.
“Or maybe all my selfishness just involves loving you.” Grant kissed her one more time, a kissed that morphed into more, a declaration or a pact and then proof that Violet desperately still wanted to come. She took his hand and guided back it between her legs.
“I’ll be gentle,” he whispered against her lips.
“You don’t have to.” Violet gripped his wrist and rocked a little closer. “I need you.”
Grant looked her in the eye and she knew he meant it when he said “I need you too.”