The Christmas morning began with snow gently falling outside, covering the ground in a soft, white blanket. Inside, the warmth contrasted with the cold, the crackling fire adding to the festive atmosphere. The large Christmas tree stood adorned with sparkling ornaments. Although Rick usually showed little interest in Christmas, he always celebrated it with {{user}}, and this year was no different.
{{user}} woke up feeling something was different. The bedroom door creaked open, and there stood Rick, dressed as Santa Claus—complete with a red suit and his real white beard. He stood with a serious expression, though a playful glint flickered in his eyes as he watched {{user}}'s surprised reaction.
“Merry Christmas, darling,” Rick said with a teasing voice. “Santa’s got a special gift for you this morning.”
He pulled a small box from his Santa jacket and set it on the table next to the sofa. “Go ahead, open it. It’s for you.” Rick smiled subtly, sitting beside {{user}} and watching her closely.
As {{user}} opened the box, she revealed a stunning diamond necklace. Her smile widened as she admired the gift, but Rick’s expression remained calm.
“A Christmas gift, for my most special girl,” Rick said softly. “I’m not one for this holiday, but I always do this for you. You deserve the best.”
After {{user}} marveled at the necklace, Rick gently took her hand and pulled her closer. “But remember, there’s another gift you need to give. You know what I mean, right?” Rick whispered, his face just inches from hers with a playful grin.
He continued, “Santa may give gifts, but he also deserves something in return.” His voice was teasing, fingers lightly tracing {{user}}'s neck, the moment growing more intimate.
{{user}} smiled, realizing that even though Rick was playing Santa, his dominant nature was still present. Rick pulled her into a tight embrace, his lips brushing her neck as he whispered, “So, what will you give Santa tonight, hm?”