It hurt. Like physically hurt me, trying to keep myself away from opening the gift. I couldn't though. Xander told me not to open it until I get home and I was just minutes away.

Work had let out by five and Ryan had to meet up with a family member so I had to go home by myself. Once the cab pulled to a stop in front of my house and I paid, I got out and quickly made my way into the building.

Once I was inside the apartment and I had made sure the locks were in, I took off my clothes and had a quick shower, slipping into a pair of joggers and an old band tshirt. I let my hair fall around my face, sighing at the freedom of my curls.

I wondered what was in there. What had he gotten for me? Especially the big one. I got onto my bed and picked up my phone.

🔫: I just got home. I'm opening the presents now.

Xander's response was immediate.

🔫: Alright, baby. Hope you like your them.

I tossed my phone to the side in excitement and picked up the small box. I pulled off the bow and flipped it open, letting out a loud gasp when I see what was in there. It was a silver cuff with my name and my gorgeous boy, engraved on it over and over again. It was so beautiful.

I took it out and ran my fingers along the words, smiling softly at the cuff. I slipped it on and it was my perfect size. I was still smiling as I pulled the bigger box closer to me. I tugged on the bow and lifted the lid. My eyes widened as I take in the items in the box.

There was a black onesie with white smiley faces and it even had a hoodie. I lifted the onesie, it felt so soft and it smelt so good. I wouldn't put it past Xander to wash it and put some of his cologne on it because it smelt just like him. There was three pairs of fuzzy socks, one oversized hoodie with a snoozing cat on it, and a bib with dinosaurs dribbled all over it, a colouring book and crayons. It was a little care box.

Oh my god.

Oh my goodness.

I placed the onesie down and ran my fingers over the other items. My hands were shaking a bit and I... I needed Xander here. I reached for my phone and hit the speed dial for Xander, pressing the phone against my ear.

"Baby, can I call you back I'm in a meeti-"

"Xan..." I said, my voice coming off shaky. Oh. It felt like I was going to cry any second. The whole thing, the presents, the cuffs, the onesie, the crayons. I haven't been given something like this. I could see how much attention Xander had paid, the way each item had been placed.

"Hey, baby, what's wrong? I'm on my way, okay?" Xander said and I could hear this shuffling sound. The tears let loose, rolling down my cheeks. I wiped them away as fast as I could. He was even leaving his meeting for me.

"No..." I sniffed. "Finish your meeting, I'll be here. I just f-finished looking at the gifts and got emotional. I promise I'm fine, Xan."

"I'm already on my way. I'll be there soon, alright?" Xander asked. "Don't cry, kitten." he added

"Okay."

"Want me to pick up dinner for you? Is Ryan there?" Xander asked.

"Dinner would be nice and no, Ry isn't here. He has a family thing." I said, wiping away the stray tear.

"Just give me a little time, baby and I'll be right by your side." Xander said and I nodded.

"I'm gonna go wash my face, Xan. I'll see you in a few."

Once the call had ended, I picked the pink hoodie and walked over to my closet, looking through the draws and lifting old sweats to find what I was looking for. I pulled off my sweatpants and slipped on the black boy short panties and slipped on the hoodie. It fell over my fingers and stopped a few inches after my ass, covering said panties.

I pulled up the hoodie and walked over to my mirror, turning this way and that.

I looked adorable. I haven't worn something like this in months, haven't coloured in months. I had stopped wearing panties for a while because my ex dom hadn't liked it. Xander had taken time and put in a lot of effort when preparing the little care package.

I packed up all the presents and kept in my closet, grabbing my phone and walking out the room. I didn't want to wear the fuzzy socks yet and all I wanted to do was curl around Xander. It didn't matter that I had seen him just hours ago, I wanted to see him again. I hopped over to the fridge, giggling to myself as I pulled open the fridge and taking out the carton of mango juice.

I was sipping the mango juice, on my second cup when there was a loud knock on the door. I went over, looking through the peep hole and smiling wide when I see Xander. I unlocked the door and pulled it open, moving forward and wrapping my arms around his neck, hugging him tight.

We stayed that way for a while, Xander holding onto me with his free hand. When we pulled apart, I pulled Xander into the apartment and locked the door.

Xander put the bags of food down and reached for my hand, his gaze going over me. Right from my head to my toes.

"Baby, you look so adorable." Xander said, moving closer. He cupped my cheek, thumb stroking my cheek. "My gorgeous boy."

"Thank you so much, Xander. For everything." I said, looking up at him. "You make me feel so... special. So important."

"That's because you are. You are special to me. You are the most important person in my life." Xander said, nudging his nose against mine. "You are mine. My boy." Xander said, his voice was steady and strong, no hesitation.

It has been weeks of us going on dates, of phone calls and messages, of selfies and kisses and Xander has never once changed. He remained who he is, who I know him as and I... I was falling in love with him.

I reached for his shirt, smiling softly up at him.

"Can we do a scene tomorrow?" I asked, the words leaving my mouth naturally. I felt happy, I felt complete. I wasn't lying to myself any more and I wanted to embrace my little, not hiding.

"Of course, baby. Any thing you want." Xander said, pressing his lips against mine for a chaste kiss. This man really spoils me.

Xander had picked up dinner from one of the good restaurants near his place and it tasted so good. He had gotten me pasta and shredded beef, and also chocolate cake as desert. We watched reruns of modern family as we ate, the two of us laughing at the funny parts. I liked the sound of his laugh and the laughter lines that appeared when he laughed really hard.

I liked how he always turns to look at me every couple of minutes, his free hand on my thigh as if making sure I was still right there. Once we were done eating, I packed up the empty cartons and cutlery and dumped them in the bin, separating the recyclables.

I was still moving around in the kitchen when Xander walks in. I didn't need to turn to know it was him. I smiled soflty, humming under my breath as I rinsed the cups and went on my tip toes, trying to place them back to where they should be.

I heard a sharp inhale once I had set the cup and turned around. Xander was watching me, his eyes dark and finger rubbing at his jaw. I had been in a fit so I hadn't realized how formally dressed he was. He wasn't dressed down like he was at lunch, he had on a proper suit. All black like usual, gold wolf print at the side of the jacket, he even had on shiny shoes. Oh my, he really had been in a meeting and from the looks of it an important one, if he had to dress up.

"Baby, I think my eyes are deceiving me."

"What?" I asked, stifling a laugh.

Xander stalked closer, fingers going down my sides till they get to the hem of the hoodie. One touch of his cold fingers against my warm skin and I shiver, my breath hitching. Oh. Oh. I realized what he was talking about.

He slowly slid the hoodie up and I placed my hands on his chest, needing something to hold myself up because my legs were starting to feel like jelly.

"Fuck, baby." Xander groaned when the hoodie was high enough and he could clearly see the panties. His voice had dropped an octave, coming off gravelly and deep. It made me lean more into him. Xander rarely cursed but I loved it when he did. It means I drove him over the edge, made him lose control and push his principles aside.

"Do you like them?" I asked, my voice soft, like a whisper.

"I love them! I want to take them off you, with my teeth." Xander said, nails scratching at the lace, finger slipping underneath the lace.

"We can't do that though. Ry would be back any minute now." I said, smirking at Xander. His nose flared and his hands immediately gripped my hips tightly.

"You are a tease, darling." Xander said, trailing his nose down the skin of my neck, teeth nipping at the skin.

"I didn't plan this, you know." I said, letting out a breathy moan when Xander slips his hands and cups my ass, squeezing and pulling me even closer to him. I slipped my hands into his hair and tugged. Each touch felt electric, each press of his lips and teeth against my skin made me hot everywhere and I needed more.

"You drive me crazy." Xander said, one hand slowly slipping up the curve of my back, making me tremble against him. "Your smell, your skin, the way you taste, the sounds you let out." Xander said, voice deeper than I had ever heard him. I could feel him. I could feel how hard he was against me and it made my mouth water.

I wanted to get on my knees, I want to hold him and swallow him down, taste his come, to feel the weight of his cock on my tongue, to take him in deep enough that my nose brushes the sparse hair around his cock.

"We could. I can guide you down to your knees, darling."

"Oh..." I gasped. I had said all that out loud. My cheeks were hot and I was pressed so close, pressed right against Xander.

"Would you let me? Would you let me guide you down, part your lips with my thumb and push my cock into your mouth? My hand on your throat." Xander spoke, his hand going up to my throat and suddenly the kiss goes deeper, it's biting. It's more passionate and I was letting out loud moans.

I wanted his hands on me. I wanted his hands down there, right where I wanted him to touch. I pressed up against him, grinding and looking for friction. Xander tugged on my bottom lip, pulling back. I was hot all over, excitement coursing through my skin, need and want taking space in my mind. I could feel Xander all over me, the grip on my throat went a bit tight and I pushed forward, my hands finally reaching for Xander's pants, pressing right against his hard on.

"NOT IN THE KITCHEN! WHAT THE FUCK!" Ryan screamed.

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