Olivia smacked them away with her free hand, making his smile grow larger.

“Don’t make me put you on the naughty list,” she warned, only half-serious. She liked that he didn’t always make things easy. How he always wanted to push and be pressed back into line.

“Do people on the naughty list have to wear reindeer antlers?” he asked, turning back to being a little grumpy as she turned and began to lead him towards their friends, her fingers still curved into the harness ring.

“Just be glad I didn’t put you in a tail,” she said, winking impishly.

A tail?

Luke suppressed the urge to reach back and cover his ass. He might like the plugs, but pony and pet play was definitely not his thing. Although, he had to admit he’d seen some cute ‘bunnies’, ‘kittens’, and ‘puppies’ in the club before—even a ‘fox’ once which had been intriguing. But not something he wanted to do himself.

Looking around he could see he wasn’t the only reindeer, which made him feel a little better. In fact, it looked like everyone had gone all out with their outfits for the party. When he saw Angel’s outrageous portrayal of a Christmas tree ornament, he couldn’t help but snort a laugh.

It was hard to feel too awkward about what he was wearing when he was more covered up than quite a few of the club members—and downright unoriginal at that. As Olivia led him across the floor, he saw quite a few other reindeer, elves, Santas of both sexes, angels, and a few people who were just dressed (or not) for the theme. One woman was wearing nothing but actual Christmas ornaments hanging from her nipple rings. Compared to her, he looked downright modest.

And Olivia looked fucking amazing. Luke definitely didn’t mind being her reindeer. The red dress she was wearing dipped low in front, showing off a lot of creamy cleavage but covering up even more of it with the white, furry trim. The jacket she was wearing covered her arms and upper back but nothing else. A thick black belt around her waist made it look impossibly tiny, especially with the way her skirt flared out. Luke couldn’t help but wonder if she planned on using that belt on him later.

The piece de resistance, however, were obviously the boots. The same boots she’d worn to the second submissive class. The same boots he already had a myriad of fantasies about.

“Hey, Luke, Olivia,” Patrick’s voice coming from his office slowed their pace as they looked over. The big man was standing in the doorway to his office, dressed in Santa pants and boots with a Santa coat that was hanging open in the front and had the sleeves ripped off. He was even wearing a Santa hat.