“But…”
“What else would you suggest?” Dmitri cuts in swiftly, laughing, “My suggestion isSanta’s Ho…Ho Ho.Or,oooh!Santa’s Ho Fo’ Sho’.”
Snorting, Jake and I shoot him down in unison with an emphatic, “No.”
Dmitri takes it in stride, swinging his legs off the side of the bed and offering me his hand. “Fine, ignore my genius. But come shower with me, anyway.”
It’s not an offer I can refuse, especially as a pang of melancholy hits with the realization that our time together is ending and so is the manufactured festive bubble I found myself in.
Oh, sure, the real holiday season is only just around the corner, but for a little while there, I really did lose myself in thefun and fantasy of our Christmas scene…and, somehow, I don’t think blasting Mariah Carey on repeat is going to help recapture that.
Still, I need to consider myself lucky. I got to participate in an extended scene with my dream Daddy DomandI’m getting paid for it. The other subs at The Grove are going to be so jealous!
You never know,I muse as Dmitri finally sheds his jacket and adjusts the water temperature before pulling me into the large shower stall with him,maybe we’ll hook up at The Grove again sometime.
I’m adding that to my Christmas wish list.
Chapter Eight
Ishould have asked for his number, I sigh, sinking into the plush booth seat of one of the tables lining the outside of The Grove’s main club floor. I’ve turned up every other night for two weeks straight, but I’m yet to catch a glimpse of Miles.
He had been subdued during our shower, and even more so when we’d gotten dressed in our street clothes, but not to the point where I’d worried about sub drop. We’d chatted and he accepted my compliments on how fun it was to work with him with a sweet blush and dip of his chin…and it wasn’t until after I’d walked him to his car and watched him carefully back out of the park and drive away that I realized I hadn’t asked for his number.
The first sub I have felt a spark of something special with in God-only-knows how long and I let him slip through my fingers.
Now, I know I could call Jake and ask him to shoot me Miles’s contact details under the ruse of wanting to talk about work with him, but that would be disingenuous and unprofessional. So, instead, I’ve been visiting The Grove regularly…which seemsmildly stalkerish and possibly a little sad, but somehow that is still better than being unprofessional.
Marginally.
“Who pissed in your Fruit Loops?” a cheerful voice asks, and I turn my head to find Josh Walker sliding into the booth seat across from me.
He’s kind of notorious here at The Grove for being a Grade A brat. Such a brat, in fact, that he hastwoDaddy Doms to keep him in line. Young and buff, just like Miles, Josh is not the kind of person you’d assume is a sub at first glance, and you’d never guess that he’s also a Little. Especially when you find out that he’s a Detective on the local police force.
“Josh,” one of his Daddies, another cop named Max, warns. I’ve known Max for years, having been Doms in the same scene together since I landed in town, but I can’t say we’re close. Still, he smiles easily at me and says, “Sorry, Big D. He’s angling for an epic punishment tonight.”
Josh just shoots me a cheeky smile and a wink. My heart gives a little pang, unable to ignore how similar this behavior is to Miles’s bratting.
Max, being shorter than his Boy, just folds his arms and looms over the table at him. “Say sorry, monkey.”
Josh’s brown eyes glimmer with humor and I watch the moment Max clocks it and realizes his mistake. But it’s too late, Josh is already smirking back and parroting, “Sorry monkey.”
I hide my own smile behind my hand, but Max still turns his glare onto me. “Don’t encourage him.”
“But he’s smiling, Daddy,” Josh says, sounding particularly proud of himself. “I’m just trying to help.”
“We both know you’re acting out because Em had to work late with your brother tonight,” Max replies. “Just think about how Daddy Em is going to react when I tell him what a pest you’re being.”
Josh’s eyes widen with dawning horror. “Not the cage, Daddy, please. Ihatewearing the cage.”
“That’s why it’s a punishment, baby. And you’ve earned at least half an hour of it already. Maybe even while sucking my cock.”
“No! No, I’m sorry. I’msorry,” he draws the plaintive word out, before turning to me and begging, “I’m sorry I was rude. I just saw that you looked allgrrand I wanted to cheer you up.”
I don’t spend a lot of time with Littles, and while Josh isn’t the type to regress super young, he’s still clearly fallen into headspace. I turn to Max, silently deferring to him. He’s Josh’s Daddy, after all.
Max sighs. “You had good intentions, monkey, but the delivery needed work. You didn’t even ask Dmitri if he was okay with you joining him.”
“Shi—er—oot. Shoot.” Josh bites his lip and gives me a baleful look. “Sorry about that, too.”
