The lady’s face falls completely at that news. I’m not trying to play the death card or anything, but I want the lady to know the truth. They can close Paul’s account. I never thought about doing that until now. She nods and grabs a piece of paper to hand over.
“I can tell he’s already slipping into his Little side, so when he can, have him fill this out and send it back. You can email it if needed or bring it in person. Until we have that, I can’t let you reserve a special room with him, but we’ll let you go to the Dreamland room since it’s public.”
“I understand,” I say and thank her.
“Enjoy your night,” she says and moves on to the couple standing in line behind me.
Austin has an outfit sitting on top of the bag. It’s a forest green shirt and shorts combo, with designs of ivy printed all over. There are different animals printed as well: koalas, of course, kangaroos, and an animal I had to search, Quokkas. It doesn’t surprise me that he chose that one.
“Are you ready, Aussie?” I fold the sheet of paper the lady handed me and tuck it into one of the side pockets before picking up the bag. “Let’s go get you changed and play.”
“Okay.”
He takes my hand once again and we head into the main hub of the club. It’s fairly standard, with a bar in one corner, chairs and tables spread around the space, and hallways and doors that lead to specialized rooms. I tug on his hand to guide him to the right. We’re taking the second hallway. There are six private rooms, which can be reserved ahead of time, andthen Dreamland, the public playroom for Littles, is at the end of the hallway. There are larger clubs within driving distance, but I love this one for their security and the other members.
“Whoa,” Austin says beside me when I let him inside the room. There aren’t many in the room right now, but it’s barely nine, so more are bound to show up. The walls are a split color, a soft yellow on the bottom and cream on top. The floor is carpeted, but there are also those little foam pieces that hook together covering most of the space. The ball pit is exactly that, PVC pipe covered with foam noodles and net strung together. Hundreds of colorful balls fill the pit and there are two others already in it. The room has Halloween decorations strung all over the place. Streamers from wall-to-wall, purple, black, and orange balloons floating around. The usual snack table is filled with cutely spooky treats. Even the two security guys walking around have some sort of costume on. Half the Littles are dressed up while the other half are just in play clothes. "This is cool."
Three doors blend into the left wall. I direct Austin to one of them and knock, hoping that it’s empty. When there is no reply, I try the handle and open it. It’s a small locker room of sorts. There is an outfitted changing table, a set of lockers for personal belongings, and a rocking chair in the corner. It’s a comfortable room and I can hear Aussie sigh next to me. I lock the door behind us.
“If any of this is too much for you, I need you to tell me. Do you understand, Aussie?” I don’t have to make him look at me this time. He nods and smiles.
“I’m okay, Daddy. I’m sorry I got nervous.”
“Nothing to be sorry for, baby. How about we get you changed and we can go play for a little bit?”
I help him out of his clothes easily and stick them in a lower locker. I wipe down the pad on the changing table before helping Aussie up on it to lay down. I look at him, in all his naked glory. My hands, on their own accord, brush over his body. I watch him tuck Koka to his side and his other hand reaches for one of mine that’s traveling very close to his groin.
“Daddy, please?” His eyes are saying more than just those words. I can tell he’s still a bit in his head and I want him to really sink in and enjoy his night. My right hand travels up his thigh, fingers dancing lightly over his smooth skin. His eyes flutter and his lips part slightly when I brush against his balls.
“What would you like Daddy to do, Aussie?” I ask but I continue to rub my hands over him, giving him just a little bit of pleasure. “I need you to use your words,” I warn when he goes to grab my hand again.
“I want you to make me feel good,” he says. “I want to feel Daddy’s fingers inside me.”
I can feel the blood rushing to my cock at those words. I thought he was going to ask for a hand job, not finger fucking. His eyes and words are clear. He moves his legs, splays them out, so I have direct access to his hole. I curse myself for not packing the lube today.
I turn my head to look at the little cabinet in the opposite corner, hoping that they have some supplies. “Hold on, Aussie.”
Chapter Eleven
Daddyleavesmelyingon the table and rushes over to the cabinet in the corner. I watch him pull out two drawers before standing back up and holding what he found. A little foil packet of lube. My dick jumps at the sight.
“Is this what you want?” Daddy moves his hand back between my legs and rubs against my hole. I close my eyes and nod. I know Daddy’s rule is that I need to talk, but I can’t bring myself to. I want to sink into Little space tonight but something is holding me back.
Daddy removes his hand and rips a corner of the packet. His eyes rake over my body. I would normally feel self conscious, knowing that no one but Paul has ever seen me this naked. Paul was my first boyfriend and my only Daddy. Until now. Seeing the way Remi, my new Daddy, looks at me gives me the same heat in my lower belly that I haven’t felt in years.
I can feel so many emotions running through my body and I don’t know what else to do other than pop two fingers from myright hand into my mouth. The first touch of Daddy’s fingers between my cheeks makes me jump, but then I immediately relax. That is exactly what I need.
“More, Daddy.” I say the words around my fingers and shift my hips off the table. Daddy smiles but places a hand on my lower stomach to make me stay still.
The breach of his first finger sends my body into overdrive. I bite down gently on my own fingers. “Are you okay?” Daddy asks. I nod, but the look he gives me says that that isn’t enough for him this time.
I take my fingers out of my mouth. “Yes.”
“And you remember what to say if you need to stop, right?”
“Yes, Daddy.” He smiles and leans over to kiss me.
“You’re such a good boy, Aussie.” My breath hitches when he pushes his finger deeper into my hole. The stretch is there and it burns just slightly, but I know I’ll adjust to it. His lips trail down my neck, his beard brushing against my skin and sending a whole new round of shivers. I can feel that he’s mindful to not follow the tattoo as he kisses down my chest. His finger pushes and pulls, sending shots of pleasure to my groin and down my legs. His lips stop just shy of my belly button and I frown.
