"You can ask me anything you want, Justin," I tell him, pushing just a little bit of my Daddy tone into my words.
He sucks in a breath, his gaze flitting around again before landing back on me. "Which kinks are you here for?"
Taking a step out of his personal space, I extend my hand. "Can I show you?"
After a moment of hesitation, Justin places his palm in mine. I lead him out of the main club space and towards the stairs.
"Are we allowed up there?" The worry in his voice is so sweet. I imagine he'd struggle to be a brat. He'd want to be someone's good boy. He'd want praise, not punishment.
Pausing to adjust myself, because those thoughts are taking me down a dangerous path, I nod. "We are. I'll show you the two other club rooms, okay? And, before you worry, the first one is not the one where I usually play."
I've been known to pick up a paddle or use a spanking bench a time or two, but I prefer caretaking more than Domming. I'll happily explain that to him if he asks.
I hope he asks.
Sure enough, when I show him into the first room, he squeezes my hand and tucks himself into my side, shyly peeking around me to catch a glimpse of one of the Doms lashing a sub on the farthest St Andrew's cross. "You said you don't usually play in this room?"
"No. I don't mind indulging in some basic impact play and sometimes restraints, but...I don't love inflicting pain."
Justin heaves a sigh of relief. "Good." Then he catches himself as I start leading him up the next set of stairs and he hurriedly adds, "Not that there's anything wrong with enjoying that. As long as you're safe. But I don't like pain." Then he groans. "Shit. That makes it sound like I want to do things with you." I pause to look over my shoulder, raising an eyebrow at him. His face is bright pink. "Not that Idon'twant to—I should just shut up."
Fuck, he could be perfect.
Showing him Little Heaven will be the true test on that, though.
When we get to the door at the top of the stairs, I open it and step through first. The room is busier than when I left it, with a cacophony of laughter coming from various spots inside. There's a group of Littles building a giant structure out of blocks at the far end of the room, and it's teetering with every new block they add. They squeal and laugh as they push the limits, and it's really cute to see.
Closer to the doorway, some Middles are playing Mario Kart on the TVs mounted on the wall, and it sounds like they might be betting on who is going to win. In the middle of the room, a Pup in a leather hooded mask is having his belly rubbed by one very cute bear of a Daddy.
I relax as I take it all in. This is my happy space.
"Whoa," Justin murmurs beside me. He's still clutching my hand, but he curls his free hand around the inside of my bicep. "Is...is this your kink?"
I grin down at him and nod. "Yeah, it is."
"Are...are you...Little?"
My answering guffaw makes him jump and I immediately draw him in for a placating hug. "Sorry," I apologize, "but...no. I'm the opposite of Little. I'm a Daddy."
Drawing back, he looks at me incredulously. "But you're so young."
"Daddy is a mindset, not an age," I repeat the mantra I've been living by since I realized how into the kink I am. "Just like you can be a Boy, or a Little, at any age, too."
"Gabe!" Taylor comes bounding over to me, and his Daddy trails after him. "You're back!"
"I just went downstairs for a bit, Tay-Tay. And, oh, meet my friend, Justin. Justin, this is my friend, Taylor."
Justin blushes and tucks himself behind me, once again peeking out from behind my arm. While he might not know anything about regression play, I am growing more certain by the minute that he would be a perfect Little.
"Don't be shy, Jussy," Taylor says, then moves to my side to help pry Justin forward. "This is a fun, friendly place. Oh! Come meet my new Daddy! His name is Edward, and he plays with toysall day."
"Justin might need a moment to get used to all the noise and stuff, bunny," Edward says, and shoots me an apologetic glance as he tries to draw Taylor back to his side. "And I don't play with toys all day. I'm the head of marketing for Rombold's Toy Manufacturing."
Taylor rolls his eyes. "Same thing."
"It's really not."
I snort. Now I remember why playing with Taylor was only ever a casual thing. He's a bit too bratty and high energy for me. If I find myself a forever Boy, he'll be snuggly and sweet. Maybe a bit shy. Someone who is happy to let go and hand over the reins when life gets too much for him. Not someone who will brat and sass at me at every turn.
