The ballroom was full of boys looking to spend the weekend with a Daddy, it was literally the purpose of the event, but it was too late for me. I didn’t want other boys. I wanted this sweet, shy one… and his fabulous boyfriend too, if I could have swung it.
With or without Jules, though, I definitely wanted Isaac.
“I, um… I think so,” he finally whispered, clutching onto Diva even tighter. “I want to… to do what Jules, I mean, what Diva said. With you. Daddy.”
He turned so red I would have worried for him… if my heart hadn’t been busy soaring into the stratosphere as my cock tried to rip its way out of my pants. I schooled the shit-eating grin that tried to break out, though, and kept my voice gentle.
“I’m glad, little lamb,” I said, tipping his chin up and running my thumb over his lips. “I want that, too.”
Isaac swallowed hard, his eyes going even wider behind his round little glasses. “You do?”
“I do.”
More than I’d wanted anything in longer than I cared to remember.
“Ofcoursehe does, sweetie,” Diva said, pressing a kiss to his temple. “You’re a snack.”
Impossibly, Isaac’s blush got even brighter. Then he surprised me, in the best possible way, by showing a bit of backbone of his own. “But I only want to do it if we have some rules first.”
I grinned.
Diva fluttered a hand in the air.
“Of course, beautiful,” I said.
Isaac was perfect, and I’d agree to anything to make him my boy.
3
Jules
I’d knownRoman Lombardi was good-looking—what can I say, I’m a shallow bitch who’d definitely clicked on his profile at first for that alone—butdamn. His pics on Cuffd didn’t even come close to doing him justice.
Because honey?
Honey.
I didn’t always go for older men, but when I did, sign me up for tall, dark, and chiseled every day of the week.
If Isaac had balked at the cherry-popping plans I’d made for him, even in the slightest, I might even have been tempted to let the delicious little dumpling off the hook so he could run back home while I played with Daddy. After all, Mama needed some loving, too.
But no.
This weekend wasn’t about me, even though I’d rather scuff my size nine Christian Louboutin So Kates than ever let those blasphemous words pass my lips. I’d taken the name Diva for a reason, after all. But the buffet Cuffd currently had on offer? The scrumptious Daddy delights available all around us, in every flavor imaginable? I’d known from the moment I was offered the gig that this was my chance to finally let my selfless nature shine—
Oh, shut up, bitch. My point was that for once, it wasn’t about me. This weekend was all for my boo, and while thereweredozens of ways I was unapologetically self-centered at times—
Okay, hundreds.
Fine. Thousands.
—the one exception to that was when it came to looking out for my favorite ray of sunshine, Isaac.
Isaac was everything good in the world. My cynical little heart had melted into an embarrassing puddle of devoted goo the very first time he’d blinked his big brown eyes at me back in primary school. A dozen years later, he was the only soft spot I had… and if I’d been a little lower maintenance, or evenslightlytoppy in the bedroom, I’d have made him all the way mine ages ago.
That wouldn’t have been fair to my boo, though.
Or to me.
