“Hey, Mav!” Danny called out as he hurried from one end of the bar to the other. I held out my wrist for Daddy to give me my red wristband, letting everyone know I was off limits for the night and playing.
When I’d first heard they were going to allow alcohol on this side of the club, I’d been worried about how that would work because everything I’d read said you shouldn’t mix kink and booze. I should have known Sam would have considered that and found a solution.
A couple vacated their seats, and I quickly sat. Daddy was off making sure everything was ready and I was so nervous, I was eyeing the quickest route to the bathrooms. Telling him hadn’t been meant to shock him, but never in a million, billion years had I imagined he’d not only be up for it but that he’d want to do itnow.This felt like the sort of thing you should work up to, not jump in with both feet.
And before we did anything, I wanted to sit down and have a talk with him. Even though I knew there would be someone else there, I needed to know there were boundaries. I wasn’t opposed to being passed back and forth between two guys, but it couldn’t be sprung on me in the moment.
Then again, I was probably getting ahead of myself. There was a good chance this guy was just an open-minded buddy who wanted to lend a helping hand. He could be ugly. He might not be into skinny guys who liked wearing makeup and jewelry.
I spun the ring on my finger around a few times. It had been a going away present from Tanner. He’d seen me eyeing the tanzanite ring on multiple occasions and told me to look at it whenever I got lonely and remember it wouldn’t be too long before he moved East, too.
Even though I’d been watching for Daddy to get back, I jumped when I felt his broad hand on my shoulder. And, yeah, tonight he was all Daddy; even thinking his name felt wrong when he was leaping out of his comfort zone for me.
“You okay?” he asked as he smoothed his hand up and down my back. “Nervous?”
“A little, yeah,” I admitted, my voice so thready I wasn’t sure he could hear me.
Daddy pulled me into his arms, cradling the back of my head, pushing it deep against his chest. He kissed the top of my head before resting his chin in a next of unruly curls. “I’m proud of you for telling me the truth. That makes me feel better about this because it means you remember I’ll never be mad at you if you stop anything we’re doing if it’s too much.”
He said that all the time, but tonight was the first time I felt like I might need to use my safe word. Yes, I wanted it, but this was…a lot. So much more than I’d ever imagined would shift from the fantasy column to things I’d experienced in my life.
Daddy tipped my head back, tracing his thumbs over my cheekbones. “Is there something else bothering you? Have you changed your mind?”
I slid off my stool and Daddy tossed a five-dollar tip on the bar, even though I’d only gotten a water. After pressing my palm against his, I led him to a couch in a quiet corner of the club. He sat first and pulled me into his lap. All of the hardest talks took place with us positioned like this.
“Tell me what’s got you worked up, baby,” he urged me.
When I didn’t say anything right away, he tightened his arms around my chest. I would have hugged him for taking such good care of me, but he had my arms pinned to my sides. “How much is the person you called going to do? I mean, I know they’ll be touching me sometimes, but are you going to…will they…” Fuck. This was hard.
“If you’re trying to ask me if I’m going to share you with him, the answer is no.” Daddy pressed his lips to my arm, just below the cuff of my way-too-small t-shirt. “If that’s something you want to explore later, we can talk about it, but I willneverassume you’re my property that I can loan out to my friends whenever or however I see fit. And, unless it’s something you are interested in, I have no plans for things to ever go that far.”
“But he’ll have to…do some things, right?” I didn’t mind someone else touching me, but when I got off, I only wanted it to be Daddy’s doing. “I mean, he kinda has to if he’s doing his job right.”
I giggled and buried my face in the crook of Daddy’s neck. My head was spinning all over the place, but I couldn’t get past the fact I was pretending like whoever was waiting for us in that room was there to do his job. He wasn’t. He was playing, the same as us.
“You tell me, sweetheart. Obviously, there are going to be times he’ll have to touch you, but I called him because I trust him to not go any further than you’re okay with,” he promised me. “So, tell me where that line is, and I’ll let him know.”
Hearing that this was someone he trusted, not just someone he knew from the club, settled me a bit. He wasn’t the kind to trust easily, so knowing whoever it was had gained that place in Daddy’s mind helped. A lot. And now, my nerves waned, and arousal slammed to the forefront of my mind.
“Penetration.” I wiggled around until Daddy loosened his grip on me and hugged myself tight, tucking my fingers under the cuffs of my shirt. My cheeks and ears felt impossibly hot, and no matter how many times I swallowed, I couldn’t get rid of the lump in my throat. But Daddy wanted me to make my limits clear for him, so I had to find the strength to be his good boy. “I’m okay with just about anything, as long as he doesn’t fuck me. The only dick I want up there is yours.”
I wanted more than that, but a little voice in the back of my mind screamed that it was still too soon. We’d both gotten tested, just in case, but even having those pieces of paper that said we were negative for everything wasn’t enough for us to take that leap. It was simply Daddy’s way of making sure we were prepared and informed,just in case.
“That’s very good to know,” Daddy praised me. He stood without letting me go, and I wrapped my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist, clinging to him like a monkey. “Now, we’d better get back there or we’re going to be late for our appointment. You don’t want to keep the doctor waiting, do you?”
“No, Daddy.” My brow furrowed at the way my voice pitched higher and softer now. I was still me, but…not. Fuck. That was something to unpack some other day. “Is he going to be mad we made him wait already?”
“If he is, you might have to take whatever punishment he decides you need,” Daddy warned me. My dick twitched inside my tight black jeans. They were badass and I loved the way my butt looked in them, but now, I wished for something a little looser. “Doctor B has been known to give spankings to little boys who aren’t punctual. But you’re my good boy, so I won’t tell him you like that. I’ll hold you over my lap so I can feel you rubbing against me while he paddles your butt until it’s glowing red.”
“Daaaady,” I moaned, rutting against his stomach. If he kept talking dirty like that, I was going to make a mess in my pants and that would make for one hell of a long night.
No one batted an eye as Daddy carried me down the hall to the doctor’s office. A few people called out greetings and told him he had a cute boy. I wasn’t even sure they knew it was me since my face was buried in his neck again.
I sucked hard enough on his skin I was sure he’d be sporting a dark hickey later, but I didn’t much care. He could punish me for that if he wanted, but if he wanted everyone to know I was his, they were damn sure going to know he was off-limits, too.
“Are you trying to earn some time in time out when we get home?” Daddy asked, but there was no heat behind the words. He sounded amused more than anything.
“Never, Daddy. I don’t like time out at all.” I swore it took me a full day to get the smell of paint out of my nose after the last time Daddy put me in the corner for talking back to him. And then, I’d had to clean the walls because I’d smeared my mascara and lipstick on the wall when I got restless.
