Chapter One
Jamie
Why was he staring at me?
Meep! Now he’s walking toward me. Mayday! Mayday!
What do I do?
But he’s so handsome and tall. I bet he’s a good cuddler.
Focus,Jamie!
I waved to Henry and his Daddies as they drove past, one of them shot me a thumbs up so that must mean this Daddy was okay. Right? He stood with Henry’s Daddies all night talking to them though he never smiled. He was a sad Daddy in need of a hug and I’m a great hugger. Henry was so lucky to find two Daddies of his own who hugged him all the time. They loved Henry so much and Henry loved them. It was hard not to swoon and be jealous whenever they were around.
Back to stranger Daddy who stopped a few feet away from me. “Hello. Jamie, is it?”
“Umm, yes?”Of course that’s your name, Doofus.
He cocked a brow. “Are you sure?”
My head bobbed like one of those silly cartoon characters. “Yes. Sorry. Jamie.”
“I’m Timothy, or Tim. Daddy Timothy is what I’m known as at Cordes. Have you been coming here long?”
“A few months. I had a Daddy I played with for a while, but he got bored and found another boy.” Story of my life. Never enough for anyone, including myself. But at least he had paid my membership fee for a year before he bailed.
“I had a boy, but our paths didn’t align.” He was back to being sad Daddy and I couldn’t fight the urge to hug him as I launched myself at him. “Oof!” But he caught me!
“Sorry, Daddy Timothy, but you needed a hug.” Slowly his arms wound around me and tightened. He smelled wonderful, like fresh laundry. That and lavender were my two favorite scents. I wonder if he had anything lavender smelling at home. Hmm, I could always sneak in a candle or two when I visited.
“I guess I did. You are such a sweet boy.” So, I’d been told, but that line always ended withyou’re too sweet for my taste. It was a deadly combination for every hopeful relationship I’d begun—and subsequently failed. I didn’t like being naughty and getting into trouble. My praise kink was high, and I enjoyed the occasional spanking, but never for being bad. Never. Spanking was a treat and keeping it that way was important to me. “I was just about to have dinner. Would you like to join me? Do you like sushi?”
Again, with the head bobbing, it was like I had no control. But as long as Daddy Timothy kept grinning at me, I’d keep doing it. “Yes, I love it. Tiny finger foods with lots of sauces to dip, dip, dip. Yum.” My belly grumbled at the yummy goodness.
“Of course, why hadn’t I thought of that. Would you and your grumbly tummy care to join me?”
“I’d love to, Daddy T.”
“Daddy T?”
“Your name was too long, so I had to shorten it.” Yay! That got me another smile. “You have a great smile. You should wear it more often.”
“Around a sweet boy like you, how could I not?” Daddy T walked me to my car. I waited for him to get into his and then followed close behind him to the restaurant and parked in the spot next to him. He was very kind and waited for me to turn off the engine and even opened the car door for me to get out.Swoon, so perfect.
His hand settled at the small of my back as he led me inside, holding the door open like a right gentleman. Little Jamie was giggling like a loon, barely contained just beneath the surface. “Table for two, please.” The hostess nodded, popped around the corner, and came right back.
A moment later we were seated, and she took our drink orders before she left us with the menus. “This is my favorite sushi place when it’s treat night.”
“Treat night?”
“Once a month I allow myself a treat night. A reward for being a good boy and staying on budget and doing all my chores.” I was very proud of myself for that. I kept a spreadsheet that tracked my income and bills and if there was a bit left over at the end of the month, I took myself out for special dippy dinners.
Daddy T’s face got frownie again. “Did I say something wrong?”Stupid, stupid, stupid Jamie. You screw everything up with your oversharing.
“No, sweet boy, you didn’t. Please, order whatever you like. Dinner is on me, and I won’t take no for an answer.”
Daddies took me to dinner before, then expected things, sexy things, after. While I enjoyed sexy times, I didn’t allow them on first dates. Or even seconds. Probably why I went through daddies like toilet paper but showing that side of me took a lot. Would Daddy T be the same way? “It’s, it’s okay. I can pay for my own.” Mentally I ran through what expenses I still had to pay and how much was currently in my account. My income was pretty much the same each month unless I took side jobs at my friend Ely and Jordan’s catering company. Sometimes they got really big jobs cause they’re life partners were rockstars and knew a million people so they would ask me to help. It was nice, but tiring. One time I helped at Rocktoberfest and thought I would die. The hours and the heat were way too much for me.
