Neither of us spoke. Instead, we looked at each other and smiled slightly. There was a weight in the moment I hadn’t quite expected, and neither had he.
“Daddy’s sorry about hurting your feelings, baby boy,” I murmured. “Can you give me some more time? I know you’re ready for all the things, but Daddy needs to catch up a little.”
His eyes filled with sudden tears and he nodded vigorously, then squeezed me as hard as he could while burying his face into my neck.
“I’m sorry too, Daddy.”
Who knew that an emo disco was what I needed to come clean to my boy?
To keep Bear in his little headspace, I suggested he should do some coloring while I took my shower. We could order pizza after I came back after all.
He agreed, which made me happy and I somehow forgot all about my pains and aches while I showered. All was good in my world for the time being.
The disco—or Brat Party like Allen was calling it—was happening on Saturday. It felt like short notice to me, but I learned that the littles and subs had decided to throw said party weeks ago, they had neglected to mention it to the “Domly types” like Bear called us Tops.
Luckily, I had no bookings for the weekend and the others would handle the walk-ins where needed. They told me to go have some fun. Which, to be fair, I was a fan of emo music.
More than that, I was a fan of Bear, and I couldn’t wait to see him and the others going nuts on the dance floor.
He’d had some things to do with Jamie and the others, so he’d gotten a car to go to Jamie and Mal’s, and I’d agreed to meet him at the club later.
It was time to put my plan into action, because two could play the sort of game he’d been playing with me for weeks.
First, I went through all my clothes and chose the black skinny jeans to add to my combat boots. Then I found a black tank which would be good for showing off my arms because Jamie had let it slip that Bear had a “thing” for my arms, go figure. Then finally, on my way to the club, I took a detour to the tattoo shop where I let Sara smudge some kohl under my eyes.
They were terribly amused, but also told me I looked hot as fuck and that Bear would swallow his tongue when he saw me. Well, that was the thing I was aiming for so I hoped they were right.
“Wish there was something more emo to do with your hair, but that buzz cut is a bit limiting,” they bitched.
“Hey, did I hear emo? I have something to add to your ensemble.” Zain had a length of leather cord and a cuff in his hands. The cuff had studs on it.
“I hadn’t thought of that,” I admitted, although I didn’t havethese typesof leather cuffs at home.
“Oh, another idea, give me a few!” Sara said, then dashed into the back.
Zain wrapped the cord around my right wrist several times before tying it off. Then he put the cuff on my left wrist. By the time he was done, Sara was back with a bottle of black nail polish.
They held it up and wiggled their eyebrows at me. “What do you say, boss?”
Grinning, I held out my hands. “Let’s do this.”
I could hear the sweet sound of an All Time Low song blasting from inside the club by the time I got to the door.
The bouncer was new, but he took one look at my attire, grinned, and gestured me inside.
“Thanks.”
“Good luck,” he said dryly.
“I’ll need it.”
The music sucked me immediately. Damn it, I really was a sucker for the genre. I saw many familiar faces, including Allen who was sitting in the VIP booth across the dance floor.
I waved at him and gestured at the bar. He lifted his tumbler at me, and I nodded.
So far, I didn’t see any of the littles, but Alyssa materialized next to me when I was waiting for the drinks.
“Wow, Sir, you look amazing.”
