“Thank you.”
I kept staring at his shoes all shiny and black. I tried to see my reflection in them but mostly I just saw light. Suddenly, he squatted down toward me.
“My name is Preston,” he said. “Your friend told me you are Sage. Is that right?”
I turned my head so I could look up. He had slick dark hair and big brown eyes. They were soft. Gentle. Friendly.
I nodded, then turned away as I felt a blush come over my face. I’d never reacted this way to anyone. Daddies I’d been with before had had to earn my trust. I didn’t dare regress on the spot with someone I didn’t know.
I was confusing myself. Even my psych classes weren’t helping me now because my mind was too fuzzy, too distracted. I wasn’t aroused but more just plain needy. That word wouldn’t stop coming into my mind. It was part of the reason I was now very flushed.
I wasn’t playing tricks. It was an honest reaction to how I felt. And in a kink club, these things were not judged.
The man, Preston, knelt at my side. “Do you need your daddy? We can try to find him.”
I shook my head.
“He doesn’t have a daddy,” Very said.
All conversation seemed distant, meaningless, but a part of me understood. Preston’s instinct was to approach. That both thrilled and terrified me. Great guy, wrong timing.
“Maybe he can go to one of the cribs?” Preston asked.
“Maybe.” Very sounded unsure.
“Has he used them before?”
Silence.
I hadn’t. My ex-daddies didn’t know what to do with baby little. Most of the time, I fought the urge to show myself that way. But this man—he made me feel it so strongly. His scent was like soap and clean lines. I rolled toward him, pressing against his knees where he knelt beside me.
“Sage? Do you want a crib?”
I didn’t. I wanted to be held in someone’s lap. His. I raised my arms up.
“That means he wants to be picked up,” Very said.
“Oh. Uh, all right.” Preston sounded unsure.
“Up.” The word escaped me in a squeaky voice.
Some part of me knew I could stop this right now. Get up, grab my things and go home. But I was hungry. Not for food but for touch. Attention. I closed my eyes.
Arms came around me. All my muscles turned to warm water. I went with the motion of the other man almost like a rag doll, then I wrapped my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist.
His hands moved gently beneath my bottom to hold me to him. Now I was literally sitting in the palms of his hands. I liked it.
I opened my eyes to see him taking me to the crib area. No one was there. They were rarely used. I didn’t want that. Not right now, at least. I clung to him as he tried to lower me to the baby blankets. I buried my face in the lapel of his suit.
“No?” His soft voice.
I shook my head against his chest. He seemed so nice, so safe. Maybe for a few minutes I could just have him hold me, then tonight I’d go home a happy little.
He leaned back, bouncing me a little to get a better grip on my bottom. So nice. I didn’t get aroused but it was almost like that, a flicker that went through me to relax me. It sent me to an almost meditative state.
“Do you want me to hold you for a little while, then?” Again, voice soft, honeyed, resonating through me.
I nodded.
