Page 17 of Just A Little Love

Since I'd met Rory, I'd begun to question if the trade-off was sufficiently worthwhile. This arrangement with Rory was temporary; my worry about it should feel misplaced, but it didn't. The reason I’d spent time in introspection on this issue was a question I refused to ask myself. I had to continuously remind myself that this was temporary. We’d go to the party, I’d finished unraveling the hoarder’s excuse of a file, Nico wouldsubmit the permit applications, and we'd return to our corners to finish out our lives. Separately.

Our remaining drive to Wilde Dandies was uneventful. Rory’s hands continued to clasp mine, but he remained calm and quietly watched the lights streak across the wet surfaces of the urban landscape. He looked slightly confused when we pulled into a parking lot adjacent to the red brick building, typical for the city’s standard urban core. The only clue that perhaps something interesting was happening behind the double wooden doors was two beefy men standing outside with tight pants, earpieces, and tight T-shirts with DM emblazoned across the front.

After parking, I went around to help Rory out of the vehicle. I reached across his chest and unbuckled his belt when Rory’s eyes met mine. I felt a jolt of electricity course through my body at his eye contact. The shocked look in his widened eyes told me Rory felt it, too. He broke eye contact with me and dropped to look at my lips. Likely involuntarily, his tongue darted to touch his lips before looking back up. Whatever nonsense I’d spouted to myself five minutes early was promptly forgotten when I was within kissing distance of Rory’s mouth.

I wanted to linger, so Rory had plenty of time to turn away. Intentions didn’t matter when the sexy-as-fuck man in front of you stared at your mouth. When our lips touched, my brain exploded into searing want. I insistently pushed my tongue into his mouth, and Rory's tangled with my own. This wasn’t the same sweet, chaste kiss we shared the other day. This one lacked all finesse but made up for it in want and need. Rory’s sweet, sexy whimpers spurred me to deepen the kiss. My urgeto dominate him, and his reciprocal surrender, made my semi hardened until my pants were painful against my hard cock. I couldn’t keep my hands off Rory. They snaked into his beautiful curls so I could grip his hair. His moans reverberated in my head, and I wanted to do whatever it took to make them continue. I pulled myself away from his mouth and trailed kisses down the line of his throat. His hands landed on my chest, and his grasping hands crushed the front of my shirt. My chest heaved as I sought to control my breathing after I tore my mouth away from his own.

“Baby, you make me so fucking hot. Every unattached daddy in the room will be so damned jealous I’m the one who gets to show you off, and I’ll be the one who gets to take you home.” My words made Rory shudder and shiver in his seat. I mouthed along the collar of his shirt and licked the protruding knobs of his clavicle. His corresponding moan went straight to my dick.

“Do you remember what I told you?” Rory’s panted breaths and blown pupils stared at me with undisguised lust.

“Listen to Daddy, and I’ll be a good boy.”

“Who’s good boy, Bunny?"

“Yours, Daddy. Only yours.”

Chapter 10

Rory

You got this.

After our impromptu make-out session, Daddy got me out of the car, and I felt much more confident about the party. All I had to do was do what Daddy told me, and it would be fine. I spent my entire day giving directions, so I certainly knew how to follow them. If I did a good job, would Daddy kiss me again? I don’t think he kissed me as part of our agreement because no one was around when we did it.

Stop worrying about this. Follow. Daddy’s. Directions.

With my hand firmly planted in Daddy’s, we made our way across the already full parking lot toward the nondescript building. There was a discreet brass plate above the door inscribed withWilde Dandies,which, I assumed, was a reference to the 19th-century wild child. Daddy said hello to the men at the door, gave them my name to check off their list, and we were ushered inside.

The reception area was impressive and anchored by an imposing oak desk. I half-expected Daddy Warbucks to saunter in with a cigar clamped between his teeth. I sang about hard-knock lives in my head, and giggles started. Daddy squeezed my hand and looked fondly, but he hadn't asked me to stop being silly. I thought maybe he liked it. Daddy guided me to the desk and gave our names again. The man behind the desk handed over several bands to Daddy, who sorted them between us. On me, he put a white one with teddy bears and a pink one. Daddy’s were black, also with teddy bears, and another pink one.

“Daddy, what does the pink mean?”

“Not available,” he answered with a wolfish smirk.

I tried to hide my self-satisfied grin, but I’d been caught red-handed when he laughed, grabbed my hand in his, and winked. Sweet baby gays, Daddy could wink the sexiest wink that ever did wink. I was a lucky bunny. My nerves evaporated into nothing. Daddy liked me. He was happy I was with him. The only thing left for me to do was follow Daddy’s directions exactly like he said, and everything would be fine.

Daddy led me down a hallway away from the club's main area. On the way, I glimpsed people dressed in leather pants so tight they looked sprayed on and chest harnesses. I tried not to stare, but since I’d never been to a kink club before I wanted to see everything. The hallway we’d gone down led towards the back of the building and into a second reception area. This area was less fancy and more cozy. The artist created a cityscape mural of an apartment building. Some were people, but others were monsters having tea, a dinosaur playing with blocks, and a sweet kitty taking a nap on a pillow.

“Uncle Gabe! You came! You came!” A blonde riot of color barreled across the room straight at Daddy. When the moving rainbow got closer, they started a butt-shaking happy dance involving fist pumps and twirls. Following close behind him was a man with shaggy brown hair and kind eyes.

“Good lord, Jakob. Slow down before you knock someone over. Gabe, it’s great to see you!”

These must be Daddy’s friends and the whole reason we were here. I guessed that the daddy whispered something in Jakob’s ear, and the smaller guy immediately looked sad. He listened to his daddy but kept looking in our direction. At the last thing he was told, he nodded emphatically and gave his daddy a kiss on the cheek. Jakob turned toward me and approached more slowly.

“I sorry I grabbed your Daddy, and I didn’t say hello first.” Jakob looked so sad. Maybe it wasn’t nice, but I wasn’tthatupset. I figured he was excited to see Gabriel.

“It’s okay. I’m not mad. I'm Rory.” Jakub beamed at my words, and I realized both daddies were standing there as we introduced ourselves with smug smiles on their faces.

“Hi! I’m Jakob! My papa is Reed.” He gave a little wave at his name, and I waved back.

The way Daddy looked at me made my insides warm and gooey like the bestest brownies. The thought took hold, I didn’t want to pretend to be little. Rather than play at it, I wanted to throw myself straight into the experience. My mind had been dancing toward it all day, and I was ready to jump into the deep end. Tonight, I wouldn’t be pretending to be his little. I was going to allow myself to actually be one. My gut told me I was going to enjoy every damn minute of it.

“Have you been here before?” When I shook my head no, Jakob squealed and insisted on giving me the tour before it was time for the fancy New Year’s Eve dinner.

Jakob asked his papa if he could go, but Reed said only if he paid the kiss tax, which had him laughing and planting kisses all over his face.

“Bunny, are you okay with Jakob?” Daddy whispered in my ear, and his warm breath tickled its shell. I laughed and rubbed my ear because Daddy kept blowing on it because he knew it tickled.

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