Page 9 of Just A Little Love

“It’s part of the BDSM community. Littles are those who want to give up their adult worries and stresses and embrace their inner children. Caregivers, in my case, a daddy, provide care and structure. Yes, there are some broad categories.”

“No stressing sounds pretty okay to me,” Rory chuckled. “How are they different?”

“The basic concept is the same. Someone on one end of the spectrum might like cribs and bottles, and someone on the other might like video games. Some else might be a mixture of all of them. There isn’t one way to do it. It’s whatever the people involved like.”

I would rather not overwhelm Rory, but being upfront and honest was only fair. He should know what he was getting into. And, if I was being honest with myself, I wanted him to be interested in the lifestyle or real and not because it was a way to save his house. “Some people only do designated scenes, others are more fluid depending on their mood, and others stay in their little mindset all the time unless forced into a more adult one.”

“What about you? What do you like?”

“As a caregiver, I do what my little wants and needs. I’ve played with some men who liked bottles and being rocked, and others who were into video games. Being the person who stands between them and the world brings me immense satisfaction.” I stopped to gather my thoughts before I continued. “My work interferes with sustaining a long-term relationship. A tremendous amount of trust comes with this in a long-term relationship. A little is trusting you to take care of them. When I need a fix, I can go to the club and find a partner for the evening.”

Rory’s teacher skills would not let me get away with a non-answer to his question. “You didn't answer. What kind of little do you like?” His tone was inquisitive, but firm.

Barrett wordlessly brought out our drinks before disappearing again. I sensed he understood more was happening than a simple lunch.

“I enjoy being able to play with my little. If they like blocks or coloring or whatever. Watching them using their imaginationand allowing their minds to wander and explore is so sweet. I enjoy reading them stories, giving baths, and tucking them in at bedtime”

Rory nodded with understanding before leaning forward while he gestured for me to do the same.

“What about diapers?” he whispered.

At his whispered question, I threw my head back and roared. “That’s what everyone always wants to know,” I stopped to wipe my eyes before I answered. “If a little is into using diapers, I’m fine with it. It’s not a deal-breaker either way with me. I love a little in training pants, though.”

Rory’s mouth drew into a perfect O, which was cute as hell. My mind wandered to what he might look like with training pants or a diaper puffing out his ass. I hid my grin when an image of a waddling Rory popped into my mind.

“You mentioned a party last night, but my mind couldn’t focus on the details. Can you explain again what you need me to do?”

Rory’s unintentionally loaded question sent a flood of NSFW images into my brain. I could see him on his knees with his mouth stretched wide around my cock, me laying him out to worship his ass, and me sucking him off until his cum shot down my throat. I scrubbed a hand over my face to hide my reaction because I damn well knew he hadn’t intended where my mind went.

“My friend who texted in The Diner is married to his little. It's been so long since I was involved with someone that it even predates my friendship with him.“ I fiddled with my napkin before I resumed my sorry tale. “My friends are worried about me not having enough fun in my life. Our local kink club is throwing a New Year’s Eve party for littles, and I told them I had a date for it. That's why I was going to hire and pay someone to pose as my little. Since you need an extra job that works around your current one, I want to hire you to do it.”

“So you need someone to go to a party with you? That’s it? I don’t want to be rude, but I will. What’s the pay?”

“Ten thousand and an NDA. Either way, I will still help you get your permits and paperwork.”

Rory chewed on his bottom lip while he contemplated my offer. “Isn't this one-sided? I go to a party, and you help me with the paperwork for my house, plus pay an obscenely large amount. You aren't getting much for your time.”

The need to save his lip from abuse was strong, but I resisted the call to free it. “Rory, I was prepared to pay the other guy. Why wouldn’t I pay you? The time and effort it will take you to do this for me is significantly more difficult and time-consuming than what I’m going to do for you. I'm asking you to sign an NDA for a reason. I don't want my life or the lives of my friends gossiped about.”

Indecision played across Rory’s face. He was so expressive I could practically see the pro/con list he was ticking off in hishead. Rory gave a firm head nod to no one in particular, looked directly at me, straightened his shoulders, and offered a fist bump over the table.

“Let’s do this, Daddy.”

Chapter 6

Rory

“I’m glad you’re the one I’m doing this with.” Gabriel said.

His easy smile made me feel like he meant it.

“And I was hedging my bets, and brought the NDA agreement with me. If you want to read it or get a lawyer to review it before you sign, we can table the discussion and enjoy lunch together.” Gabriel handed me a folded, typed paper.

I glanced down and scanned the form. It was straightforward, but given what I still thought was a lopsided agreement, I wasn’t comfortable with payment until after the party. In the margin, I noted the change in terms, signed it, and gave it back to Gabriel. He initialed the change, although I didn’t miss he shook his head a teeny bit, and added his signature before he tucked it away.

“First things first,” Gabriel said in his low baritone voice.

I appreciated his desire for privacy, but his voice was something else. I imagined him whispering naughty things in my ear, which was precisely what Anders warned me not to do.

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