Page 44 of Chance's Choice
Speaking of Daddy, though, he’s been distracted for the past few days. I can understand why: his father really did a number on us -onhim- and I know our agreement to turn our backs and move on without a fight is still niggling at him. I don’t know how to make it better, and I can only hope that time will help. Plus, if I find a job that makes me happy, I might even be able to convince him that this was all for the best. Not that being under surveillance can ever really be ‘for the best’, but it is what it is, and I refuse to let Don win here.
He can think that he’s won, but our happiness will prove otherwise.
So, I do what I do best: I come up with a plan to remind Daddy of just that.
On Friday night when he opens his front door, I grab him by the hand and start dragging him towards my car.
“Wait,” he protests through chuckles. “Baby, where’s the fire?”
“Come on,” I urge, planting my feet and tugging fruitlessly at his arm. He’s bigger and bulkier than me, and he doesn’t move far. “I’ve got a reservation for us.”
His rusty-brown eyebrows wing upwards. “A reservation?” he asks. “Where?”
“That’s for me to know and you to find out.” I try pulling him forward again. “Please, Daddy. Trust me.”
Chance’s expression turns all soft and indulgent, the way it always does when I call him Daddy. It makes my belly all fluttery and warm. “Alright,” he agrees, “but let me lock up first.” He turns back to the door, then pauses and looks back at me over his shoulder. “Is what I’m wearing okay?”
He’s in his usual Friday night outfit of jeans and a Henley -this one dark red- and I nod, but then think it over. “Well, actually…”
Chance arches an eyebrow.
“Maybe business pants and matching shirt?”
His nod is slow as he looks me over. I’m dressed casually, so it’s not like I’m telling him to change for a dress code. Smirking, all I offer him is, “I’d like to see you looking all corporate, Daddy.”
This time his eyes widen with understanding. “I’m very much Daddy tonight, then?”
Not wanting to give anything more away until we get to our destination, I roll my eyes and motion with my hands for him to hurry up. Chance chuckles and goes to change.
* * *
“I should have guessed,” Daddy ponders out loud as I make the turn towards the industrial area that houses The Grove. I focus on the road, but I can see him turn in his seat beside me, and I can hear him grinning. “What have you got planned, baby?”
“You’ll see,” I respond coyly.
We’ve spent a lot of time as Daddy and boy, and as Daddy and pup, but we’ve done all of that at home. Next weekend, we’re meeting with the entire social group for a get-together and play date, but I honestly think Daddy and I deserve something a bit special and different to our usual routine. The Grove provides a safe space for that while giving us the illusion of being out in public. I think we both need this to recenter and regroup after having our privacy violated by his father.
I pull my car into the carpark at the rear of the large warehouse building, finding a spot near the rear of the lot. The front end of the lot is insanely busy with patrons of the club lined up at the food truck that Chance’s friend Tony owns. I don’t know much about my fellow Little yet. He seemed quite shy during our first meeting, but it was obvious that he and Spencer -Daddy’s best friend- are in love.
Tony’s manning the grill inside the black food truck and doesn’t see us as we pass. Chance leans in and explains that Tony prefers cooking to dealing with people, so he’s hired a couple of other staff to take orders and help out on busy nights like these. That makes sense to me and, as we pass by, I wonder whether he’s considered other marketing and sales strategies for the truck outside of its longstanding position here at The Grove. It’s namedBDSM-Burgers, Dino-nuggets, Shakes & More- and is a glossy black beauty of a truck, with a cheeky logo comprised of a cartoon burger dressed in bondage gear, holding a limp fry like a whip. While it seems niche, I think it’s kitsch enough that even vanilla folk would be drawn to it.
“I thought we were here for pleasure,” Daddy purrs in my ear, making me jump. We’ve reached the entrance door, an unassuming thing with an olive tree logo the only sign that we’re in the right place, and I shake my head.
“Am I that obvious?”
“Nah,” he answers, pulling the door open and guiding me into the bright white lobby ahead if him, “I just know you well enough to know that’s your work face.”
Those words fill me with love and warmth as we step up to the reception desk to check in. It’s a quick and easy process as we’re both members, but Chance cocks his head when I tell Meg that I booked a room for us.
She hands the key over, as well as the bag of items I asked to be set aside when I came here and made the reservation, before she goes over the general rules and expectations of use, and then tells us to enjoy our night.
As always, when we open the big, soundproofed double doors, we’re met with a blast of bass and sound. The ground floor nightclub and bar space is already busy, which is unsurprising for a Friday night, but this is not where I intend to spend our evening.
Chance peppers me with questions as we take the hallway which wraps around the lefthand side of the club space, and I laughingly remind him that I’m supposed to be the excitable boy, not him. The light tease does nothing to stem the flow of his questions, even as we make our way up the grand staircase at the rear of the building. It takes us up to the second floor, with two parallel hallways spread out in front of us once we reach the top.
This part of the building feels like a classy old hotel. It’s all golden wood paneling and red carpeted floors. The doors that line the halls are soundproofed, as are the rooms within, but they still look like unassuming hotel rooms, with gilt numbers around eye level on their lacquered surfaces.
Where we would usually take the hallway on the right to head down towards the playroom, I lead Chance down the one on the left, to the door marked 207. I use the key to unlock it and I step inside with Chance on my heels. As Chance moves into the room proper, I make sure the door is shut and locked.
