Page 10 of XOXO, Daddy
“Listen, I was just trying to have a little fun. No need to get your panties in a wad.” His fingers lightly toyed with my arm. Jerking my arm back, I stepped back from him. Or tried to. The wall stopped me.
His hand touched the wall by my head, effectively making me feel trapped.
My hand dug into my bag, feeling Mr. Fluffers again, hoping it would give me courage. Men like him scared me. I knew the vast majority of kink communities were full of healthy people and situations, but there were always a few jerks thrown into the mix, unfortunately. And it seemed I had found one here.
“Why don’t I take you to one of the private rooms and I can help you… relax.” His eyes moved down my body — well, partially. They stopped at my breasts. Such a small shirt had not been a good idea tonight.
“No,” I nearly barked through clenched teeth, my eyes narrowing at him.
“What’s with the attitude?” he scoffed.
“I said no.” The sounds of the club faded behind the roaring of my pounding heart.
His eyes followed down my body, stopping where my hand was shoved into my bag.
“Hiding something?” He sneered, grabbing my arm and yanking it out of my bag. Mr. Fluffers was still clenched in my grasp. “A stuffed animal? Oh, I see!” His sinister chuckle set my teeth on edge.
I looked around the room, but could not find one of those shiny vests anywhere close from what little I could see beyond him. Even the fur of my stuffy could not soothe me.
“You’re a little?” he asked with a scoff, leaning in a bit closer.
“I am,” I managed to mutter. My confidence was gone, and I couldn’t stop my voice from shaking.
“Aren’t littles supposed to be… well… little?” Judgmental laughter huffed close to my ear. I clenched my eyes closed tightly. “That was my understanding. Littles are supposed to be cute and little and you are… not those, are you?”
My arms hugged my tummy, hiding it with shame.
“Oh, I get it. That’s what you’re here trying to find, isn’t it? A Daddy who wants a pudgy princess? A tubby, tiara wearing princess?”
Tears filled my eyes, and I batted them away shamefully. I did not want this jerk to see me cry. My little side barely knew how to handle a man like him, but I tried anyway.
“Please, leave me alone.” I meant for it to sound confident and secure, but instead it came out as a whimpering whine.
“But you’re here, pudgy princess! You’re here looking to not be alone. So why would I leave you alone?” His fingers brushed up my tummy, barely touching one of my breasts. A cry stuck in the center of my throat, as my eyes shut in fear.
I needed help.
Before I could manage to holler out for a Dungeon Monitor, I felt cool air surround me as his domineering presence suddenly vanished.
A slam sounded just to my left, surprising me as my eyes popped open to see the jerk pushed against the wall with a loud thud.
And the man holding a tight grip around the jerk’s throat?
None other than Adam.
“Did she invite you to touch her, Ragnar? Did you get permission?” His voice was so low and biting even I shivered.
“Look man —” Jerkface McJerkson started, but Adam shoved him against the wall again, so hard I could hear his head bounce.
“Yes or no, Ragnar. Did. You. Get. Consent?” Each word was bitten out through clenched teeth. I looked on in wonder as Adam came to my rescue. Jerkface may have been tall and domineering, but he had nothing on Adam.
“I was just talking to the girl. Cool it, man.”
“Dominic, here, will see you out. This is your last warning, Ragnar. Do not try this bullshit again.” Adam released him, but only for a second. As soon as Jerkface — Ragnar, apparently — had taken one step, Adam grabbed one of his arms in a move so quick and practiced I could hardly follow it. Ragnar winced as his wrist was folded down painfully, completely trapped by Adam’s grip. Something told me that all it would take was a bit of pressure, and joints would snap like twigs.
I could hardly hear Adam’s whisper, but it sent chills of fear — and something deeper — through me. “And Ragnar. I swear to whatever God you believe in, if you ever touch this woman again, I won’t just ban you from this club. I will make sure you don’t touch anyone ever again. Do you understand me?”
Within seconds, Jerkface was carted away by the Dungeon Monitor, and Adam stood before me. His hands lifted, to comfort me I assumed, but they stopped in midair. His fingers clenched into fists as he slowly lowered them again, taking a slow, calming breath.
