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“I couldn’t ask you to do that. I’m sure you have plans, and a submissive to go attend to.” Nervously brushing a lock of my hair back behind my ear, my eyes lowered. I was making a fool of myself, but it was nearly impossible to not want to be little in hispresence. He loomed over me, easily over six feet tall, with broad shoulders — perfect for cuddling. And that smile — thatsmile—equal parts disarming and charming, giving me the feeling of comfort and protection and something delectably dirty all in one tiny smirk. How was I supposed to act?
“No submissive for me at this time, sugar. But I’d be happy to go in with you. If it would make you feel more comfortable, that is.” I weighed my options carefully. On the one hand, he was Alyssa’s father. And that felt — weird. Kind of. Maybe? I wasn’t entirely sure. On the other hand, I had stood outside of this door twice now without taking the plunge and getting involved. Perhaps he was right. Besides, it wasn’t like he recognized me, anyway. Surely, I could go in, maybe make some new friends, and he would go back on his merry little way. I doubted very much that this was his scene, anyway.
“Alright,” I shrugged and offered him a smile. “Why not?”
Holding his elbow out to me, he escorted me inside the playroom. Immediately, I could feel dozens of pairs of eyes on me, on us. He led me to an area of sofas and chairs. On the floor were a few tubs of toys; my eyes immediately went to the Legos. Most of the others were playing in other areas, with only one couple sitting here. A man sat on a chair, brushing his little boy’s hair. It was sweet. I longed to feel such a tender touch on my own long locks.
I nodded, not trusting my own voice. “How does this spot feel?” Mr. Stone asked me. He made space beside him on the large sofa, but I did not miss the way his legs spread, making space for me to sit on the floor below him, should I wish to. It was completely unassuming and non-pressuring; the absolute perfect way to give me a choice.
Thinking better of sitting in such an intimate place as between his thighs, I sat on the couch beside him, pulling mylegs up and tucking them beneath me. I longed to pull Mr. Fluffers out of my bag, but thought better of it.
Baby steps, Willow. Baby steps.
“So are you new to the area, or new to the community altogether?” he asked, shifting to better face me.
“Neither, well, not exactly. I moved back here recently.” Pressing my lips together tightly, I stopped myself from saying too much. His easy demeanor made it difficult not to say too much. “But I’m not new to the scene, just this particular community.”
“So not a newbie, just new to the Providence scene.” He nodded in understanding, his arm stretching across the back of the sofa. I could almost feel his fingers against my skin; even though they weren’t touching me, only the back of the sofa.
“Hell, where are my manners?” He swore softly under his breath. “I didn’t even think to ask your name, or introduce myself, for that matter. I’m Adam.” He gestured lightly with his free hand towards me.
“I’m —” I stopped abruptly, realizing that I couldn’t give my real name. So many in the kink community used fake names, but I had never thought to. I had always used Willow. But there was no way I could say that here, not to him. In my discomfort, I had shoved my hand back into my large bag, feeling Mr. Fluffers for comfort. “You can… um… you can call me…” I trailed off, searching my now blank mind for any kind of name that would suffice. My fingers pet over Mr. Fluffers, and it came to me. “You can call me Bunny.”
His face lit up; his eyes sparkling.
“Bunny. I like that. It seems to fit you.”
“You don’t even know me.”
“Don’t I, though?” His fingers lifted from the back of the couch, touching my cheek lightly, just where a cursed blush heated my skin.
“I… um…” My eyes lowered almost automatically, but not before I saw the way his eyes moved down over my body, just for a moment. My submission answered his dominance with far too much ease.
“I’d like to ask you a question, Bunny, but it’s a personal one. Would that be alright?” His tone was soft and sweet, the perfect tone for a Daddy to have. If only hewerea Daddy. The look of him spoke far more of a sadist than a Daddy, however.
“Alright.” My fingers lifting to tuck an errant lock of hair back behind my ear nervously. The long, strawberry blond locks were wavy with far too much unruliness, but he stopped me with a gentle touch on the hand before tucking the troublesome lock behind my ear himself.
“What makes you nervous about joining in the little scene here in Providence? Was that the scene you were in before? Wherever you were before?”
I struggled to answer. It was not a simple question to answer.
“What is in your bag there, Bunny?” he asked, his hand touching my bag where my hand lay inside, playing with Mr. Fluffers.
“Oh, um…” Scrunching my nose in embarrassment, I pulled Mr. Fluffers from my bag, holding him in my lap, though all I really wanted to do was pull him to my chest and snuggle him.
“Well, who do we have here?” Adam’s entire demeanor changed. Sitting up, he looked at my stuffy with rapt fascination and excitement, his smile drawing an answering grin from my lips, putting me at ease.
“This is Mr. Fluffers!” I answered with a slight bounce on the sofa, unable to hold back my excitement.
“It’s nice to meet you, Mr. Fluffers.” To my utter shock, Adam held his hand out to the bunny, as though shaking the hand of a stuffy was a normal, everyday occurrence.
Was Adam a Daddy? Had I been wrong about my assumption completely? Surely not.
Hesitantly, I held out Mr. Fluffers’ paw for him to shake, giggling when Adam made a show of it. We settled back into the sofa, a little more comfortable than we had been five minutes ago.
“I think…” I searched for the right words. “I think that I’m just afraid of not fitting in.”
“Not fitting in? Why would you ever think you wouldn’t fit in?” His brow furrowed in concern.
