Page 8 of XOXO, Daddy
“You’re incorrigible, Layla,” I scoffed.
“Big word for such a cute little,” she teased.
Sticking my tongue out at her, knowing she couldn’t see me, I hung up. Layla was right. The best way to get over this feeling was to get out there.
Or maybe gettingundera certain Daddy.
Fidgeting with my shirt,I paced the hallway outside of the little room. What was I thinking, wearing this?
A shirt about two sizes too small, and a pair of jeans? My belly showed just slightly under the hem of the tee-shirt. The jeans were comfortable, but the shirt was downright tiny. My breasts almost wouldn’t fit at all, and they definitely made the shirt raise up even further, to the point my belly button was just peeking out.
But it had Care Bears on it.
That’s why I loved it.
I may not be ready to go full little in front of strangers, but this I could do. Clutching Mr. Fluffers to my chest, I waltzed my happy, round ass into the playroom and didn’t look back.
Immediately, my eyes found Adam sitting on the same sofa where we’d been a few nights ago. He was in the middle of a conversation with another man, both of them speaking in hushed tones so as not to disturb anyone’s playtime.
The other man lifted his eyes, catching my attention with a smile. Which immediately pulled Adam’s attention. His face was stern and serious as he turned to look at me — and immediately broke out into a wide grin. Butterflies erupted in my tummy.
Those butterflies moved lower, settling right between my thighs as his eyes moved over my body, taking in my more little-esque appearance. His gaze heated as he waved a hand, beckoning me over.
“You made it back! Erick, this is Bunny. Bunny, this is Sir Erick,” he introduced us, his deep voice making the butterflies flutter faster.
“A pleasure to meet you, Bunny,” Sir Erick said, giving me a slight nod.
“You, too,” I mumbled.
“Oh, come now. Don’t be shy. Sir Erick is a good guy. He is one of the owners of this fine club,” Adam explained, gesturing to the room.
“Really?” I asked, my interest piqued.
“He’s being too kind, but yes. I am one of the co-owners of this club. But don’t let Adam here downplay his own success. He’s one of us, too,” Erick chuckled, nudging Adam in the shoulder.
“Really?” My eyes popped open wide. I knew Adam ran a business; that’s how he was as wealthy as he was. But I had no idea he also co-owned this place.
“Yes, really,” he chuckled.
“So that’s how you could afford that house,” I muttered under my breath.
“What was that?” He leaned forward to better hear me.
“Oh, nothing,” I quickly muttered.
That was close!
It wouldn’t do me any good to announce that I knew him quite well, even if he didn’t realize it.
“Erick and I have to run off to attend to some business, but maybe I’ll see you later?” Adam asked, touching my shoulder. I tried to ignore the nerves that resurfaced as soon as they left.
Snuggling into the couch, I took a moment to watch everyone else, not quite ready to join in, but excited to take that plunge tonight.
“Alright, folks. As much fun as everyone is having, it’s time to clear out the room,” a Dungeon Monitor called from the corner of the room. Excited chatter erupted throughout the whole room, leaving me sitting there, confused. It was still early, and I had no idea what was going on. Or why almost no one was leaving the room.
“What’s going on?” I whispered to a little playing on the floor near me. She tugged the pant leg of her Mommy.
“Did you need something?” the woman asked kindly.
