Page 1 of Spoil Me, Daddy
Chapter 1
Zaire
“Yes, of course. Traffic permitting, I’ll be there by eight-thirty.” Zaire Morgan listened to the caller, nodding. “Sure. Thank you. Bye.”
He closed his phone, rubbing his eyes with his free hand as he yawned. He’d been awake for the past hour but, for some reason, could not wake up properly. At least, he now knew which school he was being sent to. It was one of the downsides to working for an agency. He didn’t know where he would be sent until around seven in the morning when he received a call with the location and times he was needed. Sometimes, it was a nice school; other times, it was not.
Thankfully, most of the students he met were adorable. He specialised in helping with special educational needs children of any age up to eighteen. There was always plenty of work available for him because there was a serious lack of specialised teaching assistants in the school environment. Unfortunately, the job took a lot of energy and not only physical energy. Guaranteed, by the end of the week, Zaire was exhausted and seriously in need to play.
Stepping into his kitchen, he flicked the kettle on and filled his takeaway mug with coffee, needing a hit of caffeine if he was going to manage it through the last day of the week, then he got into his car and drove to the special needs school. He didn’t know which age of children he’d be working with until he got there, so he psyched himself up for anything.
Arriving, he parked his car, picked up his bag of tricks and his coat and headed to the reception desk. As he walked, he slipped his ID card over his head, settling it around his neck. Upon entering, he signed in electronically, a printed ID given to him to add to his current one, and he strode off to the early years’ classroom. Today would be a day of fun and games with five- and six-year-olds.
Another unpleasant side effect of working for an agency was that he never managed to create deep, meaningful friendships the way he would if he worked in the same school permanently, but he was getting used to it after a year.
An upside to the job was he could pick and choose when he worked. If he received a call one morning, and he didn’t want to work, he was able to decline it with no repercussions. Or at least, no repercussions as long as he didn’t do it all the time.
The day passed by as he’d expected it to: playing a variety of games, calming children down, singing, dancing, climbing outside and reading, plus all the toileting and hygiene tasks which were needed. By the time school ended, Zaire was shattered. He bid goodbye to the staff, signed out and dropped into the driver’s seat. He rested his head back for a moment, breathing deeply and closing his eyes.
Knowing he would not get better until he got home, Zaire started his car and left. As soon as he arrived, he stripped off his trousers and polo shirt, got into the hottest shower he could stand and washed off the week’s work. When he’d wrapped the towel around his waist, he hustled to his bed, where he’d dropped his phone and opened it to Rod’s name.
“Hey, I’m heading out tonight. You coming?” Zaire asked without a greeting.
“Nah, man. I’ve got a party with Delia, haven’t I?” Rod was his best friend, had been since university.
Zaire had forgotten. “Alright, no worries. Have a good night.”
“Hey, Z?”
“What?”
“Head over to Infinity. They’ve got a free-for-all night on. You never know what you’ll find.” Rod chuckled and rang off.
Zaire rolled his eyes. It was a good idea, so he threw his phone back on the bed and strode to his wardrobe. He pulled out a cute red halter-neck top and a black satin skirt. Hanging them on the wardrobe door handles until he needed them, he sashayed over to the drawers, skimming his hands over the contents of the top drawer. Zaire chose black nylon stockings with a black lace suspender belt and matching lace underwear.
He threw the towel to the floor and sat on the bed, placing his feet into the suspenders and sliding them up his legs, settling it nicely on his hips. He repeated the action with the underwear, making sure the clips were underneath. He adjusted his cock to fill the material better and smoothed his hand over the front of his groin, loving the feel of the lace covering him. He sat on the bed again, lifting one foot and sliding the stocking up his calf and thigh until he secured it with the clip from the belt. As he slid the other stocking on, he felt something inside him unclench, something free from within him.
When he was done, he stood in front of the mirror, admiring the way the lace clung to every part of him. He skimmed his hands across his body, feeling more like himself with every passing moment.
He hated having to be so buttoned up, so prim and proper when he went to the schools, but naturally, there’d be outrage if he turned up wearing what he preferred to wear every day. He only had to think about how his dad reacted to know the truth.
Zaire fetched his outfit and slid both items on, once again, admiring the look. Choosing some red three-inch heels—he knew his limitations when walking was involved—he slid them on and sat in front of his mirror. He rarely wore a lot of makeup, usually some subdued eyeshadow and lip gloss, but tonight he needed more. By the time he was done, his amber-coloured eyes popped from his features, his cheekbones were more defined, and his lips looked divine.
Satisfied with his appearance, Zaire grabbed his phone and called for a taxi. Finding his short leather jacket, he checked his social media while he waited. When the horn sounded, he locked up his house and departed for the evening.
He never knew what to expect at these free-for-all events. There was always a mix of kinks milling around each other, and it wasn’t always easy to find someone with the same kink as he had. Despite that, he was excited to let go.
When the taxi deposited him outside the club, he thanked him and headed towards the building, the bass pounding into the night, even through the closed doors. Infinity had been open for several years and catered to many people. There was a membership section to the club as well as a public side. Zaire couldn’t afford to pay to be a member, so had to settle with public events like these.
Music blasted his eardrums as he entered, and he strolled towards the kiosk to pay his entry fee. He swapped his coat for a ticket, which he slipped into a discreet pocket of his skirt, along with his phone. He thanked the staff member and waved his way into the club, heading straight for the bar for a stiff drink.
As he arrived, a gap opened, and he slid into it before anyone else could take it, although someone bumped into him.
“Sorry, sweetheart.” A muscular guy squeezed Zaire’s arm and shuffled on his way.
Zaire rolled his eyes before turning his attention to the bartender. When the guy moved closer, Zaire shouted his order to him, receiving a shout in his ear afterwards.
“Hey! Wait your turn like everyone else.”
