Page 58 of Kissing Kayley
We socialized and joined in at the campfires, started making acquaintances, and I even learned our secret shadows’ names were Ashe and Jenny, who sported Midwest-youbetcha’-nice accents and made no indication whatsoever that they had any clue who we were.
I found myself… relaxing. Letting my guard down.
Shibari quickly became my favorite activity. We’d acquired more purple rope and Vic cautiously and carefully experimented with simpler intermediate ties.
He also introduced me to more implements, and I found my pain tolerance was far greater than I’d first thought.
Especially when he used a vibrator on me while smacking me on the ass with a paddle.
Haaawwww!
We hadn’t played in the Dungeon yet because I didn’t feel ready to do that. We did go and watch though. Seeing other people play allowed me to better define things I wanted to try—or wanted to designate as a hard limit.
More importantly, we took classes, in person and watching on the TV. Classes about dynamics, play styles, negotiation—I was starting to convince myself that, yes, I was overthinking all of this. We hadn’t yet resumed our “discussion,” but I knew in my heart Vic would not turn out to be some Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde. He wouldn’t sucker me in with one persona just to turn into an asshole if we moved in together.
Besides, I could always sic Leo on him if he did.
It didn’t answer the question about our careers though. And now, I was slowly growing more convinced that would become the big sticking point.
We held hands as we walked back to the lodge from the stables following our latest trail ride. “What’s next on the schedule?” I asked.
He shrugged. “We can check the class schedule. Or we can take a shower and nap.”
“Hmm. Let’s check the class schedule.”
When we walked into the lobby, a Little wearing short Eeyore overalls and with her red hair up in wild, curly pigtails that bounced with an energy of their own ran up to me and Vic.
“Miss DeeDee! Come see! You hafta come see!” When she held her hand out to me I automatically reached for it. Then she started tugging to lead me away. When I turned back to Vic, he gently pushed my shoulders to get me moving.
“Don’t disappoint her, sweetheart.”
Intuition struck. “What’d you do?” I asked Vic.
But two more Littles had materialized out of nowhere, and I quickly found myself engulfed in their squealing ball of energyand herded toward the Littles’ wing, down the white-marble floored hallway, and into the multi-purpose room.
It looked like…
Like a party store had exploded. Streamers… well,streamedfrom the ceiling, in a violent rainbow of colors, along with other hanging decorations store-bought and hand-drawn like unicorns, rainbows, kittens, and more. A dining table had been set up and decorated with a dizzying array of delightfully childish centerpieces with mylar flowers and sprays, strands of colorful LED lights and flickering flameless candles, candy plants, and more.
One end of the room was dominated by a gigantic…
I blinked. It truly was a gigantic disco horse.
Covered in little mirrors, like a disco ball.
It stood easily as tall as me and sat on a white platform with caster wheels that looked to currently be locked down. It had been adorned in feather boas, stick on eyelashes, a light-up unicorn headband with pink feathers carefully propped behind its ears, a bridle and reins made of strands of tinsel and purple LED fairy lights braided together, and a sign hanging around his neck withMy Name Is GLITTER BOMB!written in purple crayon with lots of flowers and curlicues. More pink and purple fairly lights were braided into its white mane and tail.
At the other end of the room, a large, hand-made banner saidHAPPY BIRTHDAY MISS DEEDEE!
I turned and spotted Vic standing in the doorway and wearing a sheepish grin. “Sorry, baby. I couldn’t resist telling them.”
He walked over and leaned in, kissing me. Then he whispered in my ear. “Please, let them do this for you. They’re having fun. The last week has been tough on everyone.” He shrugged. “And, you know,cake. Besides, who could possibly throw a birthday party better than a Little?”
I couldn’t resist his playful smirk. I nodded and squeezed his hand. “Thank you, I appreciate this.”
“Thank them—they did all the work. All I did was provide intel.”
I turned to the first Little who’d run up to me in the lobby, who I now recognized as Emmy, the Little who’d approached us the other day when we were talking to Derek and she begged for the poor mirrored horse to be allowed on the property.
