Page 95 of Dirty Discipline, Vol. 2

He went on to explain, but I couldn’t focus on the details. I knew it was psychological, but knowing I couldn’t use the facilities suddenly had me needing to pee…badly. I thanked him and then ran to Marco’s apartment to borrow his bathroom. I hated to bug him, but at the time, it was the only place I could think to go, even with other apartments nearby. It was safe to say he was deeply embedded in my every thought.

I knocked, and he opened the door almost instantly. “Am I late for dinner?” he asked. We had planned to grab some takeaway tonight, knowing the water would be shut off part of the day. Could I have made something during a different part of the day? Absolutely, but this was better.

“No. They said my bathroom is out of commission and…can I…” I didn’t even get to finish when he stepped out of the way and let me through. I bolted toward the bathroom and took care of business. When I came out, he wasn’t anywhere to be seen.

“Marco?” It felt weird calling out to him like that. I felt like I was back in middle school at the community pool, waiting for someone to call back to me so I could find them.

“Polo.”

I couldn’t help the giggle that erupted from me as he walked through his doorway.

“Amused?” His warm smile had me nodding, not even caring that my mind was back to a childhood game. Marco was safe. He knew I had a side of me that wasn’t what I showed the world, and he accepted it. Shit, I was pretty sure he liked it.

“I used to like that game.” I walked over to him and into his arms, loving his embrace. “Thank you for letting me in.”

“Of course. Now be a good boy and go get your things for a sleepover.” I froze. We had been getting along well and I liked him—more than liked him. I wanted him, too, but this was a huge jump and I wasn’t sure what all to make of it. “I just talked to Kawson, and he said you can’t use your bathroom for at least twenty-four hours.”

“Ohh, okay.” I still didn’t move. Of course, Marco wasn’t trying to push me. He wasn’t that kind of guy. And even if he had been hinting at more, he’d have taken no as the full answer that it was. “I’ll go get some things.”

I started to step out of his arms, but he hugged me closer. “When you come back, maybe you can share what your original plan was for this evening, since you learned the bathroom was out of commission.” He kissed the top of my head and loosened his arms.

It didn’t take me long to gather what I needed for a sleepover. And as I walked back in, I just spit out that I was going to stay at a hotel. He probably guessed that, or maybe thought I was going to try and not use a bathroom for the entire time.

“Riggs, I’m your landlord and, as such, it is my responsibility to make sure you have a safe place to stay.”

My gaze hit the floor, disappointment flooding into me unbidden. I went from thinking he wanted me to have an adult smexy sleepover to realizing I was a legal obligation in less than five minutes, and the emotional roller coaster of that was too much for me.

“Riggs.” Marco tapped my chin and I looked up to meet his eyes. “I didn’t mean that as it sounded. If it had been that, I’d have gotten you a hotel. I invited you over because I thought a sleepover was fun and maybe we could play.”

“I don’t—didn’t—you don’t—I’m confused by everything.”

He took my hand and led me to the couch. “Sit and tell Daddy what has you confused.”

That simple use of the word daddy had everything coming out and it felt amazing.

“I’m confused because I want to call you Daddy, but also we are new to dating, and I want you in the way a man wants another man, but also I like it when you take care of me, and I want that as well and…” I sucked in a deep breath. “I just really want to play—like middle play with maybe cars and Candy Land and cartoons and maybe a video game or plastic bricks or something. Can we do that? Is that okay?”

“Oh, my good boy, we can do whatever you want. Should we go shopping for toys?”

I nodded my head like a little bobble head. “I’d like that.”

“I’d like that, too.”

Chapter 6

Marco

Who knew a rainfall in the bathroom, a potential disaster, could turn into something so great? All the repairs were made, and we’d settled back into the smooth flow of daily life but with one major difference.

Riggs and I were both dating and exploring a Daddy/middle relationship. That first sleepover night, we’d powered up his computer and done some fun online shopping, picking out a few toys and games, including Candy Land, of course. Although so far, we hadn’t done much exploration of the big part, beyond having pleasant dinners out and other dates, but we were getting closer to crossing that line to the bedroom and all that meant.

I was getting ready to leave the office on Friday afternoon when Andy came in, his shirt half untucked and hair standing on end. Anyone who knew my old partner in business, and, back in law school, occasionally mischief, was aware that he never ever had a hair or a garment out of place. The scion of a politically active family, Andy had been raised to follow his senator father into the firm he’d co-founded, with the goal of an eventual run for the White House. As a result, he’d been taught to never look anything but his very best at all times.

Imagine his father and uncle—who still ran the prestigious firm—learning he’d decided instead to open his own practice, with me? No other lawyers but us, and half our business pro bono. But despite the fact that I wore jeans on days when I didn’t have to go to court or have any client meetings, Andy was still pressed and tucked on all days.

So, when he entered, all in a rush and looking like I probably did most days, I stood up in alarm. “Andy? Is everything okay?”

“Yes…I mean, no…I mean, I need you to go to Chicago for me.”

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