Page 34 of A Daddy for Maddy

“Thank you.” Ozzy took the remote from him.

I looked at the other boy, Trent Winterbourne’s boy. He was super cute and was rich. I’d never known anyone so rich before.

“I’m Maddy,” I said, as we both sat down on the beanbags.

“I’m Ozzy.”

“You have a very handsome Daddy.”

“So do you,” Ozzy said.

“Well, I hope so. We’ve only just started. We haven’t even spent the night together yet. It was supposed to be tonight.”

“Really? That’s exciting. I’m sorry you were interrupted on your date. Colin’s nice. I met him a few times when I came to the club with my ex.” His eyes darkened.

“But now you’re with Mr. Winterbourne. That seems exciting.”

His mood abruptly brightened. “It is. I love him so much. He’s the best daddy ever.”

“I hope I experience what you have.”

“With Colin?” he asked.

“I would like that. He’s so amazingly nice and handsome. And big. I would love to have him as my daddy. Totally my type.”

Ozzy giggled. “You have a crush.”

“Something like that.”

“My daddy was hard to break through to at first. But then, well, it was super good.” His cheeks flushed.

The TV flashed cartoons before us, but we were more intent on talking, getting to know each other.

“How long have you known you’re a little?” I asked.

He scrunched up his face, thinking. “Maybe since I was about twenty.”

“I just learned the term. I had never heard of it before. But I’ve acted out like a baby sometimes since I was about sixteen, and wished I had a boyfriend who would do weird things like wash me and brush my hair. It was sexual, too. I thought I was so bad.”

Ozzy nodded. “It’s a scary feeling, but I always liked toys and I fantasized all the time about having a man take care of me. When I was as young as thirteen, my fantasies were about a man being with me, sleeping with me, and acting like a doctor. It was very comforting. I didn’t know what it meant until I was much, much older.”

We talked about all sorts of personal subjects. We’d hit it off instantly, as if we were brothers waiting to discover each other.

“Are you into other kinks, like in this club?” I asked.

“I thought I might be. I didn’t know. I let my ex do stuff because he wanted it. I wanted to please him. But I didn’t like it. Like being strapped down and held and hurt. He told me it would feel good after a while. Endorphins or something. But it only hurt me and I wanted his approval so I did it.”

“I’ve never experimented like that. I saw guys being whipped the last time I was here. I was fascinated, but not exactly because I want to do that.”

“I understand exactly,” Ozzy replied, repeating my emphasis word, drawing it out with his breath. “I like your stuffed unicorn.”

I held him out to him. “His name is Kornie. Want to hold him?”

Ozzy took him gently into his arms.

Just then, my phone went off.

As I reached into my pocket to grab it, I heard the door to the playroom open. Thinking it was Carlo, I didn’t look right away. But as Ozzy turned his head and froze, a chill went up my spine.

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