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“I’ve promised Austin not to glare at any littles, but I did not make the same agreement about the Doms in the club.” They were fair game if they were rude or nosy in any way. “I also explained that our plan was to stay in the playroom and just relax there.”

That seemed to be the best first-time experience. We could explore the rest of the club at a later date once I was more familiar with it and Dessie had decided how he wanted to handle his submission in that part of the club.

He kept saying he wanted to explore the rest and play but something felt off about it, so I wanted to make sure he was truly comfortable before we started in on that plan.

“I like playing and I think you’ll like the other Daddies.” Dessie’s pep talk seemed slightly more confident that time. “Oh, I forgot. It’s okay if the other littles want to come sit with us or just snuggle against you. But you don’t have to if that makes you uncomfortable.”

Oh.

So this was thehow close can you get to other subs in a scenetalk?

“I would rather we not get to the throwing crayons level of frustration, so are you sure?” I wasn’t trying to second-guess his limits but I didn’t want him to push himself just because he thought it was the social expectation.

Dessie’s face scrunched up and he was quiet for a few seconds. “Yes, I think I’m okay with that. I’ve never had a Daddyto share cuddles with before, but they’re littles in the playroom and they’re my friends. Some of the single littles don’t get good cuddles in their big lives.”

Ah.

“I can provide cuddles then.” As long as Dessie stayed happy. “You will be in charge of encouraging that, though.”

Before he could do more than open his mouth, I continued. “But I will use my safewords if necessary. I will also try to find more subtle ways of letting you know I need space if something makes me nervous.”

Like a little deciding I smelled just a bit better than the other Daddies.

Nodding, Dessie let out a deep breath and sat straighter. “Yes, I’ll be able to notice if you’re more uncomfortable than I think is acceptable.”

He chuckled when I rolled my eyes. “I am not that difficult and I am not nervous.”

Not much anyway.

Dessie scoffed but responded overly sweetly. “Of course not, Daddy.”

Brat.

“Should I ask again what your limits are on a public spanking?” His giggle said he was enjoying reliving that conversation. “Alright then.”

His limits for the playroom were basically whatever Uncle Jarrett would let him get away with.

Mine, however, were slightly more frustrating because I just didn’t know what I’d be comfortable with. I’d never doneanything BDSM related where anyone could watch. I’d never even grabbed a date’s ass in public.

Hell, I didn’t even date in public if I could avoid it.

I’d rented out whole restaurants to avoid nosy photographers.

“We’re going to play and have fun and there’s nothing to worry about.” He was giving me a big smile and trying to find his little headspace but he wasn’t quite there yet.

“There is something to worry about and you know it.” I pretended to glare at him and got another giggle. “Austin’s going to show up. He won’t be able to help himself.”

Dessie’s giggles escaped and his eyes were smiling now where they hadn’t been before. “He thinks you’re going to be a cute Daddy and he hasn’t gotten to see that side of you yet.”

Rolling my eyes just got more laughter as we made our way through the gate and toward the club. “He’s going to be a menace.”

For some reason, he thought he had to be there to make sure we were fine.

That translated into making sure I would be fine.

Pain in the ass caretaker subs would be the death of me because I was supposed to appreciate how he worried.

His worries were not my problem.

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