“Baby, come on, give me a chance here.”
Giggling, I deliberately repeat the clenching thing, earning me a playful growl and a forceful roll of his hips. That forces a gasp of air from my lungs. “There! More!”
Despite his warning, Daddy does just that, stimulating my special spot again. I writhe, seeking more of that magical feeling, and we fall into rhythm until Daddy’s hitting that spot on repeat. I babble nonsense and a series of oh-oh-ohs in time with every burst of the amazing feeling.
Then Daddy shifts his weight onto his right arm, taking my leaking, sticky penis in his left hand, and he only strokes it twice before I’m shouting and spurting between us.
Daddy curses and his hips go wild before he stills. I swear I feel the warmth of him coming into the condom. After catching his breath, he withdraws carefully and ties the condom off, tossing it toward the bathroom before collapsing in a sweaty heap at my side.
I snuggle up against him, not caring that I’m spreading my cum further over our tummies and chests.
“That was amazing, Daddy,” I announce, then yawn.
He kisses my temple softly. “I think so, too.”
I yawn again, but still ask, “When can we do it again?”
Daddy’s answering laughter makes me smile. “Soon, Baby Bear,” he answers with affection. “I promise.”
I start to drift off to sleep, but not before reconsidering my day. It started off as a disaster, but I can’t call it that anymore, either.
In fact, I’d go as far as to say it ended up being the best day ever.
EPILOGUE
VINCE
“Well,well, well! Look who we have here.” Anson chortles as Bear and I enter the main club space at The Grove. This is our city’s premier kink club, though you wouldn’t know it from the exterior.
On the outside, it’s an unassuming warehouse building on the edge of the industrial zone. But on the inside, it’s a two-story luxury club, with a nightclub downstairs and dedicated playrooms upstairs. The soundproofing is next level, not to mention the security system they’ve got installed. But the clincher was the solid NDAs we had to sign in order to join. Privacy, safety, and discretion are paramount here.
“Hi Anson,” Bear greets my best friend cheerfully, giving him a hug. “I’m sorry about Russ.”
It’s been two months since Bear and I started our relationship, and in that time Anson and Russ have broken up and gotten back together twice. Anson shrugs. “It is what it is. He wasn’t looking for anything serious” —his smile turns wicked— “unlikesomepeople I know.”
“Oh no,” I drawl, “you’ve worked it out.”
Bear giggles and smacks my chest. “Be nice to him, Daddy.”
“Yes, Doctor Sexy,” a new voice teases as another couple joins us. “Be nice to Doctor Dreamy.”
“Josh…” A blond Dom wearing tight leather pants and a mesh shirt sighs with exasperation at the muscular guy who had spoken. “Do you need to be reminded what happens when you try to make me and Daddy Em jealous?”
Josh, currently wearing a powder-pink footed onesie, bites his lip and widens his eyes with faux innocence. “Sorry, Daddy Maxxie.”
“Uh-huh.” Max, the Dom, is not convinced.
The first time I met these guys, their third (a huge, gentle giant of a man who reminded me of Idris Elba) was with them, and I was fascinated by their dynamic. A Daddy Dom, a Daddy, and a Little. To look at them, you wouldn’t think it would work, but it does.
Josh and Max are both cops, where their third, Emmett, works as a counselor at a kink-friendly community center. It’s obvious they all adore each other, even if they banter like crazy.
Then again, if I had a Boy like Josh, I’d probably do the same. I’m lucky my Boy is as sweet as they come.
To avoid his Daddy’s wrath, Josh turns to Bear. “Are you coming upstairs for Littles’ Night? They’re doing face painting again.”
Max groans. “Last time, you talked Mia into painting a dick on your face.” Anson snickers. Max shoots him a chastising look adding, “It wouldn’t wash off for days. I had to lie to our Captain and tell him Josh was home with the flu.”
By this point, Bear is giggling madly. I love the sound so much.