Page 7 of Daddy on Tap

Once we were both stuffed and couldn’t avoid the clock any longer, I stood up from the table and held my hand out to Riley. “May I walk you to your next meeting?”

Riley took my hand and popped up from his seat. “Yes, please. Tomorrow, I’m gonna map out how to get to each of my meetings so I don’t get lost again. But for today, I really appreciate your help.”

“Today has been my pleasure.” I curled my elbow and brought his hand up to my lips so I could brush a kiss across the back of it. “I can’t remember the last time I had such a pleasant meal.”

Riley looked up at me and scoffed. “How is that possible? You’re the nicest person ever. Every one of your meals should be the most pleasant.”

I chuckled, hoping he was just being playful and not actually regressed to the point that he would struggle for the rest of the day. Instinctively, I leaned to the side and softly kissed the side of his head then slipped my arm behind his back. “It’s possible when just about every one of my meals is eaten alone. So, thank you for letting me hang out with you this morning. Maybe I’ll get to see you again later?”

Riley pressed against my side as we continued walking, every step bringing us closer to our goodbye. “I would like that a lot. My last meeting is at three, and then I’ll mostly just be in my room all night, avoiding the noise and crowds.”

“If you didn’t sleep well, you’ll probably be ready for a nap by three. I’ve got a meeting until four or four thirty, so if I can avoid getting called into an impromptu outing with some of my colleagues after that, maybe I can give you a call?”

Riley was nodding his head as he pulled out his phone. “Yes, please. Would you like me to put your number in my phone?”

“I would like that.” I couldn’t help smiling at the way he had worded his question. He didn’t ask for my number or offer his. He asked if I wanted to give him mine.

The sweet boy handed me his phone with his contact app already opened, so I added my information with one hand as I led him down the hall to his room. Before I was ready to say goodbye, we were standing in the doorway of a room that was getting more crowded by the second.

“I better go find a seat.” Riley looked at me with an expression that I’d only seen from people when they were suckling. That look of longing and contentment and appreciation, all in one.

“Are you gonna be okay today?” I placed my hands on his elbows and then slid up his arms to his shoulders, keeping his attention focused on me.

“Yes, Daddy.” His voice was quiet as if he didn’t want anyone to overhear us, but I could see that he was teasing me. “Thank you for breakfast and for helping me find my room.”

“You’re welcome, sweetheart.” I should’ve let go and taken a step back, but I just couldn’t do it. I pulled him to my chest and gave him a firm hug, holding him against me.

I didn’t miss the fact that he brushed his nose against my pec and took a whiff as his fingers dug into my sides. He held me just as tightly. “Have a good day, Adam.”

The fact that he used my name instead of calling me Daddy was like a knife through my heart. I never wanted to hear him say my name again. It just didn’t sound right. But that was not a conversation for right now. I pressed one more soft kiss into the side of his head and then pulled back and released him. “Send me a text so I have your number too.”

He nodded and took a step back as well. “I hope I see you again.”

I turned and started walking, forcing myself to leave before I dragged him back to my room to do naughty things with him.

He would definitely see me again. Hopefully, a lot of agains.

Chapter 7

Riley

It was mind boggling that one breakfast with Adam could highlight how completely shittastic my last Daddy James had been. I couldn’t even blame it on him either. Not fully. It was my fault just as much as it was his. I allowed him to treat me that way.

When he said that was all he could give, I accepted it and didn’t push for what I needed. But now that I’d gotten a glimpse of what it could be like to have someone who actually cared about me the way a Daddy should, I wanted that.

I wasn’t gonna settle again.

Sure, I would play at the club and do scenes once in a while—but when it came to relationships, I wanted it all.

It was funny because I’d always known that’s what good Daddies did—they took care of their boys. I even had friends who said their Daddies were like that, but I guess I thought it was all pretend. Just for show to get to the playtime fun. Thenakedplaytime fun. Maybe I was just seeing what I wanted to seebecause I didn’t want to admit the choices I’d been making were causing my problems.

And I’d made some really bad choices.

Who would’ve thought a work trip could lead to so much introspection? Unfortunately, that introspection made the day drag.

And drag.

And drag.

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