Page 64 of Losing his Daddy

“This will be interesting.” He drops the papers on his desk. “The main things you need to know: 1) Stick with Weston at all times. He is your guide and mentor moving forward. 2) If you feel uncomfortable at any moment, or if you separate from Weston along the way, simply grab a member of security. They can help you get where you need to be. 3) Last but not least, have fun. Keep an open mind and all will be well.”

“Welcome to the MOA of Club Deny,” Tucker said.

Wes leaned over to whisper, “It stands for Members Only Area.”

I gave him an appreciative nod as the four of us made our way through a door opposite of the one we came in. Whereas the club before was loud and jarring, this space is anything but. Music plays, though at a much more subdued level. There aren’t nearly as many people around, and the atmosphere is more laid back.

Even so, I can’t miss the signs that it’s not a normal club. The main area has a long bar top to one side and a stage section roped off where a woman has a man laid across a table surrounded by candles.

“Wax play.” Patrick noticed where my gaze landed. “Can be fun, though I don’t recommend it tonight. Observation might be best instead.”

Wes nodded beside me quickly. “Absolutely agree. You can look all you want. That’s the beauty of the club.”

I thought about it and shivered. For some reason, the idea of watching with permission made everything in me come alive. I could feel my cock hardening in my suit pants. My heart sped up at the implication of what it all meant. I’d never been an onlooker. Even the few times I’d caught one of the guys on the ranch in a heated moment with their partners, I never took the chance to look.

But what if consent had been the issue? Wes had been heavy on making sure everything we did had my express permission. Could that have been why I didn’t take the opportunity before?

“Where is your head at?” Tucker asked me quietly.

I shrugged. “I’m not sure. I feel — I don’t know what I feel. He said I could observe and well…”

I shrugged again. There weren’t words in me to explain where my head had gone.

Wes moved closer. “I have an idea. Instead of showing you the entirety of the club tonight, maybe we pick one area to go instead.”

“One area?”

“Yes, just one. The club has five sections, one of which we’re in now. The others include a pain-play station, which is where you’ll see lots of spanking, caning, and such; a Daddy area which features a playland; a set of playrooms for couples who preferprivacy; and last but not least, the space I want to take you. Do you want to try it?”

I could tell he was purposefully being secretive about the last area. A glance at Tucker made me chuckle. He was nodding his head so fast to signal me that he looked like he was on a pogo stick. Patrick was behind him, smile in place as he watched.

The Daddy area was a solid no for me. Other than that, I trusted him to not lead me too far astray from what I’d be comfortable with. Besides, how would we know if we didn’t at least try?

“Please lead the way, Sir.” The title came easier in this space. Club Deny’s energy gave me the confidence to be who I really wanted to be.

I was Wes’s submissive.

He was Sir.

It didn’t have to be more complicated than that.

Wes’s smile went wicked. He shifted closer, blocking Tucker and Pat from view completely. “If you call me that here, then I’m going to need a name to call you as well.”

Mindlessly, I reached up to scratch at his beard. “What would you call me? Can I not be Gerald?”

“You’ll always be Gerald. But here, in this space, you’ll also be… Precious.”

I gasped. “What did you say?”

“Do you remember me calling you that when you were sick?”

“No, I don’t. Why Precious?” Surely I’d recall something like that. I had chills all over from that single word.

He tilted his head forward so that our foreheads touched. “I called you precious because you are exactly that for me. You mean more to me than you could possibly know. I greatly treasure every minute I get with you.”

Tears threatened to fall at his words. They were so beautiful, so captivating. The only response I could think to give was to kiss him. I needed to in that exact minute.

He kissed me back firmly, his lip unyielding as he took control. Everything around us — the people, the music, our friends — disappeared in the shadow of his touch.

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