Page 21 of Kiren

I looked at Max. “Do you have a Christmas party planned this year?”

“Not this year. It’s just you and me, baby.”

“The lights are bright. It’s not a scary place at all.”

“The lights can be dimmed.” He winked at me. “There’s a full bath through here.” He gestured toward a wide door. “The shower fits four. The tub is a little jacuzzi.”

The place had to have cost a fortune. I hadn’t realized how well my parents paid him. Or maybe he had his own money, or his own rich parents.

Everything was very clean, like new. I noticed more shelves by the baby stuff that held books and games. My daddy liked to play, that was for sure.

“Do you play in groups?”

“Not when I have a boy. I like to be with one person. I will watch, though.”

“So, all this stuff is for others?” I asked.

“Not really. As I said, I like to watch. I bought it for selfish reasons. And a couple of my boys in the past liked bondage.”

“I know I like the baby stuff,” I said softly.

“I thought you might. Look around at your heart’s content.”

I left the changing table area and went straight to the log cabin. I opened the door and had to bend down to walk in. It was one small room furnished with a little couch, a bean bag chair, and a low table. There were board games stacked in one corner. Another corner held a toybox filled with animal stuffies. A mini-fridge sat in another corner with a sign over it that read:The Juice Box.

There was a little window by the door with checked curtains. I drew them back and stuck my head out.

“This is so great!”

Max smiled. “Glad you like it.”

“Everything is so clean.”

“I do have a kinky housekeeper who comes by about once a week. He’s not fazed by any of it and is great at his job. Don’t worry; he’s married.”

“This must cost a lot.”

“It did. But I had the money from a trust from my mom’s parents. This is where I spent a lot of it.”

That answered the question of money, not that it was any of my business. I had rich parents and certainly didn’t like people questioning me about my money regarding them. People find out you have a rich relative, and they often start hinting about charities they own or know about, and the bolder ones want a loan right away. They failed to understand that the money isn’t mine, it belongs to my parents. Just because I’m their son, it’s not like I have access to their accounts.

I came out of the log cabin and went straight to the slide.

Beneath my feet were wooden floors with fluffy rugs scattered about. The room could have been cold and echoey. Instead, it had a coziness to it. Even the spanking bench sat on a red, round, fluffy rug.

Max put his hand at the top of the slide. “Would you like to try?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

I climbed the little ladder, then got myself situated, legs in front. I let go. It was a short but fun trip. I laughed out loud and ran to the merry-go-round. Everything was made to hold adult weight. I jumped on and Max spun it. Pure freedom.

It was still hard for me to let go all the way, let my little self fully out to run and jump and play, but Max made me feel safe. Those moments would come. I knew it.

“Will you get on with me, Daddy?”

Max slowed the spin and stepped up behind me, his hands on my shoulders. Then he used his foot to spin us.

I leaned back against his warm chest, a surge of happiness passing through my entire body. It had been a long time for me to feel that. A long, long time.

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