Page 30 of A Little Discovery

My new-found Uncle Eli spends the next hour or so giving me a full run-down of age play and what a Daddy can be to a little or middle or even a submissive partner, referred to as a boy or girl. A Daddy basically gets his purpose and pleasure from helping his partner in ways that allow them to give up control. Sometimesit involves taking over completely, while other times it is just in the bedroom. Sometimes, there is no sexual component to it at all.

“Do you mean like a sugar daddy?” I ask, trying to wrap my head around what he is saying.

“Sugar Daddies are part of it,” Eli explains. “There are many different ways a man can be a Daddy, but for your sake, I am only going to focus on the ones in the house. When you recover fully from the fall, we can go deeper into it all.”

Eli points out how he believes I am a little, which I can’t refute once he is done giving me examples. That floaty, carefree place I went to when Spencer was taking care of me earlier is something I want to experience more of, only on purpose next time. The fun and games side of me that has been peeking out really makes me want to explore a lot more. When he mentions sippy cups and swirly straws I can’t hide my excitement.

“We are going to have to get you a stuffie,” he says when I keep reacting to everything he mentions. “I don’t think we can afford to lose pillows from this couch. It’s ancient and needs as much padding as it can get.”

I giggle at the thought of hoarding all of the pillows until Eli starts a brief rundown of how everyone else in the house fits into things. He explains that he is technically a Sadist and a Dom, but he is very particular about who he plays with and when. Most of the people in the house and at the bar haven’t seen him in a scene yet. Then, in response to my confusion, he explains what a scene is and how it affects dynamics within relationships and play with others.

When I say I think I understand what he means, he continues in the house introductions. I really don’t understand most of it,but that is what the internet is for. Research is fun for me, and I retain information better in visual format.

He tells me Spencer is a Daddy looking for a little. Eli doesn’t go into too much detail, claiming that Spencer will want to explain it himself. That works for me. My being a little and the man I like being a Daddy looking for one seems like kismet, if I believed in that bippity boppity stuff.

“Jay is a Daddy, like Spencer, but more into thefunishmentsand looking for a brat. He wants someone who is going to push his buttons,” he says, breaking into my thoughts. The concept of purposely going against the rules makes me shiver. I guess it’s a good thing I don’t like Jay in that way.

Jace, the giant man, is a boy according to Eli. He is submissive but doesn’t do any kind of regression. I can totally see it from the little bit of interaction we had up here earlier. Eli tells me that it’s been hard on Jace to find a Daddy or Mommy because they take one look at him and assume he’s a Dom. I wrinkle my nose at that.

I want to find a way to help him find a Daddy. But he can’t have Spencer. He is gonna be MY Daddy.

“Scott is a switch and a Middle, meaning he regresses to older adolescence. Sometimes he is the Dominant partner, needing to be in control, but when his Middle is active, he is submissive.” Eli continues with his descriptions of everyone unaware that I’m having trouble focusing on anything beyond the man I want to be my very own Daddy.

“Toby and Shiloh, who you haven’t met… yet… again?” He shakes his head. “Anyway, they are into pet play, as a puppy and kitten respectively. They basically roleplay as their animals, but it’s more than that. They get into a headspace like you do when youregress to your little self, only they react like their animals would, not like a child.”

It’s all very confusing to me, but I can understand why people want to escape real life. I have been trying to get away from reality as far back as I can remember.

“And that, dear nephew, is the introduction to Kink Manor,” Eli says before launching a tickle attack.

“YOU FORGOT ABOUT ME!” Eric’s angry voice comes up from the bottom of the stairs.

Eli sits back up while I wipe the happy tears from my eyes. “And Eric, resident drama queen who has his nose in everybody else’s business when he isn’t up on stage as Miss Sassy Frass, the drag queen.”

The man in question stomps into the room from the stairs, makeup corrected and fully transformative, and plops himself onto the sofa between us.

“Now what’s this about a nephew?”

CHAPTER 21

SPENCER

Pulling up at the house after my visit with the judge and Mr. Grable, it looks like we have a packed house based on the cars parked along the drive. Inside the foyer, there are definitely more shoes than just for those of us living here. I’m pretty sure I recognize Avery’s favorite boots and Ash’s signature Skechers among the pairs lined up neatly to the side of the rack. The smile on my face is genuine as I put my bargain bin knock off shoes in my cubbie. It looks like Sunday night movies are on for the first time in a while. The lingering smell of popcorn as I open the door from the entryway confirms it.

The fact that there is no one to be found on the first two floors of the house isn’t surprising, considering our movie room is in the basement. Long before I moved in, someone had transformed the main room of the basement into a miniature theater, complete with projector. They even painted the walls dark shades of blue and purple and installed a kick-ass surround sound system. Unfortunately, they didn’t bother with proper seating before they moved out. We’ve been getting by with a few odds and ends thrown together, but some day it would be nice to finish fixing it up.

I race up the stairs to change out of my jeans and button-down shirt that smells suspiciously like horses, even though I was nowhere near the animals. Crossing my fingers behind my back, I knock on Lucky’s door before cracking it open. Seeing the room is empty, I sigh in relief. At least it looks like he’s letting himselfbe welcomed into the fold this time around. Pre-memory loss Lucky was paranoid and skittish and overly cautious about offending anyone. This Lucky seems to be more relieved at having his freedom than worrying about anything else.

Is it wrong that I don’t want him to get his memory back?

When I turn to pull the door shut, the sunlight reflects off the surface of the watch he was so excited for earlier. Considering how important it is to him, I decide to move it away from the edge of the nightstand so it won’t get damaged. Picking it up, I notice there’s an inscription on the back I didn’t see earlier:

To my Jo-meo,

You can ride more than horses with me.

Love,

Your Juliet

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