Page 1 of Slippery When Wet

Chapter One

Ellery glanced around the noisy, dark club, wondering if he’d made a mistake. His friend Reese was a Little and this was age play night at Thrust. He’d been to a few BDSM bars and clubs around the city, had participated in his share of scenes—some fun, others not so much—but he’d never considered age play before. At least, not until Reese had suggested he give it a try. According to Reese, the type of Dom Ellery was yearning for was more like what a Daddy would be.

Ellery paused at the entrance to the main bar and dance area, searching for his friend in the crowd. If Reese wasn’t so damn happy with his Daddy and Ellery wasn’t so damn frustrated with the Doms he’d played with, he doubted he would’ve set foot in the place at all. Reese had explained that calling his Dom ‘Daddy’ while being flogged or fucked wasn’t quite the same as being with a Daddy while Little.

Someone smacked him on the back, and he whirled around to yell at them.

Reese.

Ellery frowned at his buddy who was grinning like a lunatic. “What was that for?” Even though he wasn’t anywhere close to being in pain, Ellery rubbed his shoulder as if he were suffering from a horrible injury. “What if I find a hot Daddy who wants a scene and I’m all bruised?”

“Bahahahaha! You’re such a dork.”

Reese raised his hand as if to smack him again and Ellery veered out of reach. His friend had an inordinate amount of energy, and he could see why the guy needed a Daddy to keep him in line.

Ellery drew his eyebrows together. Didheneed to be kept in line? Would he be good Little material for a Daddy? Would being a Daddy’s boy trip his trigger? He hadn’t been able to stop those questions from whirling around in his mind ever since he’d agreed to Reese’s plan.

He sighed. If finding a Daddy didn’t work, he might have to relegate himself to the vanilla life. He loved certain things about kink—needed them—but a lot of the other play aspects of BDSM didn’t do it for him.

Reese stopped laughing and regarded him with a furrowed brow. “Hey, what’s wrong? I was just joking.”

Ellery shrugged. “I’m having those doubts again.”

They had shared many a conversation about Ellery’s kink dilemma. At last, Ellery had decided it was time to check out the Daddy pickings on an age play night and resolved he was for sure going to give it a try. But now that he’d finally taken the leap? He was frantically trying to keep his pounding heart from climbing into his throat. Maybe he should’ve gone home after work and forgotten about the whole stupid idea.

This time, Reese laid a gentle hand on his arm and guided him back to the lobby area of what had once been an old disco—but had since been re-imagined as a palace of kink. Ellery sensed a pep talk coming on. He also figured Reese didn’t want to yell his speech so it could be heard over the dance music and overall racket filling the enormous building.

“El, you’re already here. You look amazing, and it’s a busy night, so there’s an excellent chance you’ll get a bite. I’ll be able to fill you in on who’s available so you can see if anyone does it for you.” Reese patted his back. “We’ve been over this again and again. You’re not happy with bondage, impact play, medical play, domestic discipline and blah, blah, blah. You like spanking and cock cages, which is awesome. It just so happens that a lot of Daddies are into those things as well.” Reese shook a finger at him. “But more importantly, you said youneeda strict but gentle Dom, someone who wants to take care of and watch out for you. That’s such a Daddy thing. You were meant for this.”

“You know what my hesitation is, dude.”

Ellery had already seen quite a few Littles dressed in onesies or pretty dresses, and he’d even spotted a few wearing nothing but a diaper and a pacifier on a lanyard around their necks. He still wasn’t sure he could take things that far, even if the idea had begun to take hold.

However, a genuine Daddy into age play wouldn’t be interested in him if he didn’t want to play like that. He’d already disappointed half the Doms in New York. Why add Daddies to the list? He didn’t need to bethatbig of a loser.

His red-haired, petite, cutie-pie friend dragged his fingers through his mop of curls then sighed. He crossed his arms as he gazed up at Ellery. Reese hadn’t gone to the dressing rooms, so Ellery had no idea what he would be wearing as a Little, or if he’d change out of his street clothes at all.

Reese had told him what he typically wore when he was with his Daddy, but maybe it wasn’t the same when they were at the club. Especially since this was a boy’s night out. Reese’s Daddy had given him permission to go alone to the club with Ellery, but Ellery doubted he’d want his boy showing himself off.

“Okay, I tell you what. Let’s go back to the host station and let them know you want to change out your green bracelet for a red one. Maybe if the pressure’s off, and you know you won’t be approached to play, you can relax. We’ll just hang out and take in the scenery. I’ll give you the Daddy low-down, and when you’re ready, we’ll come back another time for the real deal.”

Ellery’s shoulders dropped. When had he become such a pain in the ass? Why was he questioning every damn thing about age play? After all, he’d felt awkward and out of place when he’d first worn fetish gear. Now he didn’t give it a second thought. Even though he’d never been as excited about dressing the part like the other boys were, he didn’t mind it.

“I’m sorry I’m being this way. I don’t know what my problem is.”

Reese jerked his head toward the reception area. “Come on. Let’s get you a red bracelet. Then we can go inside and enjoy ourselves. Ogle hot men and dance. Plus, a red bracelet means you can drink with me. Bonus!”

Ellery frowned. “Your Daddy lets you drink when he’s not around?”

Reese batted his eyelashes. “I won’t tell if you won’t.”

Ellery covered his eyes with one hand. He didn’t want to get blamed for Reese’s bad behavior. “If you get caught, it wasn’t my idea.”

Reese grinned and waggled his eyebrows. “Maybe Iwantto get caught.”

Ellery groaned. “Great. He’ll never let you hang out with me again.”

“Oh, don’t worry.” Reese patted Ellery’s shoulder. “Thatwon’t be the punishment.”

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