Page 2 of First Class Feelings

Some indiscernible amount of time passes before I hear them closing the door. The flight attendants begin their instructions about airline safety. I tune them out, far too familiar with them with all the trips I’ve taken for work in the last twenty years.

By the time we’re taxiing down the runaway toward liftoff, I’m dozing off. This flight might only be five hours long, but considering I was up half the night with worry, it’s no wonder I can’t keep my eyes open.

As discreetly as I can, I pull my teddy out and turn my back to the aisle. My thumb slips between my lips, giving me comfort as I slip into a Little state. It’s a dangerous thing to do on the flight, but I can’t resist it.

If I don’t do something to remain calm, then I’ll wind up having a panic attack. I’d rather not start my vacation that way.

“Night, teddy,” I mumble to the bear. He doesn’t talk back, of course, yet I could swear I hear a‘sweet dreams, little one’in reply to my words.

CHAPTER 2

Duval

I smile as I lean over the partition to take in the cutie beside me. I don’t think he realizes I’m here. Not even after I told him to have sweet dreams.

He must be so exhausted. His thumb sits perfectly between those luscious lips and his bear is squeezed tight to his chest. My heart pounds harder when I watch the smooth movement of his mouth sucking his thumb.

Could he be any more perfect?

All the Daddy instincts in me want to hover over him. They want to protect and claim him as our own. And I don’t even know his fucking name.

When I notice he doesn’t have a blanket or anything, I wave one of the attendants down. “Can you get me a blanket, Miss?”

“Of course, sir,” she replies in a cheerful voice. “One moment.”

I don’t watch her as she leaves. Even without looking, I know she’s probably put a bit more sway into her hips. There was a flirtatious glint in her eyes. It’s one I’m far too familiar with.

Sometimes I wish I had a sign above my head to tell people I’m not interested. It would need to say something like “Daddy seeking forever Little” in bright neon colors. Anything to get the message across to them.

Instead, I attract people like flies to honey. Not only am I classically handsome, a phrase my mother has said all my life, but I’m wealthy well beyond most twenty-something year olds. It’s what happens when you decide to focus on building your business while in college. It’s also a byproduct of having very little social life.

My brother decided to intervene last week by showing up at my place with a few friends in tow. They had a fucking banner and everything.

It’s something we’ve done for one another through the years when things get too out of pocket. Like when our cousin became so obsessed with Pokémon Go she got lost five days in a row, with the last time leading her into a stranger’s home. Or when our friend Davide started telling ‘yo mama’ jokes again like we were back in middle school.

An hour of talking with them led me to agree to two concessions: 1) I would take a vacation soon, and I wouldn’t answer any work calls; 2) I’d sign up to go to the local BDSM club in town.

While I’ve thought of going many times over the last few years since getting my business off the ground, there’s never enough time in the day to do so. I want to be able to focus on the full experience when I finally step inside those doors.

Despite my hesitation, fate seems to have presented me with an opportunity. What are the chances there’s a Little on my flight? And an older, silver fox at that?

He’s got the most gray around his temples with a few streaks spread about the rest. I’m more aroused at that shimmer than I have any right to be. Blame it on my love of older men. My mother’s obsession with ensuring me and my brother were well versed in every classic film out there means I watched a lot of black and white movies growing up.

I mean, a lot!

How could I not fall for older men with that type of childhood? Besides, I find guys my age can rarely handle the fact that I like to be Daddy in and out of the bedroom well. They don’t understand the desire, nor do they give it a chance.

I’ve had more dates turn into adventures in ghosting than I care to admit. Usually I have to resort to cyberstalking them a bit just to make sure they didn’t wind up dead in a ditch. The caregiver part of me struggles to let it go even when I know I’ve lost them.

“Here you go, sir.” The attendant returns with a folded blanket. “Please let me know if you need anything else.Anythingat all.”

My eyes remain on the folded fabric, careful not to make eye contact. Do not engage. Do not encourage.

Once she releases it to me, I wait for the sound of her footsteps to leave, then I lean over the partition and drape the blanket over both boy and bear. I’m careful not to touch him, lest I accidentally startle him awake. It would do him well to recover before we land.

I’ll watch over him and his special friend while the plane gets us to our destination. Then maybe, if I’m lucky, we can find some time to spend together during his stay too. If he were awake, I’d ask him about his hotel and how long he was planning to vacation.

Or maybe it’s not a vacation for him at all. He could live in Mexico and be on his way back home. There’s no way for me to know.

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