Page 18 of First Class Feelings

When his eyes open back up, there's heat in his gaze. It's like he's come alive with that single word.

“Little one,” he growls softly.

It's not scary. In fact, it’s more arousing than anything.

“Saying that word means something. Are you sure that's what you want with me? If it's too soon, I understand.”

I push a finger to his lips with my free hand and shake my head. "Silly Daddy.”

He pulls back enough to nibble at my finger. I giggle since it kind of tickles.

“Well then, Daddy and his little one need to get ready for the beach. We have a party to attend and more places to explore. We should also consider canceling your room. I hate that you’re paying for a space we’re not using.”

“Yes, please. I wanna stay.”

I confess to him I didn't have an itinerary for this trip and it’s more just to get away from work. He declares that he'll be in charge.

After I put on some board shorts and a baggy t-shirt, I meet him at the front door. He's wearing shorter shorts than what I’m used to seeing on men. They highlight the muscles in his thighs, leaving me hypnotized.

I also notice that he’s packing something in those shorts that I'm eager to explore, Little me and big me alike.

He has on one of those tanks with no sleeves, so I'm able to see his arm definition as well. It's all a sexy picture, quite honestly. I think I might get addicted to watching him when he's like this.

Before, he had on a suit, and then he wore something slightly less formal but still not as casual as this. I’m realizing I like every version of him.

“Let's go before I decide we should just stay here,” he says.

There’s a car waiting for us when we get downstairs. Daddy gives them the address and soon we're off.

It's not a far drive to get there. A few minutes or so. However, there is a long driveway that gives me my first sense of worry.

Where the heck are we?

When we pull around, there are several cars parked in front of a gigantic home. I would dare say it's almost a mansion, really, with how big this place looks. I can't even see it all from where we are.

A giant fountain in the front splashes water everywhere. The stonework is beautiful and colorful. Everything is welcoming.

I don't get any ominous murder vibes from this place.

We're greeted by a man in a security uniform at the front door. He doesn't ask for our names, instead, he eyes us up and down, noting the way that Daddy is holding my hip, and I lean into him.

He watches us for a minute before he nods and lets us through. I see him touch his earpiece as well, and I wonder just who's watching the people at the door to know who is allowed here and who is not.

Was the guy reading a book yesterday some kind of secret superhero?

When we move past him, there's another person waiting inside, this time a woman in a one-piece swimsuit and heels.She hands us both bracelets in the color red that we slip on, then she motions for us to follow without saying a word.

Part of me appreciates how she can get her point across without saying anything. Another part of me hates it because I'm still not sure what the hell is going on.

It's not until we go onto the back deck of the home that I piece it all together.

It’s everything I could have ever wanted for a party for my Little side if I had endless space and tons of friends. There's an inflatable water slide and water guns everywhere. I see a waterballoon fight happening in the distance. There’s even a path down to what looks like a private beach where people are playing with sand. More people are out in the water. A group of Littles is riding floats shaped like different animals in the pool. There are men who are obviously Daddies of varying ages spread out, eating and talking.

Daddy turns to me, a smirk on his face. “Looks like we’ve found our people.”

I laugh despite the nerves I still feel.

Something about being with him calms me.

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