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But before I even have a chance to reassure my friend, the pair of us realize that the Daddy in question is walking right up to us.
“OMG, Davey,” I whisper under my breath. “You said he was hot. But this isridiculous.”
“Wowzers,” Davey giggles, shooting me a quick look of approval.
“Davey,” the man says, his tall frame and square jawed looks making him look like a Hollywood icon from yesteryear. “Charles. It’s a pleasure to meet you in person.”
“Yay! I mean,um, yeah, you too,” Davey replies, his cheeks turning crimson red. “This is my friend, William.”
“And it’s a pleasure to meet you too,” Charles says, his smooth voice and devilishly handsome eyes meeting mine. “Would you both like a drink?”
I give Davey a quick look and it’s clear from his expression that he is more than happy to go this one alone. Charles is all Daddy, but he’s got a safe energy to him too. He might be more than capable of dishing out a spanking, but he’s got the kind of trustworthy energy and calm demeanor that any boy would be happy with.
“I’m good, but thanks for the offer,” I say, making my excuses. “I’m just going to grab a mineral water from the bar and probably head off. If that’s cool, Davey?”
“Yeah, all good,” Davey says, smiling as he takes Charles’ hand.
“Text me later,” I say, smiling.
And with that, Davey and Charles bid farewell and head towards a cozy booth over on the other side of the club’s main room.
Damn. Davey might just have found him.
He deserves it.
Ah, maybe me too one day…
I let out a little sigh and walk toward the bar area behind me. I’ll head home in a minute, but the idea of a non-alcoholic cocktail right now is appealing. I’m not a big drinker but the thought of a fresh and zesty drink with some ice and a nice little decoration is just what I need.
Fortunately for me, the bar is empty and I get served right away.
As I sip my drink, I take a look around and watch as Littles zoom around together, some of them already well on the way toward the kind of behavior that will no doubt see them having their asses set alight by some more than willing Daddies come midnight.
Part of me wishes I could be that kind of person. But letting go and acting all wild have never be my thing and I’m actually okay with that. I want a Daddy who shares my interests, who won’t try and make me be someone I’m not.
But I can’t deny that sometimes, and right now is one of those times, I can really see the appeal of living a totally carefree and out of control life…
“Vodka. Make it a double. Ice,” the voice comes from behind me.
The hint of a Russian accent immediately sends a shiver of electricity over my body. I don’t know why, but there’s something about the emphasis onice, and the direct delivery that piques my interests.
I turn around and see him.
He’s older than me, maybe in his late thirties. Black hair, with one or two slithers of white in there for good measure. His facial hair is black, neat, and brings out his cheekbones and full lips too.
And when his dark eyes flash over toward me, I look away just about as quickly as I possibly can. But it’s too late…
“Yes?” the man asks. “There’s something you find interesting about my order?”
I don’t know what to say. I try to fumble out a response but each and every word in my vocabulary seems to desert me in that moment. Instead, I simply drop my eyes and try my best to stop my ears from burning red.
“A shy boy,huh?” the man continues, stepping closer to me. “A shy boy with an interesting drink…”
“It’s non-alcoholic,” I say, unsure why I feel the need to point that out. “I drink sometimes. Just not a lot. I don’t feel like I should have to. I mean, I don’t need to drink to have a good time.”
“Right,” the man answers. “Now I know.”
There’s something about this man. He’s a total stranger, but it feels like he’s looking directly into my soul. His eyes are magnetic, dangerous, and his whole aura is of someone who is very much the master of his domain, whatever that might be.
