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“Perfect.” Daddy Finn leaned forward and kissed his lips gently. “I’m very proud of you. I know it’s scary, but all you have to do is trust Daddy and…” He looked at Jackson. “Bubbie.”
“Bubbie?” Michael asked. He glanced at Jackson. Bubbie. He liked that. Jackson was sort of like that annoying brother that was always trying to get him in trouble. Just one that Michael also wanted to fuck. Was that weird? Maybe. Did Michael care? No, he did not.
“Bubbie!” Jackson screeched. “Oh come on! Can’t I be—”
“You can sit there and be quiet or I can gag you,” Finn threatened.
Michael gasped. He did not want to be gagged but Jackson—yeah, he could totally see that.
“You’re not fucking gagging me!” Jackson argued.
Finn sighed. Then focused back on Michael. “Get your chest and meet me in the front bedroom, please.”
Michael rose from the couch. He shuffled his feet until he was standing next to Jackson’s chair. He was barely taller than Jackson sitting down. Looking at Jackson, he offered a smile.
“Don’t you want me to play with you?” Jackson asked him. “Remember we talked about giving you a little day and I said that I’d play blocks or whatever.”
They had talked about that. Michael did get to play with his friends in the club though, so he knew he liked that. He wanted to try some alone time with him and his men just with him being little. “Then you shouldn’t try to run away! Bad bubbie!”
“That’s right, little bit,” Finn praised. “Bubbie was bad and has to be punished.” He gently urged Michael with a hand on his lower back. “Go ahead. I’ll be right there.”
“Finn!” Jackson shouted as Michael hurried to pick up his chest. It was getting heavier as he had finally collected a good amount of little items.
Being little was still newer to Michael. He knew that he enjoyed regressing because then he didn’t have to worry about the things that kept him up at night. Were his brothers happy and healthy? Would they still be able to afford rent for a month a year from now? Or food? Was Finn ever going to be his Daddy? Would Jackson not come home after a job? All those worries whirled around in his brain when he settled for the night. He didn’t have to think about any of that though. Not for the day. Michael was finally getting his little day!
He passed Finn helping Jackson drink more water before Michael made his way to the first bedroom. Michael should probably feel worse about leaving Jackson tied up in the living room but really bubbie had brought it on himself. He’d been going to leave Michael without even saying goodbye! Not nice at all.
It hurt, but Michael knew that Jackson had childhood trauma. Didn’t they all though? Michael’s own issues were often front and center. That didn’t mean that Jackson could go on hurting them and himself. Jackson might love Michael and Finn, but he obviously did not love himself.
Michael vowed that he would help Jackson work on that.
Pushing open the bedroom door, Michael had to stop and admire the room. He didn’t know who this cabin belonged to except that it was a friend of Master Finn’s, but the care put into the place was amazing.
The large bedroom was filled with a huge bed made from thick, gleaming wood. The furniture matched the solid bedframe. The décor was minimalistic, but Michael liked how the space came together.
“Pretty, isn’t it?” Finn stepped up behind Michael.
“I like it,” Michael admitted.
Finn took the chest from him. “Several of my old buddies have PTSD and this is a great getaway. That doesn’t mean they don’t enjoy their comforts though. There’s a large Jacuzzi tub that will be perfect to give my baby a bubble bath later.”
“Really?” Excitement coursed through him. That wasn’t something that they’d done before.
“I made sure bubbles were on the list of supplies that I requested.” Finn motioned Michael forward.
Michael skipped farther into the room. “Awesome!”
Finn followed him and placed the chest on the bed.
“Is it a big group that comes here?” Michael asked. He really hoped that they could come again. As long as everything worked out. It wasn’t far from town, and they could have their own getaway.
“Not too many. We could come back pretty much when you want. If someone else needed it, we would just head back to town. Some of the other guys have to drive or fly in.”
Jumping onto the high bed, Michael bounced a little on his bottom. “If you need me to help stock it for your friends or even clean up, just let me know.” It was the least he could do to be able to enjoy the peace and quiet out there. To have a private place to indulge.
“Thank you, baby. We have a cleaning service that comes in, but I will absolutely take you up on helping me stock up for one of the guys.”
“Cool.”
