Kylie stopped by the door and looked back.
“Come on, Kylie.” Martin guided her out the door. “You stay close to me.”
Close to me. Why did his word choice piss me off?
The newest attractionin Las Vegas,The Sphere,was a marvel. It was shaped exactly as the name implied. The projection outside was a constant cluster of pixels, forming images that shifted endlessly across the domed surface. It was currently showing images of the Quadrangle, for our benefit, no doubt. A nice touch to make us feel welcome.
The whole outing was actually Rayna’s idea.
When she expressed interest in seeing the show, Kyler knew she’d want to be in the middle of the action and he wasn’t quite ready for that, but renting out the whole place for the four of them and a security team wouldn’t quite capture the magic the audience adds to the show. I had seen it and suggested we incorporate it in the littles’ night. The venue was more than accommodating, especially when you had a guaranteed sold-out show. Especially when Kyler Grant asked.
I couldn’t wait to see the littles faces when they experienced it.
It would be much like Kylie's face right now as the hologram of the Wizard of Oz projected into the air in the building lobby. He looked almost real, as if he could reach down and grab you.
Her face lit up as she fidgeted, a nervous energy transformed into giddy excitement. Her pretty blue eyes swept across the ceiling, trying to take it all in.
Other grown men who I was sure didn’t identify as little were equally astonished, but I knew they would refocus and do their jobs. With Kylie, I wasn’t so sure.
She flinched when the witch virtually flew by.
The group proceeded through the rest of the venue, the head of The Sphere security pointing out areas and guiding us on the same path the guests in our group would arrive.
I walked over to Kylie. “Pretty amazing, right?”
“Oh, my goodness.” Her voice came out high-pitched. She stopped and took a quick exhale. “It really is impressive.”
“Yeah, Rayna and Tinley will enjoy it.”
“What little wouldn’t?”
“What about your little?”
She looked around us, but the team had moved into another part of the venue.
“I don’t think we should talk about that.” She turned away from the small stage that hosted the lobby performance. “Not here.”
She shuffled away from me in the direction of the group.
“Kylie, wait.”
She stopped and then spun and walked back to me. Her eyes were dark and glaring. She had her small hands balled up into a fist.
“If you think I can’t do my job because suddenly my little is going to rush out of me and start giggling and clapping her hands, you’re wrong.” She clapped her hands for emphasis. “I am not that kind of little.”
“I didn’t say you?—”
“I’m not a little at all.”
“Kylie—”
“Or you are waiting for her to come out so you can make a fool of me.” She interrupted me again. Her features tightened into a frustrated scowl. Her ears turned red. I had to restrain myself from reaching out and touching her.
“I participate in age play every once in a while, but I’m not a little?—”
“Kylie.” My Dom voice shut her up.
Guiding her away from curious eyes and ears, I tamped down the urge to put her over my knee and spank her, even though she desperately needed it.
