Page 6 of Hush, Little Baby

Constantine leans forward, eyes bright. He exhales a quick breath of anticipation. “Send your prayers out, Niko. Maybe tonight is the night.”

I step onto the damp pavement first, the soles of my boots skirting puddles that shimmer with neon reflections, then assess the plain entrance, eyes drawn to the single red LED above the door, pulsing like a heartbeat.

Behind me, Constantine adjusts his coat, his shoulders rolling into an easy shrug as he follows. Alex waits until we’ve crossed the threshold before pulling away, the engine’s hum fading into the night.

Inside, the reception room is deceptively simple with polished black tile underfoot, walls painted a charcoal gray, and a low desk of brushed steel. At the desk, a blonde woman in a glossy black spandex bodysuit smiles up at us, her hair catching the overhead light like spun gold.

“Hello, handsomes! I don’t believe I’ve seen you two here before,” she purrs, her voice velvet-soft as her gaze slides over my frame, then drifts to Constantine. She leans forward, revealing the curve of her collarbone.

I force a polite smile. Women don’t do much for me—but her confidence, the sleek contour of her suit, is… well, impressive, even if it’s not what I’m looking for.

“We’re visiting,” I reply, my tone smooth enough to snap her focus back to professionalism. She straightens, fingertips dancing across a touchscreen.

“Of course,” she says, bright as polished chrome. “Welcome. First visit is free, then we offer various membership options. Just fill out this form, and you’ll be good to go.”

“Lovely,” Constantine answers, sliding into his natural charm. He leans against the desk, easy and unhurried, like he owns the place.

The blonde’s fingers flick across the screen, pulling up liability waivers and privacy clauses. She turns it toward us. Constantine skims the text, then signs with a flourish. While he works, I let my gaze roam. There’s a plush velvet sofa in one corner and a rack of wigs and masks against the far wall.

“Give it ten minutes,” Constantine murmurs under his breath, catching my glance. “You haven’t even looked yet.”

“I am looking,” I counter, though he’s right—I’m judging.

I sign my name, then nod at the woman. She pivots the screen back, checks our signatures, and smiles. “Perfect. You’re all set. Everything’s open tonight. Anything specific you’re after?”

I clear my throat. “Do you have a space or room for age play?”

Her brow lifts, and for a moment she seems to hesitate. “Uhm… yes, we do.”

Strange. Her hesitation hangs in the air like a question.

“And where is that?”

“It’s the first door past the dungeon, down the left hallway,” she says, still sounding uncertain.

Constantine arches an eyebrow. “I’d hope someone working at a kink club doesn’t kink-shame,” he teases gently, picking up on the weird tension.

She flushes, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “Oh, no—no, not at all! I’m so sorry. I was just wondering if my friend was still in there.” She forces a bright laugh. “You’ll love it, though.”

I nod once. “Thank you for the directions.”

She watches us turn away, cheeks still rose-tinted. “Enjoy your time,” she murmurs.

Beyond the desk, the lounge stretches out under low, red-hued lamps. Leather armchairs ring a low table strewn with novelty items. Behind us, muffled music pulses. I can feel dozens of eyes on us—curious, appraising.

Constantine falls in step beside me. “That was weird,” he says quietly. “But straight there, or do you want to explore?”

“Straight to it,” I reply, my voice firm.

He hums in agreement. “Thought so.”

We pass an open double door where guests circle around a scene of suspension bondage. Soft groans and the faint rustle of rope fill the air. I glance in but keep moving.

It’s not that bondage doesn’t interest me, because it does. But I don’t want an experienced rope bunny or masochist. I want an innocent, sweet baby boy who’ll cry so prettily for me as I tie him up and push a pacifier gag between his trembling lips. He’d be so unsure and nervous, maybe even a little scared…

Fuck.

I reach down and adjust my hardening cock while reminding myself it’s unlikely I’ll find the perfect boy for my fantasies here today.