Page 42 of A Daddy to Love

“Sweetheart, do you want to watch?”

He buried his face in my vest. “I want to see all of it. But let’s go to the next one.”

Two men knelt before a throng of other men. They had signs around their necks that said, “Cum-dump.” They had their mouths open as at least a dozen guys jerked off over their heads or used their mouths.

“There are a lot of group scenes, here.”

Kairo took a heavy breath. “Did you ever do groups?”

“Hmm. Maybe we should have talked more before I brought you here.”

He scrunched up his face. “I know I’m a prude but I want to see and know about stuff.”

“I know.” It could be scary at first, but he was finding his way. I only hoped it might always lead back to me.

15

Kairo

My mind whirled, a dozen thoughts flying through it all at once. What did Truce do here? He had mentioned he played Dom, and earlier, when we’d first talked, he said he’d done everything. That meant he’d played sub scenes, too.

I couldn’t help but picture him on his knees, naked, being tied up and paddled or whipped, then taking stranger’s cocks in his hands and mouth. Daddy would be the furthest role from his mind.

What I wanted most, though, was to picture him as my daddy in charge.

He kept a protective arm around me, but what he couldn’t know right now was how aroused I was. My loose pants kept it from showing. As well as what I wore underneath as a surprise.

A part of me wanted to hurry and find a room. I wanted to feel a paddle for the first time. I wanted him to tie me up so even if I squirmed I had no control. It turned me on to think of him being in control. It made it so my brain felt safe to be wild and free if that made any sense. The little inside me craved to play while the adult longed for all the adult feelings without barriers with Daddy taking care of me through it all.

When I saw all the naked men for the first time for reals and not on a porny channel online I didn’t know what to feel.

Daddy leaned down. “Okay?”

“Yes. But let’s go.”

“Home?”

“No, to our own room.”

“It’s pretty busy. We might have to wait.” But as he spoke we moved further down the hall and passed a couple of closed-door rooms and then, way at the end, two empty ones.

I looked up, my hand slippery in his. “Daddy?”

“I’ve got you.” We headed toward one of them. “Door closed or open?”

I had originally thought door closed. Now I thought about Daddy being so popular and beautiful. If anyone came by to watch, surely they’d be staring at him, not me. Plus, I had no intention of being naked.

“I don’t know.”

“Then open for now?”

“Okay.”

My cock throbbed as we walked into the room. It was so clean that every surface gleamed. It smelled like a combination of incense and lemony cleanser. Daddy turned on the lights, which were in sconces around the room, the bulbs golden and low wattage. Shadows leaped onto the walls as if they’d been waiting for us. And the walls… wow. Lined with an array of implements from wood and leather paddles of all sizes to cat o’ nine tails (I’d found that name when I looked up BDSM) to scary whips and even canes which I already knew I would stay far away from. There were also chains and other things like clamps which I wasn’t sure about. Except for the ropes. The softer ones might feel okay around my wrists and ankles. I surveyed the St. Andrews Cross. Arms out, legs spread… yeah, maybe. But only for Daddy.

I walked straight to the cross, looking up at it.

Daddy said, “It’s adjustable. See? Arms there, legs there.” He showed me everything about it.