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Chapter 6
Baldor
I didn’t know what exactly drew me to Midgard tonight. Except the desire to continue a passive search for a new to the scene Little who would be mine full-time. Raia had opened my eyes a week ago when she shared how new Shelby had been, making me realize I’d been looking in the wrong place all along. Whoever my Little was, she would be a diamond in the rough and I would help mold her for me, as Thor had done with Raia. Following that thought were memories of Shelby from our night together. I hadn’t had time to fully absorb how well she responded to me as things at work had been hectic. I planned on sifting through my thoughts on her with a tumbler of Lagavulin in my hand.
Being successful and working from home was a hot button for many people, but my choice to do so had been born of necessity at the time. In public workspaces where you had in-house clients, I wasn’t taken seriously, but seen as the pretty guy. Frustrated with not making the progress and money I knew I could in the private sector, I went into business for myself.
There was a certain satisfaction that came with making money while wearing nothing but a pair of boxers. Having a Little at my feet playing while I made money would be even better. Not that I needed a 24/7 power exchange, hell at this point I would settle for a weekend Little. Nurturing and spoiling a Little was as comparable as the best sex.
I was making my way to the bar when an adorable schoolgirl, complete with pigtails, moved abruptly away from it. About to fall, I reached her before she crumbled to the floor, then looked about for her Daddy, but no one came forward and claimed her.
I was about to ask her who she was here with when she lifted her head and her visage froze. Damn, it was Shelby looking too sexy for her own good in that get-up. My cock hardened when my gaze traveled down to her cleavage. Her top was completely unbuttoned and tied just below her pert breasts. I felt an anger rise in me, seeing her here dressed like that and clearly unattended, a beacon for every Daddy wannabe out hunting for an inexperienced Little like her to play with. Not that I was judging, just angry she was dressed so provocatively and unchaperoned. It was a recipe for disaster.
She seemed about to speak, changed her mind, and hustled out of the bar. I watched the sway of her barely-there hips and her luscious ass as she retreated toward the back hallway where the playrooms were located.
An image of her sexy, stockinged thighs wrapped around another man with her cute Mary Jane’s locked behind his hips while he fucked her sent a wave of anger through me. An image of a random man’s hands tugging her ponytails until she submitted immediatey followed. Damn woman!
“She’s alone if you’re wondering.”
My head snapped around to find one of Raia’s friends, Imogen, addressing me.
“I’m sorry. What did you say?”
Imogen smirked in Shelby’s direction. “I said she’s alone, and in need of a Daddy, if you ask me.”
“I didn’t ask,” I replied stonily.
Imogen lost the smirk and swallowed nervously.
That’s right, brat. You should be nervous.
“My apologies, Master Baldor. I was, well, I just know she is here alone and in a bad way, Sir.”
Imogen scurried off, leaving me to contemplate her words. Ina bad way, how so?
Astrid walked out from the stockroom and, noticing me, waved me over to the quieter end of the bar close to the table marked for staff use only.
“Good evening, Master Baldor,” she acknowledged with a slight bow of her head. That was about as much differential acknowledgment one would get from a Domme like Astrid.
“Astrid,” I acknowledged.
“A Lagavulin?”
I nodded. Astrid poured a triple in a rock glass with cubes on the side. Just how I liked it. We stood in companionable silence while I took a swig, allowing the slow burn of the amber liquid to slide down my throat.
“Are you in for a few drinks or perhaps a partner to play with?”
I shot back the remaining contents of my scotch. “Do you know anything about the Little wearing the red schoolgirl outfit?”
“Only from seeing her here, but I spoke with her tonight. Don’t you already know her? Isn’t she the one you rescued from her nasty ex a week or so ago?”
I tapped the bar, and Astrid refilled my tumbler with three fingers’ width of Lagavulin. “Yes, I do, and yes, she is.”
“She has a stalker.”
“I’m aware, but isn’t he on the banned list for another few weeks at least?”
“He is, but this is a different stalker. She came here tonight because she is hiding from whoever this stalker is.”
