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Chapter 2
Baldor
Shelby was tiny but, man, what an ass! I watched her walk away from the bar, admiring the swing of her barely-there hips, and that succulent tush that just begged to be spanked. She was tiny, everywhere, except for in the ass area, which was nicely padded, and I wondered what it would be like to squeeze those fleshy cheeks.
Years of practice had me sizing her up in no time. She was built more like a tomboy, and I guessed she wore a 32B cup. She was slender and reminded me more of the young teen she was dressed as than an actual woman, except for that ass, one of the finest I’d ever seen. When she was out of sight, I turned my attention to Raia to find she was watching me. Raia offered me a gentle smile, the woman was all smooth sexy curves, the complete opposite of Shelby, neither of which was my type. Imogen had returned from escorting Shelby but was busy taking an order, leaving me with my friend’s wife.
Or soon to be. Not long after we helped rescue her from a stalker, Raia had moved in with the club’s front runner, Erik Christensen, known here as Master Thor. After our college days, Erik had created the idea for the three BDSM clubs we owned as a group that included our band of brothers. Midgard was an entry-level club where Raia had applied for work. According to Erik, he’d fallen for her the moment he saw her. Raia had admitted that when she heard the name Thor, she’d broken out in peals of laughter but once she saw my overly built friend, fell for him, hard.
“Thor had a meeting with Rafe and Astrid?”
“He did,” she confirmed, “they are going over some potential new club policies that he will propose to the rest of you once he has a plan in place.”
“He knows we’ll agree, so he may as well just go ahead and do it.”
“That may be true of you”—she smiled—“as you’re pretty easy-going, but that won’t fly with Odin or Loki. They like to at least pretend they have the majority control,” she said, laughing softly.
Raia was right. Odin was our leader, always had been, and Loki, well, he had his own dynamic that none of us fully understood.
“Why are you here? This isn’t your usual playground.”
Good question. Dare I share with Raia my feelings of late? My desire to find my Little and put an end to being single for good?
“Valhalla’s membership hasn’t grown with new Littles in quite some time. I’ve scened with everyone I’ve wanted, and I guess I’m just bored and looking for something new.”
Raia refilled my Lagavulin, and I took a long sip while she eyed me speculatively.
“Do you mean you’re bored with the Littles who come to Valhalla, or with the DD/lg scene at the clubs?”
Hmm, how to summarize my heart’s desire into a simple statement…
“I’m at that place in my life where I’m wondering what else is there? I’ve had no shortage of partners, as you know, and played almost exclusively with the twins last year, but even that became tiresome. It isn’t real, Raia. What you and Erik have, that is real.”
“Tell me about it.” She rubbed her ass meaningfully. “It started as learning, as you know. I was very new to the lifestyle, and I think Erik saw me as someone he could mold into the submissive he saw inside me, one I didn’t even know was there.”
I nodded and took a swig of my drink.
“Exactly, I think I’m envious of that journey he got to have, still has with you. The women I play with are experienced Littles. I’ve been looking in the wrong place. I need a Little I can help mold and make my own instead of looking for the perfect one to already exist. Thank you, Raia, you have been an enormous help.”
Her smile grew, spreading across her face like the sun outshining the darkness. She really did have quite a spirit about her, something Erik had commented on more than once. She was the light to his darkness, the yin to his yang. I saw now what he was talking about.
“I don’t know about that, but glad I provided something that helped to clarify. You’re right in saying there is a much larger chance of them being at Midgard and not Valhalla. I’ll keep my eyes open for someone who may fit your needs.” She was speaking to me, but her eyes were gazing at the turn in the hallway where pretty Shelby with the perfect ass had disappeared.
“Don’t get any ideas, Raia. Shelby doesn’t give off the toddler vibe I’m looking for. Isn’t she in the Middles’ room right now?”
Raia’s eyes moved back to mine. “What I know about her is very limited. She’s pretty new to the lifestyle and identifies with the Middles but other than that fact, I know nothing about her, and maybe, just maybe, it’s worth you finding out? Why not give her a chance? She could have someone buried inside who needs you and your particular brand of Daddy.”
I was about to tell her what a stupid idea I thought that was when one of the dungeon masters hustled over to the bar.
“There is an issue in the private rooms, the Middles’ room, to be exact.”
Raia and I exchanged glances, and I read the meaning in her eyes.
“I will take care of it.” Standing, I quickly strode off toward the Middles’ room. When I arrived, it was to find some guy with his hand on the back of Shelby’s hoodie. He wasn’t hurting her, but her eyes told me she was terrified.
“Take your hands off her at once!” I barked in my most commanding voice. The guy paled a bit but didn’t let go. Rage boiled up inside of me. How dare he accost her, or any woman?
“You are violating the rules of this area and this club, and unless you want to be banned for a lifetime, you will let go of her immediately!”
