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“It takes a great deal of patience and skill to get your sub into the headspace they seek, but it takes even more for a proper Dom or Mistress to know not only how to get their sub there safely but to also know their sub’s limits. The extensive agreements and contracts they’ve signed before they engaged in any activity assures that. You never want to go into play with an inexperienced leader. As the sub comes out of the subspace they will be in mentally and physically, the Dom must be prepared to ease them through this transition. Water is first and foremost, usually sugar as well and cuddling. They need to be held as they come down from this euphoric high, having reached the apex mentally and physically of what they can endure. For many, this is their therapy, for others a way to relax and while I don't necessarily engage in more than using a flogger or spanking one of my boys, it’s been nothing more than a form of foreplay and at times punishment, but not living the BDSM lifestyle necessarily.”
“I never in a million years imagined you knew this much. You never cease to amaze me, my friend,” Mitchell said. I breathed a sigh of relief filled with a hint of fear of the outcome the speech may have brought.
Friend. I'd been friend-zoned long enough. It was time to show Mitchell what I wanted. I slid my arm around his waist and drew him close then whispered, “What if I told you I want to be more than your friend?” Stunned was how I left him as I walked away and continued down the hall. Eventually he followed, though I knew his mind was spinning like a tornado. “There are spaces for bathtub and shower scenes. At this particular club they allow others to engage in not only hetero performances, but gay, lesbian, and trans as well. There are no sexual boundaries here, it's an all-inclusive club. If it wasn't, I wouldn't bother paying the exorbitant membership fee. While I might not partake in those of the opposite sex, I'm not bothered by seeing it either and if anyone in here is they're not invited to return.”
We continued down the hall which basically led us in a complete circle from the entertainment area we'd first walked into, through the lounge area where food and beverages were served. “This is an alcohol-free venue.”
“That makes complete sense. You definitely don't need somebody wielding a weapon after consuming alcohol,” Mitchell replied.
“Yes, especially considering those toys are not meant to be used as weapons because they can cause harm when not properly used. But the Doms know exactly where to strike, how often and when to stop,” I assured him.
Mitchell sighed in relief. “Thank the gods for that.”
I stopped just before we reached the room I knew we’d find Henry in. “This is the Littles’ room and I believe on the other side of that door awaits the one you want. The one we want and hopefully if we play our cards right, we'll get the chance to see if we're a match. As a triad. I've waited a long time to tell you how I feel and while this isn’t the time or the place to profess my love for you, I do need you to take that into consideration.” Mitchell’s eyes widened and his mouth fell open. Not the exact response I’d hoped for, but he wasn’t freaking out. “An in-depth conversation awaits us when we leave tonight and honestly it is one I should have had with you long ago. Back to what awaits us inside. In that room you will see ageplay, other Littles playing with each other, Daddies with their boys, and there will likely be a few getting rubbies from their Daddies on the changing tables.”
“Rubbies?” Mitchell questioned.
“For some Littles, wearing diapers or training pants get them excited, if you will, and they want Daddy to rub it and make it go back down so their diapers fit more comfortably,” I explained, leaving him to fill in the references I’d skated over.
“Oh. Ohhh,” Mitchell strung out the word when the answer came to him. “Rubbies. Good to know.”
“Why don't you wander over to that window and take a peek inside and tell me if you see him,” I suggested.
Wordlessly, Mitchell nodded, took the five steps required to reach the window and glanced back at me. He then turned to face the inside. I came up behind him, placed my hands on his waist and pulled his back against my front. “Look to your left, I believe he's over there playing cars with a friend.”
Mitchell gasped and whispered, “Henry.”
Chapter 10
Have you ever felt like you were being watched? Heard your name ghost through a room as a whisper? Or was I just losing my mind and the sleepless nights and long boring days had gotten to me? I shrugged it off, already struggling to get into Little space. The new friend who’d played with me for all of five minutes grew bored and skipped across the room toward his Daddy who waited patiently for him with a juice box in hand. I’d resigned to the fact that I'd likely never have what they had. A Daddy for myself.
Thirsty, I got up to head over to the fridge when the door opened and closed. I looked over to see who was coming, thinking maybe it was one of my other friends who'd wanna color with me, when I recognized the two men standing there staring at me. Was it possible they were here for me or were they looking for another Little to play with? Ugh, that would break my heart and I'd never come back. I wanted them to be mine and nobody else’s. With a fierce determination, I squared my shoulders and stomped over, and they grinned as I neared which turned my frown upside down.
“Daddies!” I excitedly screamed. “Daddies come to play with Henry?”
Jensen smirked at Mitchell and winked. “What do you think, Daddy?” he asked Mitchell, whose eyes never left mine.
“What would Henry like to do?” Mitchell asked. His smile nearly knocked me on my padded butt.
“Henry wants to color. Will Daddies color with me?” I asked, filled with hope as I waited. A moment later, they held their hands out for me to take. Threading my fingers through theirs, I skipped over to the coloring area. I had a Daddy to play with—not just one, but two, and I thought they were here to see me. At least, that's what I was telling myself. This was the happiest I'd been in a long time, if ever.
But what if the Daddies were in love and forgot about me?
“Hey, little man,” Jensen said, “why are you frowning? Did you want to do something else?”
I shook my head to clear it, determined not to ruin this. “No, I just had a really sad thought I wanna make go away, so let's color.” Thinking it may have been the only time they played with me, I wanted to enjoy it.
“Okay, Henry,” Jensen said, taking the lead. I knew he'd be a natural Daddy from our initial meeting. He seemed like a take charge kind of guy. “Which book do you want to color in? There's one with animals, one with cars, and one with unicorns. I see you've got a cute little unicorn in your hand, what's his name?”
“This is Merlin ‘cause he's magical. He's my friend and keeps Henry safe and warm at night,” I shared with them.
“Then Merlin is a good boy. Is Henry a good boy, too?” Jensen asked.
“Henry tries to be but sometimes he's a teeny bit naughty. Nothing really bad, I swear,” I scrambled to say, hoping that wouldn't be a deal breaker for whatever this was. Who knew, maybe they would come back and play with me another time. “But sometimes Henry gets sad and then he gets snippy.”
“Good boys get rewards, but sometimes bad boys do, too,” Jensen said. Throughout our exchange Mitchell's head bobbed back and forth but his smile never faltered. That beautiful, gorgeous face. Two Daddies for me to play with tonight, it was my lucky night for sure.
“Then I want to color Daddies a picture of Merlin,” I said with fierce determination.
