The Daddy Nextdoor

by Amy Cummings

  Just being by him was intoxicating. The very air seemed electric.

  “We’ll break each term down separately,” he said. “As a Daddy, my number one job is to keep any Little under my care safe. That is why I set rules that they are to obey. I know what is best for them. I know what they need. It’s a lot of pressure on me, really. Submitting is easy. Leading is hard.”

  Kinsley nodded. She had never thought of it in that way. He had a good point. Most of the burden in the power exchange seemed to fall on him. Sydney and London simply had to follow. Braxton had to lead, guide, and protect.

  “As far as the Dom part,” Braxton said, “well, my number one job there is to keep them safe, too. It isn’t like so many people imagine. I’m not some brooding monster who simply rings sexual pleasure from a submissive with no thought given to their needs and desires. In fact, the relationship isn’t even always sexual. I’d like that drink now, please, if the offer still stands.”

  Kinsley was in a near-trance just from hearing Braxton explain his world. It was amazing and she wanted to hear more and soak in every word. She momentarily snapped out of it when she realized what he’d said.

  “Of course,” she said. She nervously fidgeted with her hair, tucking a blond strand behind her ear. “I have lemonade or iced tea. Sweet tea.”

  “Lemonade would be lovely, thank you.”

  She turned to retrieve a glass from the cabinet. She figured it was her imagination, but she thought she felt Braxton’s eyes on her, perhaps looking at her jeans encased bottom as she reached for the cup.

  She grew self-conscious. She had always held her body in low esteem. She saw each and every flaw and assumed they were glaringly obvious to everyone else, too. She’d even decided that might be one of the reasons Raymond was not as interested in her physically as he’d been. Perhaps the long work hours were just excuses.

  She filled the cup with ice, grabbed the pitcher from the fridge and filled the glass. She turned back to Braxton and handed it to him. Her hand was shaking. She felt silly.

  “I hope I am not making you uncomfortable,” he said. “That is not my intent. I can leave.”

  “No!” she said.

  She winced.

  Way to be super obvious. Geesh!

  “I’m enjoying the company. And the conversation is fascinating,” she said.

  She was back to playing it cool.

  Or, trying to, at least.

  “What did you mean?” she said. “When you said it isn’t always sexual.”

  Braxton took a sip of the lemonade and pursed his lips together as he held the glass up and studied it. “Delicious.”

  Kinsley smiled. “Thank you.”

  He took another drink and then elaborated.

  “Take London and Sydney for example. I provide a safe space for them to be Little, under the care and authority of an understanding Uncle. I’m not their Daddy. They have significant others. But when they need a break from adulting and want to retreat to Little Space, they come see me.”

  Kinsley was surprised by what she heard. She had figured wild threesomes were taking place. She found the revelation fascinating.

  “Is it ever sexual for you?” she said. “If you don’t mind me asking. I’m sorry if I went too far.”

  “Don’t be and you did not,” he said with an easy and reassuring smile. “I’m an open book. I figure the more information available the better. To answer your question, yes, sometimes it is. Take the case of London and Sydney. I do it for them, but I won’t lie and say I get nothing from it. I thrive on the power exchange. Even though nothing overtly sexual is taking place, of course I still enjoy our time together.

  “Beyond them, yes I have some Submissives I play with sexually.”

  “Are they all Littles?” she said.

  “Not all,” he said. “But I approach all my roles the same—protection and loving care.”

  Kinsley’s mind and heart were both racing. Her stomach muscles were clinched tight.

  And her panties were getting wetter by the second.

  Everything she heard was music to her ears.

  She sighed wistfully, unable to contain herself.

  “I’d give anything to submit,” she said.

  She realized she had spoken aloud and turned red with embarrassment. She covered her mouth. “I’m sorry!”

  “Don’t be,” Braxton said. “But perhaps your husband would not like us having this conversation.”

  “We aren’t married,” she said.

  “I see,” he said. “But would your boyfriend mind?”

  Kinsley shrugged. “I’m not sure he’d care enough to feel one way or another.”

  “Ahh,” Braxton said. “Well, I will not elaborate anymore as we are uncertain.”

  “It bothers you? Talking about this because I have a boyfriend?”

  “Not because you have a boyfriend,” he said. “Remember, Sydney and London have partners. I have married Subs. But in every case their spouses are fine with our arrangement. I would never go behind anyone’s back. I’m not in the business of wrecking homes.”

  Kinsley’s face lit up. “I like that.”

  “The common misconception is that kinky people don’t have morals or ethics. I’d argue the opposite. Of course, there are some dishonorable people among us, but that is true with any group. The majority of us have strong values that we will not compromise.”

  “I like the way you talk about it,” she said. “Like you’re a community.”

  “It is because we are,” he said.

  He drained the last of the lemonade and placed the glass on the countertop.

  “It was very nice meeting you, Miss Kinsley. You have a beautiful home and I appreciate you opening it to me. I hope to do this again sometime.”

  He started to walk toward the front door.

  “Wait!” she called out.

  He turned.

  “Why did you come here and tell me all this?” she said. “We’ve never even talked and you just opened up to me. Like, a lot.”

  He smiled. It was genuine and warm. “Because knowledge is powerful. After what you saw, I didn’t want you think you live next door to some fiend. I’m nothing scary, nor anything special. Just a guy with interesting friends.”

  He winked and then turned back toward the door.

  “Wait!” Kinsley said again.

  He looked to her once more.

  “If I had my boyfriend’s blessing, if he didn’t mind, would you tell me more? Maybe even show me? I want to learn.”

  Braxton searched her face and looked deep into her eyes. As if satisfied by what he found, his stance softened.

  “Yes, of course,” he said. “I’d be honored.”

  Kinsley could only nod. She was now speechless.

  She had a feeling things were about to get very interesting.

  Chapter Five

  “I’m sorry it’s so late,” Raymond said as he walked into the bedroom. His tie was loosened. His shirt sleeves were rolled up. “Leadership invited me out for drinks, and you know that’s where partners are made. I couldn’t say no.”

  Kinsley was already in bed. She put her tablet down. She didn’t mention that she had been reading up on Doms, Subs, Littles, and Bigs.

  She also didn’t mention the fact that she’d played with her Hitachi Magic Wand multiple times. After talking to Braxton and reading about everything, the pressure inside had built up beyond what she could bear. She’d blasted her clit three times, climaxing wildly.

  Even after all of that, she could still go again. She quickly realized Raymond was not interested.

  “Just figured you would have called or at least texted,” she said.

  “I know, I know,” he said as he pulled off a shoe. He kicked it aside. “They kept talking to me and I didn’t want to be rude by pulling out my cell. I’m sorry, honey.”

  Kinsley bobbed her head but didn’t say anything else.

  “They’ve called a meeting early in the morning
,” he said. “They’re really throwing everything at this case.”

  “On a Saturday?” Kinsley said.

  Her words dripped with disappointment. Raymond stopped undressing and walked over to the bed. He sat on the edge, by where Kinsley was, and caressed her cheek. He kissed her forehead.

  “I know,” he said. “I’m sorry. I don’t like this either.”

  “Why don’t you tell them no, then?” she said.

  He opened his mouth, started to speak, but then stopped. He took another moment to gather his thoughts before voicing his response. “It’s not that easy. If we want to make partner…”

  “We?” she said. “I think this is about you.”

  “I work hard for us!” Raymond said. He stood up. “To provide for us so we can one day have a family.”

  Kinsley didn’t have it in her to rehash the same conversation they so often had. Nothing changed. She had told him countless times that she didn’t care where he worked or how much money he brought in. She’d gladly go get a job if need be.

  Nothing more was said. Raymond finished undressing and disappeared into the bathroom. A few minutes later, he came out and climbed into bed.

  “Goodnight,” he said. He rubbed Kinsley’s back briefly and then turned around to face the opposite direction.

  Five minutes passed before Kinsley blurted out a confession that shocked even her.

  “I want to have a Dom,” she said in a matter-of-fact tone.

  She wasn’t surprised by the desire, but by the fact that she’d voiced it.

  Raymond rolled over until he faced her. They laid across from one another, their faces mere inches apart, looking into each other’s eyes.

  “What?” he said.

  She cleared her throat and searched for the courage to elaborate.

  “What would you think if I had a Dom?”

  “A Dom? Like, the guy on that movie I watched with you?” Raymond said.

  “You know,” Kinsley said, “the stuff I told you about. The things I’ve tried to introduce with the toys and stuff.”

  Raymond sat up.

  “You want to have sex with someone else?”

  “Not really. No. It’s not like that,” Kinsley said. She had no idea how to put her feelings and desires into words. To Raymond, who seemed about as vanilla as they come, it would all seem so strange.

  She decided to tell the truth. She told him again about seeing Braxton with London and Sydney. She then told him about the conversation she’d had with him and all the feelings it had stirred.

  “He was in our house?” Raymond said.

  “Nothing happened,” Kinsley said. “He was a perfect gentleman.”

  “This time,” Raymond said.

  “Might sound weird, but he actually has a very developed set of sexual ethics.”

  “Oh, you know him that well?” Raymond said with a snort.

  Kinsley put a hand on his shoulder. “It’s okay. Forget I said anything.”

  Raymond sat in silence as he thought it over and tried to make sense of it all.

  “Are you asking for a hall pass?”

  Kinsley sat up too. “What?”

  “You know, like how we talked and agreed that if I ever had the chance to sleep with Scarlett Johansson you would be cool with it and if you had an opportunity with Brad Pitt I wouldn’t stand in your way?”

  “I thought it was Keira Knightley,” Kinsley said.

  “No,” Raymond said. “I mean, she’s cute but we agreed upon ScarJo.”

  “Grant Baker is also on my list,” Kinsley said sheepishly.

  Raymond thought of the action star. He was muscled up and handsome. Made sense.

  “My point is,” Raymond said, “that we agreed sleeping with them once was okay because we love each other and would come back home after a night of fun. Is that what you want with this guy?”

  Kinsley sucked in her bottom lip as she thought about it. “Maybe,” she finally admitted. “I don’t know. I know I want to submit. To experience that and see what it’s like. Maybe play a little.”

  Raymond didn’t seem hurt, more surprised. Kinsley was grateful for that.

  “But would you come home to me?” he said.

  “Do you want me to?” she asked.

  “Honey, of course! I love you,” he said.

  The two stared at each other in silence.

  “Guess I don’t always do a good job of showing it,” he said.

  “You’re not around enough for me to gauge,” Kinsley said.

  She hadn’t meant the comment as a dig. She didn’t want to hurt him.

  He shook his head slowly. He could not refute what she’d said.

  “You want this really badly, don’t you?” he said.

  “I just…I dunno…need some excitement, I guess.”

  “Okay,” he said.

  “Okay what?” she said.

  “Okay, go for it,” he said.

  “Wait. You really mean it?” she said.

  Kinsley couldn’t believe what he’d said.

  Raymond couldn’t, either.

  Of course, he didn’t really expect Kinsley to do much with his permission. She’d probably chicken out, he figured.

  “I do,” he said. “Go have fun. Just remember where home is.”

  He leaned in and kissed her lips. He was surprised at how passionate her response was. He had figured she’d be thinking of the new boy toy she wanted, but she kissed Raymond like she meant it.

  “Thank you,” she said.

  The two settled back into bed.

  Both drifted off thinking about the possibilities and what the future might hold.

  Chapter Six

  Raymond awoke the next morning, surprised to find himself so aroused.

  He laid in bed for ten minutes, thinking about Kinsley being with Braxton. He didn’t know the guy. Couldn’t even recall what he really looked like, save for being generically handsome.

  It was just the thought of Kinsley letting go and pushing her sexual boundaries. It had Braxton harder than a rock.

  He stumbled out of bed and walked to the bathroom. He stopped on his way and looked at the sleeping Kinsley.

  Was she going to see Braxton that day? How often would this happen?

  He shook his head, trying to clear his mind of the lingering questions, but it was no use.

  In the bathroom, he splashed cold water on his face and studied his image in the mirror. What he saw was a guy with wild, excited eyes staring back. He was far from downcast or worried.

  “What’s freaking wrong with you?” he said aloud.

  He splashed more water on his face.

  The throbbing in his cock intensified. He sighed loudly and shook his head in frustration. He’d have to take care of it. He had a huge meeting that morning and wouldn’t be able to concentrate if he didn’t drain his achingly full balls.

  He pulled his gray boxer-briefs down past his member and breathed a sigh of relief. It felt good to be free of that restraining barrier.

  He wrapped a hand around his shaft and pumped several times. He closed his eyes and thought of Kinsley submitting to a Dom. He didn’t know much about that world. He wasn’t sure what it would entail. But just the thought of her surrendering to someone and losing control was shockingly hot to him.

  It wasn’t long at all before her erupted, sending sticky warmth cascading down his hand. He pumped until every bit was drained.

  There, he thought, maybe now I can concentrate on work.

  But he felt as if he could go again.

  What is going on? This never happens to me!

  He looked at himself in the mirror once more.

  “What is going on with you, bud?”

  Chapter Seven

  Kinsley laid silently on a chaise lounge on the back patio, half reading a book on her Kindle. The rest of her attention was diverted to listening for sounds of Braxton in his backyard. She supposed she could just knock on his door, but each time she set out to do that, s
he lost her nerve.

  She had to wait more than two hours before she heard Braxton come outside. She hopped up as quietly as she could and crept through the yard. Like the other day, she pressed her eye to the hole in the fence. The wood wasn’t very comfortable against her skin, but it was a small price to pay. Though small in size, that hole was proving to be a gateway to another dimension.

  “Whoa!” Kinsley said.

  She jumped back upon seeing Braxton’s eye glaring at her.

  “Spying, my dear, seems to be a great temptation for you.”

  Kinsley ran a hand through her hair and shifted on her feet. She was thankful the fence shielded her from view. She did not want Braxton to see how red she was turning.

  “I was just trying to see if you were out,” she said apologetically. “I want to talk to you.”

  “Come to my front door,” he said.

  “Sure,” she said. “Be right over.”

  She trotted off before hearing him call once again.

  “And Kinsley…”

  “Yes.”

  “Don’t turn back this time.”

  Kinsley closed her eyes and turned even redder.

  So he’d seen those failed attempts earlier.

  Nice.

  She chuckled, doing her best to act jovial. “Of course.”

  She dashed through the backdoor and into her house, left through the front and jogged to Braxton’s door.

  He was waiting on her.

  “Yeah, I kept getting phone calls every time I’d try to come over. It’s like people knew. ‘Oh, she’s going to his house. Let’s call.’” She laughed nervously.

  “Spying and lying,” Braxton said. “Aren’t you a naughty one?”

  She swallowed hard.

  “Please,” he said, opening the door farther, “come in.”

  She stepped inside, silently noting how handsome Braxton looked.

  He was in weekend clothes—jeans and a black tee—and looked freaking amazing. His taut muscles rippled beneath his shirt with each movement he made.

  “Would you like anything to drink?” he asked.

  Kinsley had forgotten how deep his voice was. It was still smooth as honey, though.

  “No, thank you.”

  She looked around to see an immaculately clean house tastefully decorated. His living room furniture was leather and smelled of it. Mounted to the wall was the biggest television she had ever seen.