Tuck & Run: A M/M Age-Play Daddy Romance (Club Deny Book 2)

by A. W. Scott

  “That sounds fine. Now, if you don’t mind, I’d like to wrap up this meeting and head over to explore more of my boy.”

  “Asshole. There’s no need to brag about it.”

  He winked at me, then sobered slightly. “I really do hope you find your own Little in the midst of all this. If anyone deserves to find their match, it’s you old friend.”

  “Don’t get soft on me now, old man. Run along. Tell Lewis I said hi.” He left with a wave, his steps lighter now that the business parts were handed over to me.

  Keeping my word, I work to design a place that fits a variety of interests. I sketch out the basic shape of the building Mateo gave me specs for on a sheet of paper on the desk. Looking at it was a whole, I realize the design is perfect to create five unique spaces.

  The first area would be the main gathering zone. This is where the bar would be and where people could mingle in the open. As membership grows, it would also be a place for people to find potential partners before exploring the other areas.

  Next would be the required Daddy area. This will be one large room with multiple design elements. For Mateo, I know he’ll need the room to fit more of a caregiver nature. For me, I need all the additional tools and toys I like to use during playtime. My fingers sketch out a rough idea of what furniture we’ll need and where it will all fit in the space.

  When I’m satisfied with that area, I move on to my next favorite kink - pain play. I list a number of whips, floggers, and restraints I know to be of good quality from my experimentation days. I also put down some larger pieces, like the Saint Andrew’s cross. It is a must have for this method of sexual satisfaction.

  Moving from there, I go into the voyeur space. This area will be designed with seating in a circle. In the middle, we’ll have an enclosed space, most likely glass, that will have a chaise inside. Those wanting to show off will be able to move into the space to do as they wish in front of others. Onlookers can feel free to be as deviant as they want with their consenting partner.

  Last but not least, I break the last section into four smaller rooms. These will be generic in design, but with the ability to adapt to the needs of those going in. They can bring their own equipment, or purchase some through the office by special request. It would be added to their membership fees as a way to keep things private and fluid.

  Nothing kills the mood like having to wait for your transaction to process before you can get to the fun stuff.

  Satisfied by the progress made, I decide to take a walk to explore the area around me before grabbing a bite to eat. I’m about half a block from my hotel when I catch a glimpse of a profile that stops me in my tracks. I watch for a moment, disbelief filling me at the sight of the man from the restaurant the other day.

  While I watch, he talks into his cell phone while juggling multiple bags. Something about him seems different now, but I can’t pinpoint just what.

  Unable to move, I stand there, my eyes focused on him as he finally balances the bags in his hands just right, then turns away from me. The Daddy inside me screams to follow after him. It demands that we find out his name, his likes and dislikes. It wants to know everything it can about him.

  Thankfully, I’m logical enough to not let that side of me take over. Instead, I turn in the opposite direction to do my exploring.

  Some would say fate or destiny is trying to get us together.

  I’d say it’s more like the devil trying to play tricks on me.

  Chapter 4

  Tucker

  Sitting on my couch and explaining to my boss that I love to color and play with stuffed animals when I get off work is not what most people do after a breakup. As usual, I don’t stick to society’s norms.

  Miguel sits quietly while I speak, his attention devoted to hearing everything before he passes judgment. I know the look all too well and for this conversation, I’m thankful for it.

  “It’s not a fetish and I don’t have Daddy issues. I discovered it in high school when I was approached by a Daddy wanting to play. He saw what I was wearing, which was admittedly very daring, and he decided to take the risk. While I didn’t take him up on the offer, I asked him to explain what he meant. We had a nice lunch during which he told me a brief synopsis of what he was, what he was looking for, and how he thought I might enjoy it given my countenance.”

  I pause, shoving a handful of candy into my mouth from the bag of chocolates in my lap. “From there, I did my own research to try to understand it all. You know how I get with a project. Every new thing excited me more and more. Unlike when I’m at work though, I desperately wanted to experience all of this first hand. I’ve never found a full time partner to share this with, but I have had hookups who would role play in the bedroom at least. It’s proven to me that it’s a dynamic I want to be more than just sexual.”

  “And how did the asshole come to find out about it? Was it something you brought up one day?”

  “No. It was just like he said at the restaurant. I’d dropped subtle hints to him over the first few months we dated. He seemed like he could go either way, so I stayed in the relationship hoping we might find a way. As time moved on, I worried less about my needs and more about his. Eventually, I forgot about that want completely. I shoved away that side of me to the back of the closet where I thought it was buried.”

  “Nothing can stay buried, Tuck,” he says with a sad smile.

  “I know that now. It just never occurred to me that he knew or that he’d seen it. I only ever became my Little self when he wasn’t around. Maybe I was too focused to notice him one of those times. Or maybe he figured it out just from the things he saw. I’m not sure.”

  Finishing up, I look to my boss and friend to see what he’s thinking. His expression is warm and open. It’s a look I’ve only ever seen him give to Aiden.

  “Thank you for sharing that all with me. I can tell it wasn’t easy, but as your friend I am honored to know all the parts of you now. As far as the asshole goes, he won’t be able to take a piss in this city without me knowing about it. I’m going to make sure he regrets ever hurting you. This was a personal attack in a very public setting.”

  “I can’t let you take on my battles, Stryker.” By using his last name only I let him know I’m serious.

  He smirks. “I don’t think you really have a choice here. Part of your contract says you look out for the best interests of the company. The company is named after me and my best interests should be kept. Unless you want to be interviewed in one of those specials about people suddenly becoming killers, I suggest you let me handle this my way.”

  I nod, knowing I have no reproach against his words. As usual, the boss has all of his bases covered for just such an occasion.

  While I appreciated his help, I knew that there was only so much of his niceness I could take before the tears broke. After that I'd need a few hours alone to really purge the feelings from myself.

  Was I feeling this way for the asshole who'd decided to follow money instead of love? Absolutely not!

  My heart was hurting for the lost time. For the years spent with someone I had no future with. For the man who tricked me into believing he cared.

  I'd never felt this foolish in all my life. And that's saying something considering all the outfits and rebellious moments I had when I was younger.

  "I'll be ok, Miguel. I promise. I'm sure Aiden would rather have you home. Besides, I'm just going to head to bed early. I don't want to keep you from him anymore." His eyes bore into mine as he searches to see if I'm being honest. Luck must be on my side, because instead of staying longer, he nods his head, then stands to leave.

  "If you need time off.."

  "I don't!" Pulling myself back from the panic that begins to claw at me, I shake my head. "I'll be ok by Monday morning. Right as rain. Taking time off would only hurt you and the company. Remember how you just said it was my job to keep all of that in line."

  He chuckles. "Yeah, smartass. I remember. Good job on using my own
words against me." He winks at me, then saunters out of my front door.

  With him gone, I sit for only a moment longer before moving into action. This isn't my first rodeo for a breakup. I have a routine, a system, that I've used for the last six or so exes.

  First step is to lock the house down. I don't want to have anyone walk in to see the shape I'm in, and I don't want to be tempted to leave.

  Second step is to take a shower. Normally it would be a bubble bath, but with the way Jalen's actions have now ruined that for me, I don't see one of those in my future for a bit.

  Third step is to cry. And when I say cry, I mean ugly, fat, messy tears of sadness. I let myself feel every hurt, every pain from the loss.

  As someone who is usually a ray of light, feeling sadness is hard for me. I tend to bottle it up over time until the dam needs to burst. I know it's unhealthy, a fact my therapist made very clear early on in our relationship, yet it's the only real way I've found to get myself to clear the muck from my head and heart.

  Walking over to my door, I secure all the locks. For extra measure, I scoot a chair in front of it to slow me down if I get the stupid urge to go out. There have been a time or two when I'd tried clubbing or dancing to make myself feel better after a breakup.

  Tonight is not one of those times. I have no desire to move across a crowded club to grind my body on a random stranger for the evening.

  Those thoughts squashed, I scoot down the hall to my next step - cleaning this day off of me.

  At the shower door, I look down at myself, noticing the clothes I'm wearing. I resolve then and there to burn them, even though they are some of my favorite pieces.

  I'm not sure I could ever wear them again without seeing Jalen's face turn red with anger the moment he realized he'd lost the game he was trying to play, both with me and with the new sucker.

  Stripping down, I climb into the stall, then turn the water on scalding hot. As the heat pours down my body, I grab my bright pink loofah, the one next to Jalen's dark grey one, then freeze.

  "Shit!" I have to get rid of all of his stuff. I have to purge my entire house of him and his belongings. For a moment I wonder if I should just move. Jalen doesn't have a key yet, so I don't have to worry about him getting inside. He always wondered how he could basically live somewhere without having full access.

  This. This is the reason why.

  I'm always cautious of what could and could not happen. Plus, I think a part of me knew his game long before today.

  Turning my focus back to the task at hand, I squeeze some soap onto the loofah as I move to scrub my body clean. Over and over, I rub the fabric over my skin, covering every inch piece by piece. I rinse myself completely, then move to do it again.

  I scrub head to toe a full three times before I see the redness forming on my skin. Deciding I'd rather not go to work on Monday looking like a sunburned mess, I finish the last rinse then turn off the water.

  Each movement is slow as I dry off. I take my time, making sure every part of me is done before I move into the bedroom. At my closet, I grab a pair of boxers as I make my way to the bed.

  Looking at the sheets, I remember the day before when Jalen came over and we had sex in my bed. I feel the vomit rise in my throat, and I barely make it back to my bathroom before everything I'd eaten with Miguel comes back up.

  A few extra minutes of heaving to make sure I'm empty, then I'm back in the bedroom, ripping the sheets from the bed. My moves are violent, giant snatches in which the fabric rips and flies around.

  With the remnants of him off the bed, I drag the sheets and my clothes from the bathroom into the living room. Grabbing a garbage bag, I shove it all inside. The bag goes on top of the chair in front of the door, lest I forget it Monday morning when I go to leave.

  Going back into the bedroom, I grab a pillow from the floor where it flew in my rush to get the bed in order. Without grabbing anything else, I climb on the bed, the pillow going to my chest as I curl into a ball around it.

  In position, I let my mind wander to the thoughts that usually trigger the tears. I leave myself fully open, my emotions that I typically tuck away spread wide to feeling.

  But nothing happens.

  Not a single fucking tear falls.

  And then I realize that my ex took something far more important this time.

  He took my ability to feel at all.

  Chapter 5

  Patrick

  I stand in the park looking around the faces of the friends and coworkers surrounding me. Mateo and Lewis are snuggled up across the group from me, the two of them whispering sweet nothings to each other.

  Seeing them come together has been a joy to watch. I’m the first to admit that I never thought my best friend would calm down enough to find his own piece of happiness.

  Between the success of the club and the MOA, we’ve all been rather busy over the last couple of weeks. It was suggested that we all take a day off, with the suggestion being given with force.

  My eyes travel from those two lovebirds to the other pair, Miguel and Aiden. We’d met in passing a few times, but this is the first lengthy amount of time I’ve been in the same space as them. They are obviously not aware of everything that goes on at our place of business as conversation has commenced throughout the morning.

  I’m listening to Curtis, Rob, and Rob’s cousin Taylor, ironically the only female and straight person here, talk shop about why Taylor can’t join the club. Curtis, Mateo’s assistant, fully supports the idea, while Rob, for obvious reasons, is strongly against it.

  “I don’t want to have to worry about some guy trying to hurt you, Tay. Your mama would kill me,” he grunts out in the grumpy tone he uses when he’s not getting his way. I’ve learned he can be a brat of sorts, though I don’t think he even realizes it. He doesn’t partake of the club too much that I’ve seen, even though he has full access the same as the rest of us.

  Taylor flips her hair over her shoulder dramatically, bringing a flutter of laughter out of Curtis. The drama queen of the trio, he’s living it up with all the drama between the two cousins.

  “I will not be coddled. I’ve had sex before, Rob. I’m not a virgin. Why is this such a big deal?”

  “Because you’re supposed to marry some real estate guy and have two-point-five kids in the burbs so Aunt Gennie can have her grandbabies and perfectly normally son-in-law.”

  Curtis yawns dramatically. “Unless that real estate guy is laying pipe on sweet little TayTay here like the world is ending, she’s not going to want to stay. Isn’t that right, babe?”

  She nods rapidly at them both. “Exactly. I don’t want boring. I want the excitement and fun that comes with that lifestyle. I can pay my own way in.”

  “How the fuck can you afford membership?!” He practically roars the words out. I cough, then point over to the families passing when he looks at me angrily.

  “Just keep the fucks to a moderate volume, bud. I’d hate for us to get kicked out because your language pissed off some parents.” I raise my palms in surrender, amusement running through me at the exasperated look in his face. Poor guy needs to learn how to have a bit more fun.

  He huffs at me, but nods before lowering his voice. “I just can’t have it on my conscience that you’re a few rooms away from me getting railed by some rich prick with a whip addiction. What if you get hurt?”

  Seeing Taylor prepare to gear up for a fight, I raise my hand to get her attention. I motion to ask if I can step in. She waves her hand, welcoming my help in the conversation.

  “I’m going to start with one really important thing to this. There’s nothing wrong with a man that uses a whip. I’ve used them in play and they can be an absolute delight if both parties are willing.” I walk closer to him, allowing the anger his words provoked to rise to the surface. “I’ll continue with the next most important thing - the fact that no one who would harm Taylor would ever make it into the MOA. I vet every single fucking person that walks through those doors
. I’ve been doing this for nearly twenty years. My experience is wide and varied. I can tell when someone just wants to experiment versus the person who has been at this long enough to know what is and isn’t safe. I would never allow the first type to be a part of what we have. So before you continue to insult not only the entire BDSM community, but also my judgement skills, I suggest you shut the fuck up and accept that she’s going to get vetted by me either way. She passes and she’s in. End of discussion.”

  The three of them stare at me silently, each with a different look on their face. Taylor is giddy with excitement. Rob looks stunned. And Curtis looks like he wants to devour me.

  “I swear if my life wasn’t busy twenty four seven I’d take you for a ride, Papa Patrick. I bet you’re a lot of fun to play with.”

  I wink at him as I lean closer. “Only for those who like a little discipline.”

  When I lean back, he’s fanning his face dramatically. Rob is looking bashful as he looks between me and Taylor. “Just be careful Tay. I know you’re grown, but damnit kiddo, I remember when I was the cool big cousin who taught you how to skip rocks. It’s hard to let that go.”

  She wraps him in a tight hug. “I’ll still be that little cousin. I just don’t need you to show the way anymore.”

  “Awww. I love a happy ending,” Curtis says dramatically as he wipes his eyes.

  “I think another one is about to happen.” Dallas, the sexy lawyer and resident newbie to the friend group walks up, his finger extended to point to Mateo and Lewis. “I heard a bit of it. He’s either asking him to move in with him or proposing.”

  “My bet is on moving in. Mateo doesn’t seem the type to rush.”

  “Oh hush, TayTay. I want to be nosey.” Curtis makes a shushing noise as we all turn to catch up on the conversation.

  “…Will you move in with me?”

  Lewis screams out, “Absolutely” before diving into a heated kiss. We all begin to cheer and whistle. Seems we weren’t the only ones eavesdropping on the lovebirds.