by A. W. Scott
He sits first, then pulls me onto his lap. I startle at the motion, my body unused to be treated affectionately. Even the men I had in my life before that roleplayed as Daddy for me never treated me as good as Patrick has in this short amount of time.
“Is this ok?” he asks as his hand rubs small circles on my back. “We can move to a different seat where you can be beside me if you like.”
“No, Daddy,” I tell him, finally finding the words that seemed stuck just a moment ago. The panic of not being close to him had me freezing momentarily. I don’t know what’s about to happen, but I know that I want him to be next to me while it does.
“Ok, Little One. Just sit back and relax. Get comfortable. They will begin in about five minutes.” He glances at his watch to confirm, then tucks his arms around my midsection.
Following his instruction, I lean back onto his chest, my head landing on his shoulder gently. I focus on the sound of his breathing, even going so far as to match my own to his. I feel his thumb rubbing over the sequins on my stomach area, the fabric tugging with each pass of the digit.
I’m so focused on every place our bodies connect that I almost miss the couple walking inside the glass case. The click of the door has me turning my head to watch them.
It’s two men, both of them built and muscular. The pairing is one you don’t often see in these situations, and I’m a little giddy at the thought of what they are about to do.
As I watch, the blond one lifts his shirt off of his head, then reaches for the hem of the redhead’s polo. Together, they get each other naked quickly, their hands rapidly tugging and tangling with the fabric.
When completely nude, they stand still, facing each other without moving. Then, the redhead reaches down, to his jeans, and pulls out a bottle of lube. He squirts some on his hand, then rubs it on his length, his muscles straining in his arm letting me know he’s using a strong grip.
He pauses, then reaches over with the hand coated in the lube to rub it over the other man. The blond tilts his head back, his mouth opening on a silent moan. We can’t hear them out here, but the excitement doesn’t lessen from it. If anything, there’s a heightened sense of focus to not miss a single thing happening.
Music begins to play around the room, the bass deep and the tune slow. It’s not loud, but it’s enough to muffle the sound of anything else.
“The redhead is Victor. The blond is Pietro. Watch them. Feel them.” I nod, my body tilting forward slightly to give me a better view. My hands land on his forearm, my grip light as I watch the two men. While my Little side wouldn’t normally find this interesting, another part of me is very curious to see what lies ahead.
Victor stops stroking the other man, his hand letting go as he goes back to stroking himself. He backs away from Pietro slowly, keeping eye contact with him the entire time. At the chaise, he sits down with his legs spread wide.
Pietro stalks toward him, his expression filled with lust. The two come together again in a flurry of kissing and touching. It’s hard to tell whose hand is whose as I feel my own erection throbbing in my clothes.
After a bit, Pietro raises up, his hand around his cock. He says something to Victor. The other man lifts his legs open, exposing himself full. From the angle we’re at, I see the absolute ravenous look on Pietro’s face from staring at the other man’s body.
Lining himself up with the other man, he pushes forward gently. The more he moves in, the tighter I feel my body become. It’s almost like I’m feeling the tension of being entered the first time myself.
“Does watching them make you feel good, Little One?” Daddy’s voice in my ear shocks me. My body bounces in his lap from the surprise. He grips me tighter, almost as if he’s afraid I’ll go somewhere.
“Yes, Daddy. It’s like I can feel it.”
“Mmm. I see. My Little One enjoys to watch. This won’t be something we do often, but it’s nice to have a variety of things we enjoy together. I want you to feel satisfied with me for all of your needs and wants.” I nod, my eyes unmoving from the couple in front of us. “Come here.”
Daddy tugs me over to the center of his lap where I feel a rather thick surprise waiting for me. I look over my shoulder at him, surprised to find him in the same state as me. A part of me thought that he wouldn’t feel the same way after being in this lifestyle for as long as he has.
Reading my mind, he chuckles softly. “How can I not be when you are a squirming horny mess on my lap? Now I want you to rub against Daddy until you feel like you’re about to come. Then I want you to tell me you’re about to. Understand, Little One?”
I nod, my throat suddenly dry.
Cautiously, I move my hips up and down in a short, choppy stroke. I’m so nervous I’ll mess up that I can’t seem to relax. Daddy, of course, picks up on this.
“Lay all the way back.” I lean my body into position. “Good, boy,” he pauses, “Can I say that sometimes? Would you mind ‘boy’ when I tell you you’ve been good?”
I give him another affirmative, my head rocking against his shoulder. He leans down, his nose running along my neck again. I’m starting to think he’s got something for scents with the way he keeps sniffing me.
One of his hands grabs my hips, pulling and pushing in a fluid motion to create the perfect drag of my body against his. I feel the flame inside me light up more, the orgasm clearly on the horizon. We continue a torturously slow rhythm as the two men in the box go at it like there’s no tomorrow.
Skin slaps together at their hurried motions. In a flash, Pietro pulls out of Victor, then motions for him to move to the arm side of the chaise. Victor leans on the side, then arches his back. He puts one leg on the ground and the other knee remains on the cushioned seat.
Pietro moves behind him, his cock in his hand as he pushes back inside without any hesitation this time. Victor cries out, utter ecstasy in his expression as the man begins the same brutal pace as before. Where Victor was on his back before, he’s now looking out of the glass into the crowd. He scans his head from side to side, almost as if he’s looking for something.
When his eyes land on me and Daddy, he gets a grin on his face. I’d feel embarrassed if it weren’t for the words being whispered in my ear. My Little side lays to the side while I allow my sexual desires to rise. The two work in tandem to keep me focused that this is indeed my Daddy doing it, but also letting me explore my cravings without feeling strange about it.
“Look at how he’s getting fucked. I bet Victor is holding back from coming just for us. He wants all of us to come before he does. He’s competitive like that. And look at how Pietro is focused on him. He sees no one else in this room full of people.”
I’m nodding, my head a constant state of yes as I feel the orgasm build inside of me more.
“You see how Victor stares at us. It’s because he knows how good you feel now. I may not be buried deep inside of you, but I have that same level of control over you that Pietro does him. You’re mine, the same as he is his. Your orgasm is mine to create, to give, and to take. Mine!”
“Almost. About. To.”
Daddy freezes my movements before I can say anything else. A whine builds on my lips with the loss of sensation. I’m lost, my body itching to continue.
I feel Patrick nod, then I watch as Victor’s mouth turns up in a smirk. His eyes remain on mine as he mouths out slowly, ‘Come for me, Daddy’.
Pietro’s body seizes, his movements becoming jagged as he roars out his orgasm. I watch mesmerized as Victor closes his eyes blissfully, then rises to stroke himself to his own release.
My body shakes with the need to do the same. I’m about to beg Daddy to come when I feel his hand slip under my top. His thumb rubs along the band of my pants, setting my body on fire from the strokes.
“Your first orgasm will not be here at my club. There will be plenty between these walls, but your first will be with me, in my room. I refuse to share that first one with anyone else.”
His reason may be
barbaric and possessive, but damn if it doesn’t arouse me. “Yes, Daddy. I understand.”
I feel him kiss the side of my head, a smile on his lips. “Such a good boy. I think my Little One deserves a reward. Don’t you?”
“Please, Daddy.”
“Let’s go. I think we might have to adjust the rule about not rushing things.”
Chapter 11
Patrick
We leave the room, my eagerness to get him home and sprawled across my bed leaving me an irrational mess. I need to lock up the office and shut things down, so I drag him back with me to keep him in my sight.
He stands near my desk as I rush through the process of locking up all of the important paperwork. The phone on my desk rings, and I look over to see Rob’s direct line there.
“Hey, man. I’m just about to head out.”
“I need you over here for just a few, Pat. I have to handle a bartender issue. Can I borrow you for ten or fifteen?”
“Shit!” I growl out the words, frustrated with myself for even coming back here. If I’d taken Tucker out the main entrance, we never would have gotten stopped. Instead, I’m going to have to help calm down whatever the fuck happened. “Yeah, I can. But that’s all you get. You’re really messing with my plans for the evening.”
“I know. Sorry, man. I would change it if I could, but with Lewis and Mateo on your side and unreachable, I’d rather not have to stop their night of fun.”
He’s right. The bosses never get to have time alone to play together with their attention and time taken up with the clubs. I don’t want to interrupt their one chance to enjoy the place they built together by asking them to put out this fire.
“Alright. Let me hang up so we can get this done.”
I drop the phone in the receiver, then turn to look at Tucker. He’s chewing on his bottom lip, his eyes turned down as he tries not to be obvious about his nosiness.
“Rob needs me next door. Shouldn’t take but about ten or fifteen minutes. You’ll just hang here while I go take care of it.”
“Ok, Daddy. I think I can hold off until then.”
“I’m going to spoil you when we get back to my place. You’re being an extra good boy letting Daddy get his work done.” I move around to his side, then press a kiss to his forehead. “Look around if you like. I’ve locked up all the confidential stuff.”
He smiles, then nods to me as he moves to look around the bookshelves of stuff along the back wall. I go to the side door, using the key I was loaned from Mateo to be able to move between the two spaces tonight. He and Lewis are the only ones with them, and since they are usually both split between the sides when they are here, it’s not an issue.
I slip to the other side, making sure to lock the door behind me. I don’t want anyone stumbling into my boy. Not without me there to make sure they understand he’s spoken for anyway.
I see right away the issue that’s happening in the main area. There’s a large crowd gathered around the bar, but it looks less like a crowd of people who want drinks and more like onlookers to a train wreck.
“Back it up, people. Let me through.” I push through the sea of bodies to see what the issue is. The newly hired bartender seems to have somehow gashed his hand open. There’s blood all over the place. It’s like something out of a slasher movie.
“Fuck!” Rob looks up from where he’s tending to the guy and gives me a panicked expression. Guy doesn’t seem to like the sight of blood, yet he’s covered in it.
I whistle, making the onlookers around me freeze. “Move.” I motion with my arms. When they are finally spread out enough, I jump up and over the counter to the other side. I would use the walkthrough, but who knows how bad that way is clogged up.
“Thanks for coming. I’ve been trying to figure out exactly how I’m going to get this guy to the hospital for stitches while managing the club. I have a plan though.”
Waving my hands, I motion for him to be quiet. His voice is full of panic and I don’t trust him to make any heavy decisions right now.
“Do you have an extra shirt here?” He nods. “Great. Go get cleaned up and change. I’m going to get a bouncer to get this guy to the ER. We pay them to do whatever the fuck we need. The bar is officially closed for drinks since there is blood all over and it needs to be sanitized now. Where’s the other bartender?”
“She’s in the bathroom. Apparently blood makes her squeamish.”
I roll my eyes, amazed at the mess this has turned out to be. Getting them both up off the ground, I grab extra towels to wrap around the kids bleeding hand.
Grabbing the walkie talkie, I call over one of the guys that guards the dance floor to come over. When he arrives, I give him strict instructions to take the kid to the closest ER, to get him stitched, and then get him home. I give him the number the ER should call for the Workers Comp paperwork. Rob will handle that when he doesn’t look so harried.
With the kids gone, I look around at the damage again. “Any way we can salvage the night? The club is supposed to stay open another two hours?”
“Not with this mess it won’t. And how many people do you think will stay when they realize they can’t have alcohol to further their wild night of fun?”
“Sorry, man. I’m not sure how the kid managed to fuck up so bad. I know you had plans.”
I shrug. “Nothing to be done about it. Go get clean. I’ll get word spread about how we’re shutting down for the night.”
He moves past me to head to his office while I shut off the lights on the bar area. I want it to look closed so people don’t approach.
After the lights are down, I radio another guard to come make sure no one tries to jump the counter to grab a drink. With him in place, I move to the DJ booth. I signal our guy to slow the song down.
When it finally ends, I grab the mic to speak. “Evening everyone. My name is Patrick and I help run this establishment. We’ve had a situation tonight that’s caused us to close the bar area down early. We will be shutting everything down. Please make your way to the nearest exit. We apologize for the inconvenience.”
There’s a bit of a shuffle, but no one outright boos me. I take it as a win. When I turn to head to the bar, I see Rob in a clean shirt standing there talking to the guard. They seem to have it under control, so I search around to make sure there’s nothing I need to do.
“Thanks for your help, man. It was hard being in more than one place at a time.”
“You’d do the same for my side. Good thing there’s two of us, right?” I joke with him, then turn to head to the office entrance. “I’m off for the night, and so are you. Enjoy my side for a bit, why don’t you? You might find something you really like.”
“Doubtful. I don’t know how to go about finding what I like.”
“A conversation for another time, my friend.”
I don’t wait for a response as I duck into the hallway. At the office door, I unlock it, then rush through to the second door. When there, I take a deep breath before unlocking the second barrier between me and my evening.
“What the fuck are you two doing here?”
Victor and Pietro stand in my office, the clothes they stripped during their performance earlier back on their bodies.
“Nice to see you, too, boss. We came by to see if you and the boytoy of yours were wanting to play. We saw the way you were both watching earlier.” Victor speaks proudly, his accent peeking through a bit with the words.
“I’m not sharing him and he is not a toy.” Looking around the room, I realize he’s nowhere to be found. “Speaking of which, where is he?”
The two men look at one another with guilty expressions. Pietro is the one to finally speak up when I growl in frustration.
“Let us begin with the fact that we didn’t realize he wasn’t just someone for you to play with. We came in thinking it was going to be a party and we might have come on strong. He seemed spooked and left. It’s part of the reason we stayed. We didn’t want you to come back clueless a
s to why he wasn’t here.”
Part of me wants to hit both men for the stupid fucking choices they made tonight, but another part of me knows that it won’t solve a damn thing.
“He was new to the life. It was his first time here, you idiots. I’d just claimed him and brought him to watch you as a way to ease him into things.”
Victor barks out a laugh. “How the fuck did you think taking someone to see me get railed by this guy,” he points to Pietro, “was the way to ease them into this life? That’s more like throwing them into the frying pan.”
“Don’t poke the aggressive dominant who wants his sub back, Vic. Can’t you tell the man is seconds away from ripping your head off? I don’t suggest you keep going.”
I nod to Pietro, thankful to him for reeling in his partner. While these two aren’t exclusive, they tend to flock to each other the most. That means Pietro does have the ability to convince the other man to behave sometimes.
“How long has he been gone? Do I even stand a chance of catching him?”
Pietro looks down, then back up at me. His hand moves to the back of his neck. “Probably not. It’s been at least ten minutes or so. He’s probably found his way out the front by now.”
“Shit. This night keeps getting worse.”
“We’ve done enough. I’m going to drag this one away for the night. Good luck with your boy.”
I wave them both off, then pull out my cell to call him. I realize I don’t have his number, then just as quickly remember that it’s on his paperwork. It’s how I was able to call him for the meeting earlier.
His file has the number listed on the top. I program it in my phone, then press the call button. It rings twice, then goes to voicemail. When the beep sounds, I rush out words that hopefully make sense.
“Little one, it’s me. Victor and Pietro were mistaken about who you are to me. They misspoke while they were here. I’m sorry if they confused you. I’d really love to pick up where we left off. Please call me back as soon as possible.”