by Cara Dee
I scowl and smooth down my hair. "But you are. I know so." I've seen it—the way he's lusted after Cade. "Do you deny it?" I jut out my chin.
He hesitates and glances over at the opening—maybe to make sure Cade and Daddy aren't about to return yet. "It's complicated." Dylan's mouth twists into a small grimace, but he's quick to hide it. "I don’t wanna pressure him, you know? When we went out, it was all kinda casual, and if anything, he was more interested in my limits than my hobbies."
My brows knit together as I remember Daddy telling me about Cade's former Little—who was a girl. She hadn't been truthful, so maybe that’s why he is focusing on Dylan's limits right now, to make sure they fit together. And I tell Dylan this, but he seems doubtful.
Unfortunately, we have to stop there, because Daddy and Cade enter the booth, talking about sports or…I don’t know. I hear "game" and "bet" and "you're on" before I tune out.
"One Sprite for my baby." Daddy sits down and slides my soda with crushed ice toward me, and I thank him with a big smooch. Then I climb up on his lap to snuggle. "In that mood, huh?" The left corner of his mouth quirks up.
Nodding, I bring my Sprite close and take a sip through the straw.
For a few minutes, Daddy and Cade resume talking about boring stuff, so that’s the perfect time for me to study Cade with Dylan. But I don’t know what he's so worried about; Cade seems aware of Dylan's every move. There's also a sense of contentment in Cade's eyes that wasn't there before.
"Time to move the table?" Cade asks a while later.
I get confuzzled, but Daddy just nods, and then the two men push the glossy black table toward the draped exit. I didn’t even know you could move it at all! In the end, half the table is sticking out, with the velvet drapes bunching up on the tabletop. It has left some space for us in the middle, yet it's still secluded and intimate.
"What're we gonna do, Daddy?" I wonder, playing with his tie.
"We're going to play a game." His voice has become a little huskier now, and that makes my pussy wake up. "You wanted to scene with Cade and Dylan, didn’t you?"
My mouth forms an "o" and my cheeks flame red. Peeking over at Cade and Dylan, my blush intensifies at the sight of them kissing. I get all squirmy on Daddy's lap, and even more so when his hands slide up my thighs.
His words are soft and lust-filled as he shifts my pigtails forward and kisses my neck. "Cade and I have a little bet going on." A nip. I let out a shaky breath. "He's under the impression that he has better stamina than I do."
"Oh." I clutch my tummy, getting all fluttery inside. My eyes flick between Daddy and Cade, both so different, though right now they have plenty in common, too. Mainly lust. The hunger in their eyes is palpable.
Cade tugs off his T-shirt and murmurs to his baby boy. He palms Dylan's cheek, and under his predatory gaze, he has Dylan reverting to a younger version of himself right before our eyes.
It's beautiful.
They're like night and day. Cade with his tattoos and piercings, a natural tan, and a body that reveals his fifteen or so years in construction. Dylan with his lean build, not a mark in sight, and innocence and youth written across his features.
"You're going to do your best, aren’t you?" Cade brushes the pad of his thumb over Dylan's bottom lip. "Give me a run for my money?"
Dylan gulps and nods. "Yes, Daddy."
At that, I quickly turn to Daddy again, needing to find out what all this is about. Boys make bets—it's such a guy thing—but I can be super competitive, so I gotta know.
"You're going to get me off." Daddy's eyes darken, and he positions me so I'm straddling him. "I'm going to hold back for as long as I can. And to keep you from wanting to help me stall—or Dylan to help Cade—there will be a prize for the Little who brings the first orgasm."
I purse my lips. "So, I'm gonna try to make you come as fast as I can?" He nods. "And if I win, you lose?" Not sure I like the sound of that…
"It's just for fun, sweet girl." His gaze softens. "If I lose, I'm going to give Cade season tickets to the 49ers."
I giggle behind my hand, then face Cade. "And if you lose, Mr. Kingsley?"
He smirks. "I'm gonna design the fetish furniture for the new area—the Chamber?—behind the Cave, for free."
"Yowza." I turn to Daddy once more. "What do Dylan and I get if we win? I mean, if I win or if he wins."
"You—" Daddy taps my nose "—get to bring your kittens and keep them in my office whenever we're here. For six months."
My jaw drops. Oh my God, that’s exactly what I want. Well, I want it for all eternity, but I'll take six months!
Now I really want to win, dammit.
"Yeah, you'd love that, wouldn’t you?" He chuckles. "But Dylan's also going to try to win."
"What will I get if I win?" Dylan asks curiously.
Cade answers. "I'll buy you that dog you wanted, and I'll take care of it whenever you travel for your swim meets."
Uh-oh, I'm in trouble now.
Dylan sucks in a breath, determination tightening his posture. "I'm gonna win."
The hell he is!
Chapter 6
I know just the way to seduce my Daddy, but it's going to take some preparation. It's not something I can jump into; it will feel fake and forced. At this point, I'm too excited to even try on my own.
But our Daddies are good ones; they can see we need time to center ourselves and calm down. So, they suggest we simply take it easy for a bit. They coax us patiently into casual conversation about this and that. Mostly, we talk about the new year that has started and what plans we have for it.
The wedding is obviously the biggest event for Daddy and me, but the topic soon shifts to our lifestyle. Cade and Rio, according to Daddy, host the best play parties, and now that Rio is home again, there's hope a private party will take place soon. And Cade promises to plan something really special in the near future, too.
It's while Daddy and Cade are pitching ideas for theme nights at Switch for Daddy Doms and Littles that I finally reach the place in my head I love the most.
Getting all snuggly on Daddy's lap, I glance at Dylan from under my lashes and suck in a breath when I see that he's subtly adjusting his cock. He slips a hand inside his pajama bottoms, then blushes as he catches me staring at him. Caught you. But instead of bringing out his hand again, challenge flashes in his eyes, and he gives his cock a slow stroke while watching me.
Biting my lip, feeling naughty, I hesitantly part my legs a few inches and give him a peek. His jaw clenches, and his eyes darken with lust. Next, I grab Daddy's hand and slowly bring it to my pussy, which halts the conversation. Daddy and Cade nod to each other, whatever that means—maybe we've started?—but I'm too focused on Dylan's cock to read into it.
"Mmm…" I have to struggle to keep my eyes open when Daddy's middle finger traces my smooth slit. I'm already wet, but more moisture slicks up the lips of my pussy as Dylan tugs down his PJs completely, revealing his cock.
"Daddy." He moans and hugs Cade's arm. "I'm all hard again."
"I can see that, baby." Cade wraps his fingers around Dylan's cock and kisses his temple. "You're leaking, too."
Oh. Right. Boys can also get wet, sorta. "Daddy?" I leave his lap, only to stand up in my seat and lift my dress. "Why does my kitty get wet sometimes? Is it the same for boys—because they want something?"
He coughs and clears his throat—unprepared for that, I think—and Cade mutters a bad word while Dylan just moans.
"That’s right, little one." Daddy has recovered; now he positions me with my feet on each side of him, my kitty basically in his face. "It wants something inside." Leaning forward, he keeps our gaze locked as he drops a soft kiss to my clit. That one touch awakens every fiber of my being. "You know how wet you get when Daddy puts his cock inside you, yes?" I have to force air to leave my lungs, and I nod jerkily. "It's the same thing with Dylan. His cock leaks because he wants his Daddy to touch it and use it." One long digit slides down from my cli
t to my entrance. "Perhaps Dylan wants a soft, wet pussy to sink his cock into." Daddy fingers me slowly, all while placing sensual kisses around my clit. My knees nearly buckle. "Or maybe he wants his Daddy to fuck him." And with that, he glides his finger from my pussy back to my butt. "Right here." He circles the hole, spreading the juices from my pussy.
"In his bottom?" I get all breathy and needy and achy. "Can you put your cock in my bottom, too?"
He swallows and rests his forehead at the soft spot next to my hip, his breath hot and labored over my mound. "Of course, sweetheart. Is that what you want?"
"Yes, please." Excited, I jump down from the seats and wriggle in between Daddy's legs. "First, I wanna see if your cock is wet, too." I swiftly unbuckle his leather belt before unzipping his pants. I don’t like the pain that belt can cause to my bottom, so maybe I scowl at it internally. In one fluid motion, I drop to my knees, and Daddy lifts his hips so I can pull down his pants and boxer briefs. My grin is triumphant. "I think you want something, Daddy."
I grasp his smooth, hard, and heavy cock; there's a small bead of arousal at the tip, and I lean over to lick that right up. Mmm. I love tasting Daddy, both hard and soft. Okay, hard is the best, but sometimes, before I go to bed at night, he lets me replace my thumb with his cock.
"Fuck, Kayla."
I giggle around his cock, 'cause Daddy can be so funny—cussing when he's taken off guard.
Humming and soaking him with my tongue, I take him to the back of my throat and remind myself that this is about Daddy getting off. Fast. Like a contest, and I like contests sometimes. They can be super fun.
Behind me, I feel Dylan settling on his knees, too.
Cade lets out a gritty moan. "You're not supposed to be this good, baby—oh, Jesus fucking Christ, Dylan."
As Daddy gets more and more into it, his breathing uneven and shallow, I release his cock with a pop and crawl up to his lap and kiss him all over. "May I have your cock in my bottom now?" I flutter my lashes—once, twice—and give him my sweetest smile. The one that melts him. "Pretty please?"
It works like a charm, and he tells me to get a condom and a packet of lube from the small compartment attached to the side of the booth. It's very convenient for the few people allowed to use our private space. What's not convenient is that we have to use condoms, because we don’t do that elsewhere. But…safety and hygiene measures at the club and all… So, with the condom and lubrication in hand, I give it to Daddy, and he silently twirls a finger. Turn around, baby girl, that means.
I comply and settle on his thighs so I face Cade.
My butt clenches in anticipation; it's been weeks since Daddy took me anally, and it's been days since he used my favorite plug on me.
It's light yellow with white polka dots. Daddy had it specially ordered for me because he knows yellow is my most favorite color in the whole world.
Only Daddy's cock beats that pretty plug.
"Are you being a baby slut again?" His voice is soft, almost a taunting coo, and it sets me on fire. I shift on his lap, though he doesn’t let me get too close, because he's slicking up his erection with lube. "Thinking about Daddy's cock?" I flush and duck my head as Cade's hooded eyes meet mine, an indecent smirk spreading across his lips. "I don’t think good little girls are allowed to wear such pretty dresses." Before I can even pretend to protest, Daddy pulls my dress over my head, leaving me in kneesocks and my purple Mary Janes with cute bows on the straps. "You'll be naked for the rest of the evening."
I gasp at that, sort of mortified at the thought. "Daddy! Even outside in the club?"
"Yes." He reaches around me and pinches my nipples. They get shiny from the residue of the lubricant, not to mention hard from his teasing. Goodness, it feels so good. "I want everyone to see what a gorgeous little girl I have."
Oh, all right…I guess that’s fine.
"Lift up." He gives my hip a light smack, and I stand up so he can position himself. But to my dismay—and then, suspicion—he circles my hole with a finger instead. As if he's going to prepare me. As if I'm not used to anal sex. As if he doesn’t like to stretch me out with only his cock. As if I haven't admitted that’s exactly how I like it, too!
"No! Nuh-uh." I twist my body and wrap my fingers around his cock as best as I can and guide it to my bottom. "You're not gonna distract me, Daddy. No, Siree." I won't allow him to stall.
"Clever little sweetheart you got there, Nicholas." Cade chuckles, but it morphs into a hiss of pleasure when Dylan…does something. Something Cade evidently loves. I can't see around Dylan's head, so I have no idea. "Are you that hungry for Daddy's come, baby?" Cade weaves his fingers through Dylan's hair and gazes lustfully at him.
Closing my eyes, I slowly sink down on Daddy's cock, involuntarily tightening my muscles before I force myself to relax and push for more. His low groan against my shoulder spurs me on, as do his lips against my overheated skin. The pain as he reaches deeper and deeper gives a raw, biting edge to the excitement, intensifying everything I love instead of hurting me.
Once he's completely buried inside me, I don’t pause. Need claws at me, and I lean back against Daddy to feel as much as possible. The air is thick with sex, the heavy music from outside causing the surroundings to buzz in a steady hum that only fuels my desire. Shifting my hips forward, Daddy's cock slowly slides out of me. Then I push back again, hard, and force him all the way in.
Rushing does nothing for Daddy and me, so that’s the last thing I do. Instead I show him how needy I am for him; I whimper and pull at him, hugging him from behind, my arm around his neck, my head tilted so I can kiss his jaw.
"So beautiful." Daddy's hands roam the front of my naked body. His palms, warm and smooth, slide down to my knees and under them. "Put your feet up here."
I quickly pull up my knees, the angle of his cock in my butt making me wince, but as soon as my feet are planted on the seat, on either side of Daddy, a bolt of pleasure shoots through me. Squatting over him like this lets him go deeper, and it allows me more control of the movements. Control—not used to that, but I can be a greedy girl. If there's a chance to take whatever I want from my Daddy, you won't find me complaining!
"Are you watching Cade and Dylan, baby girl?"
I wasn’t, but I do it now. A flash of heat surges forward, and my eyes grow heavy with lust. No longer sucking Cade off, Dylan is now bent over the table a couple feet away, and Cade is lubing up his cock, ready to take his little boy. The sight of Cade, so masculine, strong, and assertive with his bad-boy front, caressing Dylan's smooth bottom, his thumbs sliding between the cheeks…
I moan and arch my back, riding Daddy a bit faster.
When his hand covers my pussy, pushing two fingers inside and rubbing the pad of his thumb over my clit, it's sensory overload. At the same time, Dylan's whimpered pleas for more of Cade's cock—faster, Daddy; I want more, more, more, all of you in my butt—leave me flustered and feverish.
Cade swallows hard, his thrusts seeming rougher than intended, as if he can't help himself. He grits his teeth; his neck looks strained, and tiny beads of sweat begin to trickle down his sculpted torso.
It can't be easy for him to restrain himself when he has his Little begging for more.
"Mmm, Daddy…" I turn my head and kiss his chin. "Do you like having your cock in my bottom?"
"Jesus, Kayla." He growls through heavy breaths, then leans closer and captures my mouth in a deep kiss. "You have no idea. Maybe—maybe you should slow down a bit—fuck."
"No!" I huff and move faster. "I don’t wanna." Pressing his hand harder to my pussy, I ride both his cock and his fingers, all of which quickly brings me toward climax. The dull pain flares up and sharpens every feeling. I get hornier, more determined, needier, more desperate, and totally shameless in my chase.
Breathing is necessary, I remind myself as I get closer and closer.
"Daddy, my tummy tingles now." I gasp and squeeze my eyes shut. "Ohh!"
"Fuck, Dylan." Cade lets out
a gritty groan. Skin slapping against skin. Panted breaths. "I can't—"
I can't, either. I can't hold back. My orgasm ricochets through me in a million directions, stealing my breath, awareness, and control. Every tiny explosion bursts toward my lower belly where a bigger sensation is set off. My toes curl; I shudder violently, and I'm only vaguely aware of Daddy coming, too—along with a string of bad words. Abandoning my pussy, he grips my hips hard, groans against my neck, and yanks me down on him a final time.
When I come to, I feel light-headed and disoriented. It's like a fog, or…or, or, like when you're dreaming, and you're all sluggish.
Oddly enough, I'm not very out of breath, but maybe that passed while I was regaining a grasp on reality.
Daddy, on the other hand, sounds like he does when he comes home after his daily five-mile runs.
"Damn…" Cade mutters that, I think. I'm not sure. "Guess I'll start working on some furniture." There's the sound of a kiss. "You were too good, sweetheart."
A tired chuckle escapes Dylan. "Does that mean Mr. Ford and I won, Daddy?"
Oh, right. The bet.
As I crack open my eyes, I catch Cade smirking at Dylan. "Don’t look so smug about it. He had me beat with a few seconds. And I can still spank your ass when we get to my place." He caresses Dylan's butt and dips down to kiss the spot between his shoulder blades. "Or perhaps I'll bottle-feed you tomorrow."
I giggle sleepily, knowing that Dylan is what some refer to as a Middle. He doesn’t revert to a young child like I sometimes do; he's more at home as the cheeky pre-teen he was some thirteen years ago. In other words, baby stuff isn't for him at all. Then again, that’s not really my thing, either. There's a difference between being childlike and toddler-like.
Sighing in contentment, I lean back against Daddy, though a pinch of sadness seeps into me at the thought of my kittens not being allowed in the office upstairs, after all.
"I wish I'd won," I mumble wistfully, absently trailing my fingertips along Daddy's arm around my waist. "It would've been fun to decorate a corner for Jackson and Oliver. They'd love that."