Touch: The Complete Series

by Cara Dee

  "Then we learned about your accident," I continue, "and she shut down in an instant, afraid of being cast aside. I'd had it with the charades, so we talked things out pretty quickly, but it could've gone the same way you and I did."

  "I'm glad it didn’t," he whispers. "You need her in your life."

  "I think you do, too." I touch the side of his head and tilt it my way. "You light up when you're around each other."

  He bites his lip.

  Not saying anything for a while, he shifts close again and wraps his arm around my middle, holding me tightly. I give him a long squeeze too, and he lifts his head to kiss me.

  I hum in contentment, the relief continuing to course through me. That discomfort of feeling unsettled eases, and I let my hands wander his sexy body to get a bigger fill. As if he's a drug, touching him and keeping him near bring me comfort.

  "If I could go back in time…" He pauses to catch his breath, and I brush my thumb over his thoroughly kissed lips. "I would've been more honest. I shouldn’t have lied and pretended it was okay to go from dating to just D/s, and I hope you can forgive me for that. I also hope you can forgive me for going to that party without your permission. It never sat right with me anyway. I was miserable there."

  "There's nothing left to forgive, Dylan."

  Chapter 13

  "Breakfast's ready, ya lazy runts." I leave the kitchen and grin at the mess they've made of the bed. Almost naked and surrounded by the blankets they've yanked down from the epic fort days, Gabriella's on her stomach, humming happily while she draws on Dylan's cast. He, in turn, is watching cartoons and absently caressing her thigh.

  "We should eat in bed," Gabriella says.

  "You think so, huh?" I give her cute ass a smack. "Then we'd be cleaning up your crumbs all day." With a grip on her ankles, I pull her down to the foot of the bed, causing her to squeal, and turn her over onto her back. "You're the messiest, most perfect little girl I could ever dream of. Did I mention messy?"

  Her squeals and laughter ring out louder as I dip down and blow raspberries on her stomach.

  "Oh my gosh, stop it!" she gasps.

  "Never," I chuckle, doing it again. Then I hook two fingers below her panties and reveal her pretty little cunt and do it there, too.

  A breathy, moaned shriek leaves her.

  "Daddy! Ohhh…"

  I hum, giving her clit a wet, openmouthed kiss. "Mmm, delicious," I rumble. "Sometimes, Daddy can't help himself." After readjusting her panties, I give her a hand and help her off the bed. She reaches for her pajama top and puts it on. "Go sit down."

  "Mm'kay." Skipping has become her normal. I love it.

  Next is Dylan, and I join him at his side of the bed so I can assist him to the table. Someone's excited under his boxers.

  I guide him to his feet—or foot, as it is—and once he's standing, I peer down at his underwear and raise a brow at him.

  "You're hard, baby boy."

  He sucks in a breath and nods.

  "Why's that?" I grasp his cock firmly, his skin warm and smooth in my hand.

  "Unf—" He shudders. "It m-made me hot to see you kiss her down there."

  I stroke him teasingly and lean in, nuzzling his jaw. He smells of sleep, soap, and sex, and it gets my own cock thickening. "Down where?" I whisper in his ear. "Tell me the truth."

  He groans softly, his forehead falling to my collarbone, and he reflexively thrusts into my hand. "Her pussy, Daddy. Okay? You kissed her pussy."

  I smile against his neck and drop a kiss there. "Good boy. Let's eat."

  *

  When breakfast is over and everyone's gotten ready for the day, we head out. It's Saturday, meaning allowance day, and Gabriella wants to hit up Build-A-Bear for a new stuffie.

  Dylan doesn’t put up the same fight as she did about accepting some money for fun stuff, mainly 'cause we went over this the first time we got together. With an eye-roll and a timid grin, he thanks me and says he would like to buy something for the club tonight.

  We arrive at the mall, and Gabriella runs into the store to find the toy she looked up online earlier. Dylan and I aim for a bench and wait right outside, and I take the opportunity to see if there's a theme or any special event at Switch.

  "You might wanna log in and let your friends know you're alive, kiddo," I tell Dylan. Scrolling down the wall of mutual friends, Kayla and Chelsea are two of those who have recently left him messages. "Rio's sub has defended you well." I smile wryly.

  He winces and leans his head on my shoulder. "I told her everything when I was still delusional and thought I'd done nothin' wrong."

  I chuckle and kiss the top of his head. "Either way, you've got a good friend in her. Let her know you're okay."

  He nods. "I'll see her tonight, I think?"

  "Doubtful." I show him the screen on my phone so he can see the theme for tonight. Appropriate for us that it's Little Time, not so much for a pain-slut slash slave slash 24/7 submissive.

  "That looks fun." Dylan smiles widely and grabs my phone. Fucking adorable. He scans the description, the special items on the menu, and the demo listing. "Yeah, no, Chelsea and Master Rio won't be there."

  Probably not. Rio's very fond of the Littles in his group of friends, but a whole club of them is a bit too much for him.

  Lifting my gaze, I check in on Gabriella, and she's having fun perusing the shelves in the store. She's on the phone too, I'm guessing with Kayla. They like shopping for toys together.

  "I'll call her before Switch." Dylan returns my phone, and I pocket it. "Did you see the bar menu? They'll be serving gummy bears with every soda. And there's gonna be a chocolate fountain. I remember the last event, there was mostly stuff for little Littles, but I can get behind a chocolate fountain, no problem."

  I laugh, finding his excitement too cute for words. Nick's been hosting more themed nights for Bigs and Littles since he met Kayla, and I'm guessing she's the biggest inspiration when picking activities and so on.

  "There's a suggestion box in the lobby, you know." I nudge his shoulder. "Or you can talk to Nicholas. I'm sure he'll be happy to put together something for the boys, too. Or Middles in general."

  He grins and looks away. "Mr. Ford says I rile up Kayla."

  "Well, you do." I snort a chuckle and throw an arm around his shoulders. "You're a brat, and Nick's the one who has to deal with Kayla's reactions to your bratting." In the corner of my eye, I see Gabriella walking up to the register to pay for her stuffie. Good Lord. I clear my throat. "Actually, I take that back. You're the perfect older brother who infuriates the girls with hair pulling, pranks, and general mischief. With that in mind, please lie to your sister and say her new pony is pretty."

  Dylan follows my gaze and cracks up.

  It is funny, but I'm proud of her.

  Gabriella's finding herself after John's hell, and she's experimenting to see what fits her. Clothes, hair, style, toys, hobbies—all of it. No longer interested in the classic little-girl items, her wish list at home is packed with alternative options. By alternative, some would say weird as fuck. Like her new purple pony, decked out in a leather jacket, tiara, sparkly tutu, and what look like fake rollerblades.

  She doesn’t give two shits about matching. She's grabbed the accessories she finds the coolest, and it shows she's a mix of badass and sweetheart. Same with her clothes, where she's often blending cool with cute.

  Wicked princess. That’s what she told me she wants to be, and she is.

  I watch her politely decline a bag for the stuffie, and she automatically gives a small curtsy when she's paid.

  Jesus Christ, I love her.

  I love her.

  Exiting the store, her eyes light up, and she walks quickly toward us. Her smile becomes smaller, as if she's nervous about our reactions. She knows her choices are a little out there by comparison. I'm just stoked she doesn’t care about following. She's creating her own path.

  "Look what I got." She sits down next to me and holds up the pon
y. "What do you think?"

  I grin faintly and reach out to touch the shiny, cotton-stuffed rollerblades. "It's perfect for you, princess."

  Dylan bobs his head, this time pinching his lips for other reasons than being lost in thought. "Pretty. Very, uh, unique."

  I do the sighing in my head.

  There's no way Gabriella buys that, but it's evidently my lucky day and I'm spared any Little drama.

  "All right, Dylan's next. PJs for Switch, yeah?" I stand up and hand him his crutches. "Anything else you wanna get, Gabriella?"

  She shakes her head. "No, Sir. The rest goes into my piggy bank." Next, she stands up on her toes to whisper in Dylan's ear. "We gots to save for Daddy's birthday, don’t forget."

  I pretend I didn’t hear that and direct my smile at the nearest shop window instead.

  "Duh, like I'll forget that," Dylan whispers back.

  *

  After scanning my membership tag at Switch, I help Dylan set up a new account. He's just offered his driver's license when Gabriella scans hers and the blip goes off.

  Dylan thinks it's hilarious that she's the latest kinky criminal, and I, personally, think it's hilarious that he's being a brat. Maybe I'll get to punish him tonight. There's something I've been meaning to try, and I need a disobedient sub for that.

  "Daddy, Dylan's being a meanie." Gabriella scowls.

  "And you're a rat." Dylan shakes his head.

  I suppress my amusement and hand Gabriella her bag so she can go change. Dylan arrived in PJ bottoms and can simply remove his tee. The princess couldn’t exactly get here in her pink, very see-through camisole, a matching thong, and her bunny slippers.

  She takes off to the changing room, and I lean a shoulder against the wall, hands in the pockets of my jeans.

  "What did I tell you about being nice, little pan?" I ask.

  "Sorry." Dylan chews on his lip, struggling to kill his mischievous grin. "It's just funny to tease her. She gets so mad."

  This is where I'm stuck. I get off on their playful rivalry—hell, so do they—so it's near impossible for me to prevent it, or even try. There's no will for it.

  "It's your ass that gets it." I shrug.

  By the time Gabriella comes back, Dylan's a member of Switch again, a handful of kinksters have welcomed him back and expressed their well-wishes for a speedy recovery, and he's managed to mention the chocolate fountain twice.

  Two Doms openly eye-fuck my girl as she shuffles close to me, not that I can blame them. She's sin personified.

  "Gorgeous, baby."

  "Christ, Gabriella," Dylan mumbles.

  She blushes and grabs my hand.

  "Come on, you two." I have a booth in mind. Dylan's pain hasn’t been too brutal today, which is a relief, though he's been on his feet most of the day, and I can tell he's tired.

  Nicholas has been shopping. Half the dance floor in the Club is now a playground, complete with tunnels to squirm through, a couple portable sex swings on stands, rocking horses with dildos, mattresses and pillows for wrestling and pillow fights, and a station for body painting.

  What's been left of the dance floor is covered in balloons, and Littles hop around and dance among the strobe lights in various states of undress.

  How the hell are the Doms gonna be able to control their Littles here?

  "Oh. My. Gosh!" Gabriella stiffens and covers her mouth, eyes wide and taking in her surroundings.

  She's not the only one excited. More people pour into the club, and several squeals ring out. There's the usual music playing, though not nearly as loud.

  Dylan smiles. "Where's the chocolate fountain?"

  I let out a laugh and point toward the bar. "Right there." Mark's behind it, and he's not alone. He's got Brayden working with him tonight. Either Evangeline is at home, or she's around here somewhere.

  "Daddy, can I play?" Gabriella begins tugging on my hand. "Please, pretty please? I'll be so good."

  I spot Kayla by the body painting and nod in that direction. "If you stay by Kayla, you can go. I gotta be able to see you at all times, though."

  "Yes, Sir, thank you, thank you." She hops up and gives me a peck on the cheek, and then she's gone. "Kayla!"

  So much for her revealing Dylan as a big surprise.

  "Looks like it's just you and me, beautiful boy." I usher him to an empty booth where he can put his leg up and get comfortable. "What do you want to drink?" I slide in after him and nod at a waitress.

  "Cherry Coke, please." He shrugs out of his T-shirt while I set aside his crutches. "Can I have some marshmallows from the fountain, too?"

  "Yeah, of course." There're a few subs running fruits and candy through the drizzling chocolate right now, so I'll make sure he'll get the chance to do that when he's rested. The waitress comes over, and I order a beer for myself, Dylan's Cherry Coke and sweets, and Gabriella's Fanta.

  It's not long after that I see Nicholas heading over. He stops the waitress on the way, says something to which she nods, and then he joins us with a warm smile.

  "This is a pleasant surprise. Good to have you home again, Dylan."

  "Thank you, Sir." Strobe lights briefly hit his face before moving on, revealing a ghost of a blush on his cheeks. "I'm lucky they wanted me back."

  "We're lucky, too." I stroke his leg under the table.

  "Less happy to hear about your accident." Nick's forehead creases, and he eyes Dylan's leg that's propped up on the seat. "You'll make a full recovery, I hope?"

  Dylan phrases his words for a beat before answering. "Kind of," he says slowly. "With some career changes, it'll be good. I'm motivated."

  His hands find mine, and I bring it to my mouth for a kiss.

  "That's good. You know we're here for you." Nick adjusts his tie and turns to me. "What do you guys think of my last event?"

  "Last?" My brow furrows. "You've created heaven on earth for these brats. If you rip it away, I'm gonna have to think you're a bit of a Sadist, buddy."

  He chuckles and runs a hand through his hair. "No, this one's staying. It's only the last one I plan. I don’t have the time anymore, so Kayla's starting a committee and taking over this part."

  That makes sense. Nick owns five or six clubs in the Bay Area, this one being his baby. It's his only fetish club, and he has his main office here. Despite that he has people managing the clubs for him, I reckon he's drowning in work anyway.

  Nick nods at Dylan. "You should join the event planning, little one. If Kayla's in charge by herself, it'll be like this every night." He smirks while I chuckle. "I told her she'd have to include Doms and subs who're into kinks that scare her, too. That was a fun day."

  Oh, I bet.

  The waitress returns with our drinks as well as a bowl of Twizzlers that gets Dylan excited. Then as he's munching on marshmallows and licorice, he nervously asks Nicholas if it's all right if he still attends the wedding.

  My buddy shrugs, removing garnish from his vodka. "As far as I'm concerned, nothing's changed. You've been on the guest list since you RSVP'd. I assume you'll be staying with your Daddy and sister?"

  "Yes, Sir," Dylan replies.

  "Then there's no problem." Nick smiles.

  "Eeeep! Dylan!" That would be Kayla, who's spotted Dylan now. With Gabriella in tow, she runs over to our table. The bratty sweetheart has glitter all over her face, and her fingertips are covered in paint. "Gabriella just told me you were here!"

  My princess twirls a pink streak in her hair with a sheepish expression. "I forgot—I got so excited by the body paint."

  Kayla tosses her a frustrated look. "When people you love come home, you tell your friends!"

  "Easy there, baby girl." Nicholas's eyes show the mirth his tone doesn’t.

  "Well, I told you now," Gabriella says. "Daddy, can I go back to the playground? I picked out a cool butterfly to paint on my cheek."

  "You can wait for Kayla," I reply.

  "But, why? I'll be right over there." She points.

  I shrug, dra
ping an arm along the back of the booth. "You're still banned, hon. Doesn’t leave a lot of wiggle room for complaints. Either you go with your friend, or you don’t go at all."

  I don't believe for a second she'll do anything wrong, but consequences are consequences. She'll take them.

  "I'm almost finished here," Kayla promises. "I just gots to get past these domly types who are blocking me from hugging Dylan."

  Nicholas and I exchange a smile, and we offer Kayla mild looks of confusion.

  "I don't see how we're in the way, Kayla," I say.

  "Me either." Nick shakes his head. "If you want to hug your friend, there's a clear path right here." He pats the table.

  That flusters Kayla, and she tugs on her tiny dress. Barely covering her butt as it is, she knows she'll flash the club if she gets on the table.

  Dylan snickers and hugs his bowl to him.

  "That's so cruel," Kayla huffs. "Aren't they mean, Gabriella?"

  "The meanest of them all," she sings. Keep it up, girl. "Sometimes, I wanna spank them and say, 'Bad Daddy!'"

  The girls fucking lose it, bending over in laughter and wheezing out "Bad Daddy!" over and over.

  "If that’s not inspiring, I don’t know what is," Nicholas drawls.

  Yeah, couldn’t agree more. I guess it won't be Dylan who gets it tonight. That’s okay, I can try public plug fucking on him another time.

  "They're in trouble, aren't they?" Dylan's practically vibrating in his seat. "Can I watch?"

  "Everyone can watch. Excuse me, I'll be right back." Nicholas leaves the table.

  I think he and I are on the same page, 'cause the girls made it so easy for us, so I take it from there.

  "Are you done laughing?" I ask them.

  Gabriella's all attitude tonight, and she holds up a finger, silently saying almost.

  She's putting me on hold…

  Swiftly leaving the booth, I stun her to silence when I grab her neck and roughly push her facedown onto the table. I tighten my grasp on her delicate neck and speak in her ear.