Daddy on Demand: An MM Romance, page 1
DADDY ON DEMAND
An MM Daddy Romance
A.W. SCOTT
Copyright © 2023 by A.W. Scott
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Contents
Content Details
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Epilogue
Afterword
Acknowledgments
Content Details
This book does feature a main character who is a firefighter. There are scenes of high intensity depicted in which he must save people. Scenes include both fire and auto accidents.
This is a Daddy Kink book. It features two fully adult characters participating in a consensual relationship. If that is not your jam, then please don’t continue. There is a LOT of Daddy talk in this.
Lastly, my books are typically classified as low angst. While I still believe this book to be such, there are moments of higher angst. They are short-lived and surrounded by loads of sweet Daddy goodness.
Chapter 1
SMITH
"Star! Where did you put my keys?" I yell through the house; hopeful my daughter will respond in a timely manner.
I never would have thought my life would come to this. My daily tasks were at the whims of an almost seven-year-old girl. My daughter. The light of my life.
And honestly, sometimes, a pain in my ass. But only when she's being stubborn and channeling her uncle's energy.
“Papa!!! I don't know!!" Star screams back through the house.
We're running late this morning, and I have no doubt my office aide will remind me of it as soon as we walk through the door. As the school principal, it's my job to set the standard for how the staff acts. I'm meant to be the guidepost for all their behavior.
Blah. Blah. Blah.
The other teachers don't give a damn whether I'm on time or not. So long as I approve their vacation requests and deliver short talks during our planning meetings, they love me. Plus, we only have seven weeks until the new school year begins. No one is paying me any mind as they plan their next vacation getaway.
I hunt through the living room for the keys again. The first three times I searched, I found several other things I've recently lost including a hairbrush, an old favorite band tee, and my gym membership card. This time, I'm hoping it's the keys that pop up.
“Papa! Papa! Look at my outfit!" Star comes bursting into the room like the little tornado that she is. Her outfit consists of a pink dress with enough tulle to smuggle a small animal inside, a pair of rainbow socks, plastic high heels she got for Christmas three years ago, and one of the many tiaras she owns.
While I would love to encourage her creativity and enthusiasm for fashion, I have to be the responsible parent here. The shoes have to go and the dress... well, it really needs to be changed too. I might let the tiara slide though. I have a feeling if I don't, there might be a temper tantrum on the way.
"I love it, Star Bar," I say carefully so I don't hurt her feelings. "But this is a weekend outfit and today is Monday. It's not safe for you to wear your big dress or fancy heels to school."
She pouts and crosses her arms as she stares me down. It's as if she thinks the look will intimidate me enough to change my mind. "I don't want to change, Papa. It's too pretty."
"There's no arguing today. We're already running late. If you change without further prodding, I'll grant you one wish from the wish jar later." With that promise, she rushes off to her room to change, her argument long forgotten.
It's moments like these that I remember her mother best. Charlene was a fierce warrior of a woman who was convinced one night together would change my mind about my sexuality. I'd had enough to drink to believe her. It didn't matter that I'd never been with a woman or that we barely knew each other.
A few months later, Charlene appeared at my door with tears in her eyes and an apology on her tongue. Not only did she tell me she was several weeks pregnant, but she also had to explain that she was terminally ill with cancer. She believed she had enough time to deliver the baby, though after that, she wouldn't be around to see her grow.
I moved her into my house that same day. Together, we moved through her pregnancy. I watched life grow inside her even as her own life force slipped further and further away. It was beautiful and heartbreaking all at once.
Charlene gave me the greatest gift in this life, and I thank her for it every day. Even on days like this where I CAN'T FIND MY FUCKING KEYS.
All because my princess told me she needed "real" keys to start her imaginary car with. I'd been too tired to argue after an exhausting day at the school, a round of kickboxing class, and then our dinner routine. She'd caught me when I wasn't thinking straight, and now I'm lost without a way to get us to the school.
I pause my searching to think. If I were a six-year-old, where would I hide my dad's keys?
From there, I begin searching in the most ridiculous places possible. Under the recliner chair in the corner where the carpet bunched up. In the kitchen pantry behind the flour bag. Behind my first edition copy of Robin Hood. Inside the bathroom cabinet.
They’re all places my girl likes to hide things. She always picks the least likely place to ditch an item. Whether intentional or not, it makes finding things difficult when it comes down to the wire and I really need them.
Another ten minutes pass before I locate my keys in the freezer drawer. They're right next to an open container of rocky road, so I have no doubts about what changed her mind.
"Star! Time to go!" She rounds the corner at the sound of my voice, her clothes much more school appropriate this time. A simple pink and red dress in place of the super poofy one, and her heels are now sneakers with unicorns on the side.
"I'm ready. Let's get this over with."
Star grabs her bag and takes off for the garage. Sometimes it amazes me how her personality can go from zero to one hundred so easily. One second, she's my sweet angel and the next, she's a grown woman on a mission. It's the constant topsy-turvy of change that I struggle to keep up with.
I get her buckled in, then drive us the half hour to school. While we're not technically late for the school day yet, I'm definitely behind on all my morning duties. I park in my reserved spot, then usher Star in as quickly as possible. Swinging by the drop off station for car riders, I hand her over to the teacher on duty after dropping to give her a big hug. No matter how big she gets, my girl will always get love from me when we have to part. As the only parent in her life, I try to make sure she knows just how special she is to me and how much I love her.
After leaving her to be with her friends, I rush to my office. My new assistant, Belinda, an older woman with a permanent scowl etched in her features, gives me a scathing look when I wave to her. "You're late," she tells me.
"Yet the bell hasn’t rang yet. It will be ok." At that, she only glares harder, a feat I didn't think possible.
"You have a meeting this morning with three potential replacements for Mr. Monroe for next year. They'll begin arriving within the hour. No other commitments to speak of." She gives the speech in a dry tone, like she can't understand how anything else I would do today would be important enough to mention.
If my former assistant hadn't moved away to be closer to her family, then I wouldn't be in this situation. Having a woman who can't stand your guts, yet you don't know why, is horrible motivation to want to come to work.
Still, I love my job. The kids in this school feel like family, and though I hadn't seen myself in this role at first, it feels like where I'm meant to be. It also helps because when my daughter inevitably gets into trouble, I'm here to help guide her. It works for now, though I might have to consider what to do when she gets past the elementary stage.
"Thanks for your help, Belinda. I'll be in my office," I tell her as I step away and bite my tongue.
Inside my precious space, I feel more at home. It's not the biggest office in the world, but there's more than enough room for what I need. A single solid oak desk sits towards one side, with my computer and my always growing stack of paperwork. A bookshelf is behind the desk, and another sits on the far opposite wall. I've got two semi-comfy black leather chairs for guests to sit in, and a beanbag chair in the corner for when kids stop by.
All in all, it's a space I feel most represents me as a principal. It's a mix of business and casual, though sometimes I wish it could be even more laid-back. I'd love an office full of toys and drawings from the students. They could feel free to bring them by anytime they like, and I wouldn't feel guilty for displaying them instead of my college degrees like I'm supposed to
So much of life is made of what we're supposed to be doing. I would love to have a moment of doing what I want to do.
That's where my hobby with Daddy on Demand comes into play. Ages ago, when I wasn’t a father and had no other heavy time commitments, I began running an anonymous ad in the local paper in the LGBTQ section. It read:
Have you ever just had a really bad day and needed someone to take care of you? Ever wished you had someone to call to tell you what you should do step-by-step because thinking is too hard? Did you ever wonder if having a Daddy was right for you, but you had no one to try it with?
Well then, I’m your guy. Call 555-215-6498 for more details and to get an estimate today!
With that single ad, I built an entire business model. I even have a website that I now use with a built-in app. I’d tried to keep it simple over the years, but it became too much for just me to handle. Even after taking a break after Star was born, I couldn’t keep up with the demand — no pun intended.
I reached out to a friend of a friend a while back, and he got me in touch with Stryker Global. He swore they were the best at bringing ideas to life.
After one meeting with Miguel Stryker and Grayson, his app making right-hand man, I felt confident they could help me expand. As part of bringing the idea to their doorstep, I earned a share of profits from the app. It wasn’t anything to shout from the rooftops, but it definitely helped a ton where my teaching salary didn’t cover.
Nowadays, Daddy on Demand matches boys and littles with their ideal Daddy after they select a variety of desires. Things from bedtime stories to needing to have someone help you call the doctor for an appointment. There are even in-person settings too, though I never use those. My use of DOD is simply to fill that need inside me to have a boy of my own without the time commitment.
My life is too busy with work and with Star for me to explore that part of my desires again. Before meeting Charlene and having our daughter, I would have gladly taken on everything there was to offer, but I won't risk losing any time with my girl or shirking my work responsibilities just for a physical hookup.
No, that's what hands are for. I've got a vivid enough imagination to make it work.
Thinking of the app, I pull it out to see if I have any more requests listed. The notification bar is noticeably blank. I glare at it, wishing it would change to that bold red dot to let me know someone out there needs me. That someone wants me to help them and guide them through whatever they're going through.
I give it another few minutes, then when I don't see anything come up, I turn back to face the day ahead. Interviews, paperwork, and roaming the halls are what my future consists of. Not boys in need of a loving Daddy to help them through their day.
Chapter 2
ZACH
I stare at the phone in my hand like it's going to start screeching all my secrets at any given moment. Not that there's a whole lot to tell. Well, maybe not a lot, but there is one thing in particular I'm not sure how I'd explain to the guys.
My Daddy on Demand app sits there patiently, as if waiting for me to make the next move. I've setup the profile and listed my basic stats. Yet even two months after signing up, I still haven't listed what I need in a Daddy.
It could be because I don't know what the fuck I'm actually doing. This entire thing is based off a suspicion I have.
After watching Keller fall in love with his two men, I wondered if there was more to their dynamic than just the unique throuple aspect. Then, Damien went and got Hector as his boyfriend. And right away, I saw the similarities to what Keller was like with Neil, one of his partners.
So, I kept my eyes open. I watched and listened, almost to a stalkerish level.
And then I heard it... “Daddy.”
I'd been around the block long enough to know what kinks were. I knew the basics of it, and I felt I wasn't as vanilla as most with my partners. Yet I'd never played with the Daddy lifestyle. Not because I thought there was anything wrong with it. It was more like I didn't have anyone I felt could fill that role.
Then I saw him.
Smith. The principal of a school we visited a while back—hell, nearly a year ago now. I'd been captivated by his looks that day. He was muscular, though not the scary kind. And his hair was longer than a lot of guys wear it. If those things weren't distracting enough, he wore a fucking cardigan and held his daughter like she was the most precious thing in the world.
If there had ever been a picture-perfect vision of a Daddy for me, then that would have been it. Smith checked all my boxes and then some.
Normally, I would have pursued him directly to see about a relationship. For some reason, I couldn't bring myself to ask him, though. I couldn't get it to come out, nor could I find the will to go back to the school to speak with him about it.
I wish I had the courage to just walk up and say, "Will you be my Daddy?"
But in my head, there are two main issues with that pathway. The first is that I have no idea if he's a Daddy kink connoisseur or not. And the second is that I have zero experience.
Hence me still staring at this damn app and wondering what the hell to do. As if the universe has a sense of humor, Damien drops down beside me on the couch. We're both on shift today and he's been pacing through the room as if he can't find a state of comfort to settle into. I don't know if it's being away from Hector that's causing it, or if he's just looking to stay busy.
I turn my phone face down in my lap. "What's up, man?"
Keep cool. Keep cool.
Damien's gaze moves from my eyes to my phone, then back up. "You've been staring at that thing for hours, Zach. What's going on? Is everything ok? We're here if you need to talk."
I will my mouth to stay shut. This isn't a conversation to have on a Tuesday morning at nine a.m.. Hell, I don't know if there is an ideal time to discuss it. And for as much as I know about their relationships, the guys don't necessarily know about mine. Or rather, they don't know about my curiosity. They don't know that I've become a fly on the wall of their lives as I try to see if this is the thing I've been missing.
"I..."
"Don't lie to me," Damien says with a frown. "I can tell you were about to lie, so don't even start. Be honest. I'm not going to judge you."
It's the sincerity in his tone that breaks my resolve. This is my friend. He's had my back in more than one fire. Literally at that, given our jobs. Why can't I trust him with this? There's no doubt in my mind that he'll see it and be happy for me. Or hell, maybe he could even help me.
Instead of speaking, I flip my phone face up and hand it over. Damien takes it cautiously, then begins to read over my profile. The further he gets, the more his shoulders drop. I didn't realize how tense he was while worrying about me.
"This is it? This is what you've been lost in all morning?" I nod my head as I wait for his reaction. "Shit, man. I had no idea. This is awesome. I mean, good for you for finding a way to make this life work with our schedule and stuff. How has it been if that's not too personal?"
I shake my head. "I haven't done anything yet. I signed up forever ago, but I still haven't filled out my wants or needs. It won't match me with anyone until I do."
His eyes widen. "Then let's fill it out. Why wait any longer?"
"I don't know," I say slowly. "It feels like too much all at once. What do I even put?"
Damien smiles as he waves the phone in my direction. "You put in whatever you want. That's why it works so well. You don't have to do or say anything you don't want to. Would it help if I guide you through it?"
"You'd do that for me?"
"Of course," he says so quickly I know it must be true. "I would be more than happy to. Plus, I think the less you look at the setup process, the easier it will be. It's overwhelming you right now, which is a sure sign you could use a Daddy. He'd be able to help you through something like this with no problem."
