Finding His Daddy, page 3
Day hissed, and Zachary felt his body stiffen. He took his arm and led him away, feeling Day relax beneath his hand. “Want to go back to our table or see some more?”
“Table, please. I need to…think.”
“It can be a lot to take in, but we have something for everyone, and no one is made to feel ashamed about their needs.”
Day didn’t answer, and when Zachary looked at him, he saw him biting his lip. Zachary took them back to their seats and passed Day the bottle of water he’d left behind. He watched him drink, his eyes following the movement of his Adam’s apple.
He could imagine it move as he swallowed Zachary’s come, and the visual had him moving restlessly on his seat. He needed to calm down. Day was still undecided, still unsure, and Zachary didn’t want to push him away. Far from it. Zachary wanted Day for himself. He just had to go slow to get there.
Chapter Four
DAY DIDN’T SAY a word. His mind was racing, thoughts bouncing around inside. The little being spanked was front and center, and he knew what he’d seen confirmed what he wanted. He only needed to find the right Dom to help him.
He glanced at Zachary—who was sitting back in his chair, looking to the world like he was fine, something Day most certainly wasn’t. He licked his lips and sipped his water, imagining his ass up in the air as his Daddy spanked him for being naughty.
He almost groaned out loud at the visual and the feelings it created in his body. His dick pulsed behind his zipper, and he wanted nothing more than to take it out and come. He couldn’t though, and he wasn’t going to ask Master Zachary to help him out. He didn’t want to give the wrong impression.
Master Zachary smiled at him, and Day smiled back, ignoring the way his cheeks heated. Master Zachary tilted his head to the side and asked, “Are you sure you’re okay?”
“I’m just thinking.”
“Good thoughts, I hope.”
Day shrugged, then caught the way Zachary narrowed his eyes slightly at him. “They are. I’m…the scenes…”
“Which one spoke to you the most?” Day moved on his seat and stared at his bottle of water. He wished he could open his mouth and let the words flow freely. They were there, begging to be spoken, but something held him back. “Do you want me to tell you which one I preferred?”
Day nodded. “Please.”
“As I said earlier, I’m a Daddy Dom, so the scene where the little was being spanked spoke to me more than any others tonight. I liked the others too, but there is something about a Daddy and his little that I enjoy more.”
“What about the paddle?”
“I like to use the paddle, but not the whip or the flogger. I like to inflict a small amount of pain, but not too much. The pain is more of a punishment for my little when he’s crossed the line. It would be something agreed between the two of us.”
“The two of us?” Day repeated dumbly. What? Him and Master Zachary?
“Me and my little. When you have any type of role play, you need to have the lines in place. Do we role play on the weekends only? Is it during the week? Is it a permanent situation?”
“A 24/7?”
“Yes. There is a couple here who play on the weekends only, but during the week they explore aspects of BDSM. There is flexibility in every relationship. No one relationship is better than the other. All are unique and have boundaries in place.”
Day stared at the bar, seeing Carlton glare at him. He lifted his chin and stared at him until he turned around. “Can I ask a question?”
“Of course, you can.”
“Carlton. I don’t understand why he’s pissed I’m not with him.”
“First, it’s Master Carlton.” Zachary held up his hand when Day opened his mouth. “Yes, I agree that Master isn’t a title I would use, but we have rules here. Second, he doesn’t like it when a sub defies him, and you did that earlier when you told him no.”
“How do you know all this?”
“Master Rupert informed me of what happened.”
“Why would he?”
Master Zachary smiled, but didn’t answer the question. Instead, he asked one of his own. “Is there anything else you’d like to see? Maybe one of the semi-private rooms.”
“Why the different rooms? I read some stuff and came to the intro, but I’m curious. Group room, I get, but then you have semi-private. Is that for a small select group to watch?”
“It can be for whatever you want as long as it is safe and consensual. Usually a small group of people who use the room as they see fit. They may invite a few others to watch or not. The private rooms are obviously that. Private, and we have strict rules when you’re in there, as no one else is there to observe what’s happening. We have a silent alarm, and a phone that is checked by everyone who books the private rooms. If something was to occur and they needed assistance, then the phone is used.”
“Something?” Day didn’t like the sound of that.
Zachary nodded. “A Dom can get carried away in the heat of the moment. It should never happen when a scene is occurring. The Dom and sub would have worked out the scene beforehand, but…distractions can occur. If that was to occur, then the phone is there, and the Dom will be dealt with. Safety is of utmost importance here for all concerned.”
“How many private rooms are there?”
“We have seven, which are usually booked in advance. We have four semi-private rooms and the group play room. We also have the stage and the main floor.”
“You know a lot about this place. Have you been coming here for a while?”
Zachary smiled as Day watched. He liked Zachary’s smile. It lit his whole face up and made the years melt away, and boy did it make Day want more than a conversation. “I’ve been coming here since it opened, so that’s about five years now.”
“Do you have a sub?” Day reared back, surprised he’d asked the question. “Oh my god. I’m really sorry. Forget I asked that.”
“I don’t have sub. I’m waiting for the right one to come along.”
“You are?”
“I am.” Zachary’s eyes stared into his, and Day swallowed at the desire he could see in them. He licked his lips and took a mouthful of water before breaking eye contact and looking away. He needed a minute to think.
“I have to go the restroom.”
“I’ll be here waiting for you. You know which one to use?”
Day nodded, then gave him a quick smile and made his way over to the restroom. He saw the one for subs and ducked inside, sighing when he found the area empty. He leaned back against a wall and closed his eyes. Zachary was…something else. Maybe something Day could have. A Daddy Dom and Day desperately wanted a Daddy Dom to help him simply be.
Would Zachary be that man? Could he help Day find the peace he desperately sought? Day bit his lip and moved to an empty cubicle when another sub came in. He wasn’t ready to have a conversation yet. His mind was a mess, and he had to go back out and speak to Zachary before he left.
He needed to leave and get his thoughts in some form of order. He couldn’t hide out in the restroom all night and he had a hot man—no, a Daddy Dom—waiting for him.
He left the restroom and walked over to the table, but on the way, Carlton stepped in front of him, blocking his path. “This isn’t over.”
“It is, Carlton. I’m not interested in what you have to offer. I wasn’t before, and I’m not now.”
Carlton grabbed his arm, but another hand reached over and twisted Carlton’s away. “Master Carlton.” Zachary spoke quietly as he pulled Carlton’s hand away. “Day, please go and sit at our table while I speak to Master Carlton.”
Day nodded and walked over to their table, glancing over his shoulder repeatedly to see what was happening. Zachary stood close to Carlton, and Day could see Carlton’s face pale. Whatever Zachary was saying, it was hitting the mark. No sooner had he finished talking than Carlton left the club.
Zachary leaned over the bar and said something to the bartender then walked over to Day. Not that it was walk as such. His long legs ate up the distance between them and oozed confidence and sex. Day’s eyes were glued to the large bulge Zachary had, and when Zachary raised an eyebrow, Day looked away.
He swore under his breath when he felt his cheeks heat. When Zachary sat next to him rather than opposite, Day furrowed his brow. “Are you okay?” he asked.
“Carlton won’t be returning tonight. He has to come in tomorrow to speak to management about his recent conduct here.”
“Oh, so he’s in trouble.”
“Yes. We have rules in place. One of them is only ask once. He’s hounded you since you walked in through the doors, and that isn’t acceptable. Another rule is we don’t grab anyone unless it has been agreed. He put his hands on you a number of times tonight. That will be discussed in the meeting too.”
“What will happen to him?”
Zachary shrugged. “Possible probation, so he can show he’s improved, but I’m not sure that will work. This isn’t the first time he’s crossed the line, and something needs to be done about it.”
“Will you tell management what happened?”
Zachary smiled slightly. “I am management, Day.”
Day’s mouth fell open, and he quickly snapped it shut. “Really? Holy shit, I never knew.” Zachary raised an eyebrow, and Day licked his lips. “Sorry?”
“We can talk about these things another time. What do you think about the club so far?”
“I like it. I like how you can be you, and no one will call you out for it.”
“Will you come again?”
Day locked eyes with Zachary and nodded. If Zachary was there, then he would be too. The Dom made Day’s body hyperaware of him, made his dick ache with need. He wanted to talk more, explore this side he wanted to let out. It helped that Zachary was a Daddy Dom. “I want to.”
“I could meet you, if you want?”
Day nodded. “I’d like that. Can I ask a question?” He wanted to know all about Zachary being a Daddy Dom. What he liked and didn’t like, but more importantly, did he like him? Maybe he wouldn’t ask that one.
“You just did.”
Day rolled his eyes. “Smart ass.”
Zachary raised an eyebrow again. “Such naughty language, Day. Are you looking to be punished?”
Day swooned and asked, “You’re a Daddy Dom, right?”
“Good dodge,” Zachary murmured. “I am,” he answered in a louder voice. “Why do you ask?”
Day shuffled on his seat, and Zachary placed a hand on his thigh, stilling him. “I’m curious.”
“Answer me this. Could you see yourself with a binky in your mouth and wearing a diaper?”
Day cringed and quickly shook his head. “Fuck, no!”
“Language, boy.”
“Sorry, Sir.” Day blinked. He hadn’t meant to say the word, but it had slipped free, and it had felt strangely right to be calling Zachary sir.
“I prefer boys, as I’ve said. I want to look after him, care for him, see to his needs. Diapers isn’t part of what I’m after.”
“A boy, boy.”
“Exactly.” Zachary tilted his head and asked, “Is that what you want?”
Day froze. He wasn’t ready to go into his wants. Not just yet. “I have to go.”
Zachary moved, giving Day space to get up, and frowned at him. “I’m sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable. It wasn’t my intention.”
“I’m not ready to talk about it.”
“Come back when you are, and I will answer all your questions.”
Day nodded and quickly left, relaxing once he was outside. He hadn’t expected to react the way he did when Zachary had asked him what he’d wanted. He’d gone there to be a little, a boy, but he couldn’t say the words when he needed to. But at least he’d gone.
He left the building behind and grabbed a cab. He needed to go home and think. He’d seen more than he’d expected, but he’d also met Carlton and then Zachary who seemed to want to get to know him better. Just as Day wanted to get to know Zachary better.
The tall Dom with dark hair and blue eyes had Day imagining being fucked. Being held down and taken hard. He also saw himself being Zachary’s little, and he clenched his hands. He wanted to, but he’d hidden that part of himself for so long, he knew it would be hard to let it all out.
Zachary. He could be the one to help set Day free. Zachary could be the one to release Day from his own bonds. He wouldn’t know unless he returned, so Day made plans. He had to go back. He had to be free.
Chapter Five
“SO HOW DID it go?” Rourke asked as he sat next to Day at lunch. Rourke was Day’s ex and had told him about Lock and Key. He wasn’t into anything like that, but he knew someone who was and had told Day all about it.
He wasn’t entirely sure if he was ready to talk about his experience at the club. He was still wrapping his head around everything he’d witnessed. He had to say something, though. Rourke wouldn’t let him dodge the question.
“I told you about the munch and intro evening. Well, seeing it in full technicolor was an eye opener for sure.”
“Tell me what you saw.”
“You can’t tell anyone what I tell you. The club is a place for people to be free and not be judged.”
“I know. I read the rules. I checked several out and this one seemed the best. Now, tell me.”
“Okay. Don’t freak out.” Dayton stared at Rourke. He didn’t want him to say one single word.
“Please.” Rourke rolled his eyes. “I told you about the club. I know some of what goes on there.”
“I got hit on as soon as I walked in.”
Rourke looked him up and down and snorted. “No surprise there.”
“He was a dick. Wanted me to kneel at his feet straight away, so I told him no, and he got all handsy with me. Another Dom came over and made him leave me alone.”
“Fuck. Don’t they have rules or something?” Day winced, and Rourke sighed. “What did you do?”
“If you don’t want to play, you have to wear a red band, and I’d decided not to.”
“You fucking idiot,” Rourke snapped. “You could have been hurt.”
“I know. I learned my lesson, believe me. I got that band on as soon as I could.”
Rourke leaned forward, his eyes glancing around the room before settling on Day. “Tell me everything.”
“I saw a scene where this sub was blowing his Dom and then he was strapped to a bench and paddled. He fucking loved it.”
“Really? What else?”
“I saw a Daddy and little scene.”
“A what and what?”
Day swallowed as he remembered the scene. Even now, three days later, it was still front and center. Well, after Master Zachary. “A Daddy Dom is a Dom who has a sub who is a little. The little can be a baby or toddler or whatever the two want. The little was a boy who wouldn’t do as he was told, so he was spanked.”
“A baby? You mean that shit really happens?”
“For the little, it’s all about letting go of all responsibility, and for the Dom, it’s about caring for someone.” Day wasn’t the best person talk about it. He didn’t know everything and was still learning. There was so much he didn’t know, but he hoped Master Zachary would help him.
He thought so, going by the looks he’d given Day. Master Zachary had been patient and kind, making sure he was comfortable. A Daddy Dom no less, and it had called to that part of Day that he’d kept hidden away.
“Huh.” Rourke sat back, a frown on his face. “A boy, though.”
“Yeah, so no diapers involved.”
“That’s…” Rourke shook his head. “I’m not sure what I think about that.”
“It’s about letting go, you know, and trusting your Dom to look after you. You can color, or plays with cars, or whatever.”
“That’s sounds nice but weird.”
Day snorted. “Nice but weird?”
“Well, it’s not every day you hear about a grown man putting a diaper on, is it?”
“I guess not. It isn’t something I want, that’s for sure. I wouldn’t mind being spanked though. Some of those Doms are really hot.”
“Did you see one that interested you?”
Day ate some of his sandwich and nodded. “I did. Master Zachary. Tall, dark, intense blue eyes. Nice package.”
“Hmm mmm. Tell me more.”
“Hey! What have I missed out on?” Kory sat next to them and put his lunch on the table. Day had met Kory at work, and they’d quickly become friends.
“He’s telling me about this Dom he met at the club, so zip it while he finishes.”
Kory mimed zipping his lips. Day grinned. “He was nice. Showed me around, told me about the place. Saved me from Carlton.” Day ate some chips and added, “Asked me to go back.”
“Are you going to? It sounds like he’s interested in you.”
“Have to agree with Rourke. He showed you around and shit,” Kory added.
Day nodded. Oh yeah, he was going back. He just needed to figure out how he was going to tell Master Zachary what he wanted. He’d struggled to admit it to himself, so saying it out loud to someone else was going to be a challenge.
Coming out as gay had been a hell of a lot easier than walking into the club the first time. And the second time. He had to go back and see Master Zachary, if only to find out if he affected him again. Sitting with him that first night had made his dick stand at attention, and he’d had one fantastic orgasm when he gone home.
Would he make Day wait? Would he spank his ass when he was naughty? Day would like to know the answers to those questions and so much more. He needed to find the strength to ask him, but he had that strength in him. It hadn’t been easy walking into the club, but he would do it again, and maybe he could tell Master Zachary more of what he wanted.
