12. Riley

Chapter 12

Riley

It had been a long day. No, scratch that. It had been a really, really long day. But unlike the day before, I wasn’t overwhelmed. I went from meeting to seminar to exhibit, not once feeling the need to escape or run away and hide for a while. I’d like to say it was because I was getting used to the city—getting used to the noise, the people, the smell of stale cigarettes that permeated everything. But that wasn’t it.

It was because of Daddy.

And I shouldn’t have thought of him that way. I knew I shouldn’t. He wasn’t my Daddy. He was some guy I met... while away on a business trip. He wasn’t supposed to be more than a “whatever happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas” experience. That was it.

If only it were that easy.

After falling asleep while suckling from his chest, I couldn’t think of him that way anymore. I wanted to. I tried to. I simply didn’t have the ability to compartmentalize him into just a random experience. Adam was more.

I was fully aware of how deeply I was going to pay for my emotional tie to him when this was all over and we both went back to our lives. It was going to crush me, stomp on me, then kick me around for a while before throwing me into a corner, where I’d sob and sob. I knew this about myself. And yet, I didn’t care. Because this time I had with him—it would be worth it.

My day started earlier than his, and consequently, I got finished an hour before he did, which was perfect. It gave me time to get ready for our date. While my colleagues were making dinner plans, I snuck up to my room to take a quick shower.

Adam and I were going to the club for the night. Neither of us had been to this one, and I was excited. I’d noticed the night before that he really liked my thick underwear, so I dug out one of my favorite pairs—one covered with dinosaurs—and pulled them on. Then I found a matching onesie. Ideally, I’d have changed at the club. There was something about being able to fall into your headspace as you got dressed.

My home club actually had a dressing room that was themed for Littles. It was communal, but it helped getting into the right mindset a lot. Seeing the teddy bears on the walls, the changing tables where Mommies and Daddies could help—it made a difference.

But that was okay. I wasn’t expecting to fall into full-on Little headspace today. This was for us to have a fun night out, and we could do that without taking the Daddy/Little roles too seriously. I grabbed a pair of short shorts, my favorite knee-high socks (also with dinosaurs), and then threw jeans and a polo over them. Looking at me, I was a random guy going out to meet co-workers. My shirt was even long enough to cover the extra thickness on my ass.

Adam picked me up right on time, just like I knew he would, and he pulled me in for a deep hug.

I sank into it, loving his embrace.

His lips brushed a sweet kiss on top of my head. “How was your day?” He tightened his embrace.

“It was long, but it was good.” I snuggled in, content to stay like this the entire night and skip going out.

“Good?”

I pulled back to look at him. “I mean, as good as work can be. But it was better than yesterday. A lot better.” I found his hand and intertwined our fingers. “Are you ready to go?”

I was done talking about work and was ready to play.

“A couple questions first.” Apparently, Daddy wasn’t.

“What’s that?”

“When did you last eat, and what was it?” Of all the questions, he had to go and ask one he wasn’t going to like the answer for.

I flinched. “I had a bag of sour cream and onion potato chips, a cookie, and a coffee at lunchtime.” The sandwiches they gave us looked dry and our time was limited. At least I ate something. That was how I justified it to myself.

“I see. And is that what a boy needs to be strong and have energy?”

“No, Daddy...” That name kept slipping out, and I had to suck it up and realize that’s who he was going to be, at least for the time we knew each other. He didn’t seem to mind, and forcing the name down every time it reached my tongue was going to be a full-time job.

“That’s what I thought. So, we’re going to have dinner first, and then go to the club.”

“Can’t we get dinner at the club?” I wanted to be there already.

“Guessing by that question, you didn’t look at the reviews of their food.”

He was right. I hadn’t.

“And besides, I have the perfect place for you.”

That sounded promising.

We headed out and climbed into the rideshare he had waiting, and the driver took us to a restaurant I hadn’t heard of. But when we got out of the car and Adam led me inside, I understood why he brought me there.

It was dinosaur-themed. They even had animatronic dinosaurs and models of mountains and flying pterodactyls in the air and dinosaurs carved into the chairs. It wasn’t scary—more cheesy than anything—but it was perfect.

And as fabulous as it was, what made it 1,000 times better was that even the food was dinosaur-themed. I got a hamburger that was shaped like a T-Rex. They somehow even cut the bun to be the right shape. And of course, the waffle fries were called Dino Fries, and my drink came with a twirly straw that had a blue light-up base. You couldn’t get much better than that.

We sat and ate, talking about the different dinosaurs we saw and watching the show that came on every twenty minutes. It wasn’t until we were walking out with his hand on my lower back that I realized how much I had already started sinking into my role as his Little.

This was going to be a good night. A very good night.