7. Danny’s Busy Day

Chapter seven

Danny’s Busy Day

Being a lawyer at a prestigious firm like Drew’s was a dream come true, and I worked incredibly hard for it. The morning was spent reviewing contracts with Drew, which I enjoyed immensely. The man was brilliant and charismatic. I learned a lot from him, and we got along well. We knew about each other’s kinks. Hell, Drew never bothered to hide a damn thing. And when his partner, Justin, came to visit, everyone could see the heat between them. Plus, I knew what they were getting up to. Drew was a serious Dom outside of work, and while Justin wasn’t a twenty-four-hour sub, he did sub for Drew. And he was now Drew’s only sub.

“That’s the last one, Danny.” He waved me away. “Go get some lunch or something. You’ve earned a break.”

“Sure thing, boss.” I gave him a salute and headed to the breakroom.

Quinn was at one of the tables, digging into a salad, and he stopped to wave me over when I came in. I nodded and grabbed my sandwich out of the fridge before joining him. “What’s for lunch, Danny?” he asked.

“PB and J.” I held up my sandwich.

“Hmm…what kind of jelly?”

“Grape. Of course.” Lee had even cut the crusts off for me. I unwrapped it and took a bite. Quinn was smiling at me funny. “Wha?”

“You’re cute. That’s all.”

I made a noise and took another bite. We chit-chatted about nothing for a minute, but then I got an idea. Quinn was a daddy. Instead of a little, he had a pup. They had been fun to play with on the cruise last summer. But a daddy was a daddy, right? “Let me ask you something, Quinn.”

He wiped his hands on his napkin and then tossed it into his nearly empty food container. “Sure, what’s going on?”

“I…”

He rolled his hand in the air, encouraging me to continue.

Well, I had started this. “Okay. Um, I haven’t been getting along with Lee. Sort of.”

“What do you mean by sort of?”

I put the last of my sandwich down and put my hands in my lap. “He never wants to play anymore. You know? That’s a big part of who we are, but he comes home all grumpy and wants to eat and go to bed.”

“That sounds like a temporary situation. Maybe he’s too stressed at work. You should talk to him. Find out exactly what’s going on. That’s the only way you’ll find out. Then work through it together.”

“That sounds like good advice, but I don’t know. I think he’s going to break up with me. I don’t think he wants a Little anymore.” I looked down at the table and sniffled. I didn’t want to cry in front of Quinn, so I tried to reel it in.

“Danny. You don’t know that. Daddies don’t stop being daddies. It’s part of us, like being a pup or a Little is part of you. Talk to him. Okay?”

I nodded, not trusting that I would sob if I tried to talk.

“Hey. The Christmas party is tomorrow, and Drew’s yacht is fantastic. I can’t wait, right?” Oh, look at Quinn changing the subject and trying to make me smile. Well, I did.

“Yes. It should be so fun.” I wiped my cheek with the back of my hand, then picked up my sandwich and took a huge bite. Maybe Quinn was right. We needed to talk. But I didn’t know how to even bring the subject up.

The rest of the day was hectic. I had to review more contracts and put together some bids on new work Drew wanted to pick up. I didn’t have time to think about anything else until nearly six o’clock. Then, I had a short drive home. We lived in a cute, renovated house north of the city in an older neighborhood. I pulled my car under the patio and ignored all the twinkling lights we’d put up around the outside of the carport because Lee’s car wasn’t there yet. He’d been coming home later and later, and I was worrying immensely.

I maybe shouldn’t worry so much. After all, I could find a new daddy. I’d never worried about breakups or being rejected before. But Lee was different. I adored him. He treated me so special and totally connected with my Little side right from the beginning. He won me over, so jumping in and letting him be my full-time daddy and living together—buying this house together—hadn’t been hard decisions. We’d been together for over a year at that time. Maybe we should have waited. Maybe he was finished with me.

Despite the holiday décor, inside the house felt cold and empty. And lonely. I put my phone on the peninsula, which separated the kitchen from the living area. I wanted to call and see where he was, but it felt like tempting fate. Instead, I dropped my jacket over the back of the chair and headed for my playroom. We’d bought a three-bedroom house so I could have my own playroom. The other extra room was a combination office and guest room, though we’d never had guests. My family lived locally, and Lee’s family wasn’t close. His siblings didn’t really have anything to do with him, and his father was more of a workaholic than Lee, never having time for anyone. That was a sad path and one I did not want Lee to go down.

Lee had been so good to me. He put up a swing for me in our little backyard and let me decorate my room how I wanted. The walls were Barbie-pink, and my shelves and cabinets were all the primary colors. I had a big, fluffy, multi-colored rug in the center of the room that tied everything together. I plopped down right in the middle of that rug and kicked off my shoes, wiggled out of my pants, and unbuttoned my shirt. I wanted to be comfortable.

Then I heard Lee. I ran out on my socked feet and slid across the hardwoods. “Daddy!”

“Hey, baby boy.”

“You look tired. D-Do you want to skip play time?” I held my breath, waiting for his answer.

“No, we can play.” His eyes looked strained, and his smile was obviously forced.

“No, you don’t want to.”

“How about you play quietly while I get dinner.”

I nodded and went back to my room. This had all started right after the cruise. He’d spent a lot of that time with other daddies, and we spent a lot of that time not playing. Like when we went to Key West. It had been more than we had in a long time. Maybe that was it. He needed more adult time. So, that was fine. If I wanted to keep him, I could do less Little. But that made me incredibly sad.

I went back into the living room, and Lee was sitting on the couch with his feet up on the coffee table. I crawled up beside him. “Want a shoulder rub?” I asked in my grown-up voice.

“That’d be great.”

“Turn some.” I got situated and pulled his T-shirt off to get my hands on his bare skin. I worked his shoulders, feeling how tight they were. “You’re super stressed at work. Aren’t you?”

“Yes.”

I kissed the back of his head. “Lee?”

“Hmm?”

I couldn’t bring myself to ask him. I was too afraid of the answer. I didn’t want to break up. “Love you,” I said instead.

“Love you too, baby boy.”

It was clear Lee needed adult time. And maybe if I wanted to keep him, I needed to show him I could do that. Relationships were full of compromises. I could compromise. I rubbed his shoulders until his head was bobbing like he was trying to fall asleep. “Lee. Do you want dinner or to go to bed? I can order something for us.” I put my arms around his shoulders.

“I’m not hungry. Are you hungry?”

“Not really. Let’s go to bed. Come on.”

“Thanks, baby.” He kissed me and got up, holding my hand to lead me to the bedroom. I helped him undress, which was an interesting change, then tucked him under the sheets before stripping down myself.

I cuddled in and moved to kiss him. “Night, baby.”

He kissed me back, and it was soft and sweet. Until it became heated. His hands ran up and down my back and his tongue pressed in. The passion seemed to still be there between us. Taking that as a good sign, I ran my fingers in his hair, kneading his scalp as I kissed him. He moaned into the kiss. “Feel good?” I asked.

“Mmhmm…don’t stop,” he said with his lips pressed against mine.

I rubbed the back of his head with one hand while the other one searched out his other head to massage. Sure enough, he was hard and getting harder. “Lee…”

“Yeah…”

“What do you want me to do? I want to make you feel good. You’ll sleep better.”

“Mmm…what do you want?” He didn’t want to think about it. He didn’t want to lead. He was tired of being my daddy.

I could take the lead this one time if it meant him sticking around. I knew Quinn had been right that we needed to talk about this, but I was afraid of what Lee would say. Would he confirm my fears? Instead of finding out, I shimmied down his body and mouthed his cock through his boxers. Slowly, I pulled the fabric down, exposing that thick pole. It was nothing for me to take him into my mouth. I enjoyed sucking him off. I didn’t know if it meant the same thing this time, though. It felt different. Desperate.

Lee dug his hands into my hair while I sucked him, up and down. The slurping could be heard throughout the room, and I hummed along, playing with his balls and trying to memorize everything about him in case we never had it again. It didn’t take long for Daddy to release, offering me a daddy-sized load to swallow.

“Come here, Danny.” I climbed back up and into his arms. He hugged me to his chest. “That was fantastic. Thank you. Want me to finish you?”

“No. I’m good. Just, uh, worried about you.”

“I’m great now that I have you here.” We cuddled together until Lee’s snores interrupted the silence.

I lay there with my head on his chest, thinking about everything. I should have said more. But, maybe after the holidays, things would get better. Maybe he wasn’t tired of me but simply tired. Or maybe…too many maybes.