8. Chapter Eight

Chapter Eight

Stanley

There I stood, just inside the entrance to the playroom that took me years to perfect. Everything a little could want or need was housed inside these four walls, though it no longer held the familiar sense of contentment it once had.

Would it become a sewing room in the future?

It was larger than the one Jobe currently had.

You’re getting way too far ahead of yourself, Stanley. Take it down several notches.

An all too familiar argument with myself. Again. But the older I got the less patience I had for waiting for the right boy to come along.

I shut the door behind me, determined to not worry about this part of my life. Jobe wouldn’t be easily won over, nor would he likely be willing to give up his freedoms as he saw them and move in. But maybe…

No, Stanley, step away from the room and move along.

“Crispin, my man, how’s it going?” I’d reached out to my friend and fellow Daddy, Crispin, to see if he was in the market for a new boy. No clue what kind of boy Beck was, but that was for Crispin and Beck to determine.

“Doing well. Currently in Europe. On the hunt for a London office.”

Crispin was an international real estate mogul and a damn good one at that.

“I’ve got a boy for you to meet when you return.”

“I’m listening. Tell me all about him.”

“Well, he had a hand in getting me and mine together.”

“Wait, you have a new boy?”

“Well, sort of. You remember Jobe from Cordes?”

“The one who pissed off every Dom in sight? Five-eleven-ish, holier than though attitude and a bit of a pain slut?”

“Sadly, yes, but there’s more to him than that. We definitely have to get together when you get back, it’s been far too long.” I hated that was once how I too viewed Jobe, but he did paint that awful picture of himself and warded off every Daddy for miles. “It’s his best friend. I’ll be honest, I don’t know much about him other than how he looks and he’s fiercely protective of Jobe. Five-eight, maybe five-nine. Short brown hair, fit. Really cute.”

“You have my attention. If you can get his full name I’ll run a background check. Gotta go, I’m walking into a new build site right now.”

“Talk later.”

No wonder I hadn’t seen Crispin around, he’d been globetrotting. Hell, when was the last time I got away myself?

In my younger years after the app first sold, I traveled the world. Something I’d promised my younger self. My parents never took family vacations, and both worked themselves to death. Quite literally. As soon as I had the money I filled my passport up but by the time I got home it hit me just how lonely traveling solo was.

Having someone to do things with was the key. Only, none of the boys I ever played with struck me as forevers. Sure, I did repeat play sessions with them but sadly that’s all it was.

Is that why I had latched onto Jobe as hard as I did or was this, whatever this was between us, for real?

Some kind of Daddy I was. I’d done nothing but second guess myself for weeks.

Enough.

He’ll be here shortly so it’s time to put the questions behind you and focus, Stanley.

A couple bottles of the wine Jobe liked chilled in the fridge and the appetizers were set out right as the knock came.

“Welcome, Jobe.” I kissed his cheek and took the bags he had in hand. “Come in.”

“Wow, this place makes mine look like a shed. It’s huge.”

“I love your place. I think it’s great. Speaking of great, whatever this is smells wonderful.” I emptied the bags and pulled down a couple of plates. “I love this Italian place. Good choice.”

“What can I help with?”

“Why don’t you take our plates to the table, and I’ll grab the wine.” I’d already set two places with silverware and napkins out. “Here we go. We can do the grand tour after our stomachs are filled. Sorry, I was so involved in menial tasks today I forgot to eat.”

“Same. I, um,” Jobe shifted nervously in his seat. “Brought an overnight bag.”

“I was going to suggest that but wasn’t sure we’d reached that point.” Subject change was warranted. No need to make either of us more uncomfortable. “How are the new designs coming along?”

That perked him right up. “Actually, well. Designing and sewing are the easy parts. Reaching out to those I know in the industry from my past life to try and get a leg in, so to speak, not so much.”

“Is there any sort of social media groups you can join that might have insight or could possibly guide you in the right direction? Sorry, computers and apps I can do but clothing is a foreign language to me.” Explained why most of my wardrobe was black.

“Not sure but that’s a great suggestion. I suppose I could reach out to fetish wear manufacturers as well and see if they had any interest.”

“I’d recommend signed disclosures before sending tangible goods out, though. General lack of trust and all that. I’d hate to see your creations ripped off by other designers.”

“You really are a Daddy, aren’t you?” His grin was on the salacious side, so I’d take that as a win.

“Thank you for dinner,” I leaned back and considered unbuttoning my pants given how full I was. “That was fantastic.” Instead, I chose to clean up. “Let me get the dishwasher going and we can take that tour.”

“So,” Jobe leaned against the counter as I rinsed and loaded. “Tell me about this app you sold.”

“Which one? I’ve sold several to date.”

His eyes widened. “Are you some sort of child prodigy?”

“Something like that. My only wish was that my parents would’ve lived long enough to enjoy the fruits of my labor with me.”

“I’m so sorry, Stanley. I can’t imagine.”

Another layer of Jobe peeled back. There was a nice boy in there.

“But the one that started it all was pretty basic. The company that bought it from me expanded on it and it’s one of the largest game tracking apps there is.”

“Game tracking?”

“Yes. Games you download on various devices, this app will track your progress and rankings. It’s like one stop shopping for gamers to see how they rank and serves as an additional platform to save your progress on as well.”

“Wow, that’s pretty impressive.”

“Why thank you, kind sir.”

“Now, how did you become a Daddy?”

I laughed. “That was kind of by accident. I’d always been interested in kink but hadn’t had the opportunity to explore it and find how it fit for me. So, I bought a membership to Cordes. Call it research or voyeurism,” I winked at him. Couldn’t deny I didn’t enjoy watching others come undone. “I was intrigued when the new littles wing opened and followed my curiosity to there and instantly fell in love, and down the wormhole I went. What I learned from others living the lifestyle only served to heighten my curiosity and desire. And that’s how the Daddy that stands before you was born.”

“Not what I expected but still very interesting.”

Jobe didn’t elaborate on how his need for pain came to be, but he didn’t have to. As I spent more time with him I filled in the blanks for myself.

“Ready for that tour?” I dried my hands and took his as I guided him through.

“I love the art you have, it’s eclectic.”

“Yes. I don’t collect any one artist’s work. I collect what calls to me when I see it. Some are worth a fair penny while others aren’t worth much at all. It’s not about money for me, though I do love to support the arts when I can. If it makes me feel, makes me think, I buy it.”

“I can see that, and I love it. What is art without emotion?”

“Exactly. Well, you already saw the kitchen and dining room which is hard to miss given the open concept. This is the main living room,” I waved a hand around as we walked through. “My favorite part of the place is the wraparound balcony and wall of glass.” I opened the sliding panels so he could get the full exposure. “Great for parties, though I’ve never had any. Most evenings I sit out here with a drink and watch the sunset.” Unlike Jobe’s partial view of the strip, I had a near dead on view.

“Unbelievable. This view is to die for.”

“Please, don’t.” I kissed his knuckles. “Shall we?

“This is my home office and library.” I loved this room and often got lost between the pages of my collection. I’d bought the most insanely comfortable couch and put it in there. Fell asleep on it many a time. “The corner is my bedroom.”

“Whoa. This room is the size of my place. I love how your bed faces the windows. Sunset and sunrise with how the corners face. You have the best view in the house in here.” I nearly had to pick Jobe’s jaw off the floor, but he wasn’t wrong. With this being the corner space, the glass walls faced both east and west.

“Wait until you see the shower.” It was like a human car wash. You walk into a three-foot-long waterfall shower head. There were two wall-mounted shower heads on each side to keep you warm and a bench on each end.

“I’d drain the hot water tank with this one. It’s like a full-on water massage.” Jobe released the most salacious moan.

“The walk-in closet is the same size as the bathroom.” I’d taken the fifth bedroom and extended the existing bathroom and closet. A decision I’d never regret.

“Oh, now I’m jealous.” He spun around in the center of the closet and looked right at home to me. “This is beyond amazing. If you’d like to adopt me, I’m totally game for it.”

“Ha-ha, I’ll keep that in mind.” Back out into the hall we went. “This is a playroom.”

“Playroom? Do you have kids and forgot to tell me?”

“No. Children haven’t ever been a part of my life plan.” Huh, maybe that was what drew me to littles. “Open the door.”

Jobe stepped inside and glanced around. “Ah, you’re beloved littles. I’m afraid to blacklight this room.”

“I think you’re under the wrong impression here.”

“You mean to tell me this room wasn’t all about sex?”

Was that a hint of jealously I detected?

“No and neither is the lifestyle. For some, they just want a Daddy or Mommy to watch over them while they slip into little headspace. For others, they enjoy rubbies or taking care of Daddy and while at times the relationships do involve sex, I can promise you I’ve never sexually penetrated any of the littles I’ve played with in this room. Actually,” I paused, carefully considering my next words. “I’ve been thinking of repurposing the playroom.”

“Hmm,” was all I got out of Jobe before he turned and left the room. Did he have issues with littles or with the thought of me being with one?

“There are two more guest bedrooms, each with an en suite and a hall bath as well. Four bedrooms and five bathrooms in total.” My place had plenty of room for guests. Maybe if things worked out with Jobe, and Beck and Crispin hit it off, we could have them over for dinner parties and such.

Slowing my roll obviously would not happen.