Chapter 5

Chapter Five

I mademy way down the opposite hall, towards the main event space of the club. Resisting the urge to cover my ears at the loud music, I looked around for someone to talk to.

Get out there and get involved, Willow. You can do this!

A group of women stood off in a quieter corner of the room. That was a good place to start.

“Um, hello. Mind if I join you?” I greeted the three women. There was a moment of awkwardness before one of them smiled.

“Of course. Hi, I’m Drea, and these two women are Cissa and Blair.”

“Nice to meet you, I’m Bunny.” It was a million times more awkward here in the main room, but I was determined to do what Layla had suggested. Time to get out there and get to know people; to make a name for myself in this community.

“We were just getting ready to do a rope scene over there. Would you like to watch?” Cissa asked, pointing to a hard point and ring hanging from the ceiling a few feet away.

“Oh, a rope scene? I haven’t seen one in a long while. I’d love to. Thank you,” I answered excitedly. I had seen a few back in Denver, but it had been months.

“Make yourself comfortable. We’ll get started in a few minutes.” With that, I was once again left on my own as the three women moved to the hard point. Blair disrobed while the other two pulled ropes from their bags and began to set up. This was close enough for me, so I made myself comfortable, leaning against the wall to watch.

The scene began, and I was mesmerized. As though it were a choreographed dance, the two women worked together, moving the rope bottom from spot to spot. And then they lifted her into the air. Gasping at the beauty of it, I didn’t even hear someone approach from behind.

“Well, good evening, there. Aren’t you a cute little thing?” A man’s voice called, startling me to the point I jumped, my hand clutching my chest.

“Oh, um. Hi.” Turning to greet him, I was shocked by the tall, muscled man who stood near me. Covered in tattoos, with long hair and black eyeliner rimming his dark eyes, he looked every bit a sadist — and nothing like a Daddy.

“So what brings you to this fine establishment this evening, pretty lady?” he drawled flirtatiously.

“Just getting to know the scene here,” I answered politely, turning back to watch the beautiful rope suspension before me.

“And what is it you’re here looking for, exactly?” The back of his knuckles ran down my spine, a shiver of discomfort directly following his touch. I didn’t like it. Not one bit.

“Who said I was looking for anything? I’m just here observing.” I did not want to talk to this man, but I also had no intention of being rude. In hopes he would get the point, I kept myself facing away from him, focusing only on the rope scene taking place.

“Well, well, well. Looks like the kitten has claws.” A sharp tug on my hair made me gasp, and I turned around to face him as my anger surfaced.

“Please do not touch me without my permission.” I snapped, barely holding on to some semblance of calm.

“Ah, come on now, honey. There’s no need to be so prickly. I was just being polite, after all.” His smarmy charm, laid on thicker than a teenage boy with a new can of Axe body spray, made my stomach roll.

“I’m not being prickly. I just said do not touch me, please.”

“This is a sex club, darlin’. Touch is kind of part of the game.”

“You forgot the word consensual. Consensual touch is part of the game.” Nerves and anxious worry had the earlier butterflies turning to stinging wasps, making every hair on my body stand on end.

“Listen, I was just trying to have a little fun. No need to get your panties in a wad.” His fingers lightly toyed with my arm. Jerking my arm back, I stepped back from him. Or tried to. The wall stopped me.

His hand touched the wall by my head, effectively making me feel trapped.

My hand dug into my bag, feeling Mr. Fluffers again, hoping it would give me courage. Men like him scared me. I knew the vast majority of kink communities were full of healthy people and situations, but there were always a few jerks thrown into the mix, unfortunately. And it seemed I had found one here.

“Why don’t I take you to one of the private rooms and I can help you… relax.” His eyes moved down my body — well, partially. They stopped at my breasts. Such a small shirt had not been a good idea tonight.

“No,” I nearly barked through clenched teeth, my eyes narrowing at him.

“What’s with the attitude?” he scoffed.

“I said no.” The sounds of the club faded behind the roaring of my pounding heart.

His eyes followed down my body, stopping where my hand was shoved into my bag.

“Hiding something?” He sneered, grabbing my arm and yanking it out of my bag. Mr. Fluffers was still clenched in my grasp. “A stuffed animal? Oh, I see!” His sinister chuckle set my teeth on edge.

I looked around the room, but could not find one of those shiny vests anywhere close from what little I could see beyond him. Even the fur of my stuffy could not soothe me.

“You’re a little?” he asked with a scoff, leaning in a bit closer.

“I am,” I managed to mutter. My confidence was gone, and I couldn’t stop my voice from shaking.

“Aren’t littles supposed to be… well… little?” Judgmental laughter huffed close to my ear. I clenched my eyes closed tightly. “That was my understanding. Littles are supposed to be cute and little and you are… not those, are you?”

My arms hugged my tummy, hiding it with shame.

“Oh, I get it. That’s what you’re here trying to find, isn’t it? A Daddy who wants a pudgy princess? A tubby, tiara wearing princess?”

Tears filled my eyes, and I batted them away shamefully. I did not want this jerk to see me cry. My little side barely knew how to handle a man like him, but I tried anyway.

“Please, leave me alone.” I meant for it to sound confident and secure, but instead it came out as a whimpering whine.

“But you’re here, pudgy princess! You’re here looking to not be alone. So why would I leave you alone?” His fingers brushed up my tummy, barely touching one of my breasts. A cry stuck in the center of my throat, as my eyes shut in fear.

I needed help.

Before I could manage to holler out for a Dungeon Monitor, I felt cool air surround me as his domineering presence suddenly vanished.

A slam sounded just to my left, surprising me as my eyes popped open to see the jerk pushed against the wall with a loud thud.

And the man holding a tight grip around the jerk’s throat?

None other than Adam.

“Did she invite you to touch her, Ragnar? Did you get permission?” His voice was so low and biting even I shivered.

“Look man —” Jerkface McJerkson started, but Adam shoved him against the wall again, so hard I could hear his head bounce.

“Yes or no, Ragnar. Did. You. Get. Consent?” Each word was bitten out through clenched teeth. I looked on in wonder as Adam came to my rescue. Jerkface may have been tall and domineering, but he had nothing on Adam.

“I was just talking to the girl. Cool it, man.”

“Dominic, here, will see you out. This is your last warning, Ragnar. Do not try this bullshit again.” Adam released him, but only for a second. As soon as Jerkface — Ragnar, apparently — had taken one step, Adam grabbed one of his arms in a move so quick and practiced I could hardly follow it. Ragnar winced as his wrist was folded down painfully, completely trapped by Adam’s grip. Something told me that all it would take was a bit of pressure, and joints would snap like twigs.

I could hardly hear Adam’s whisper, but it sent chills of fear — and something deeper — through me. “And Ragnar. I swear to whatever God you believe in, if you ever touch this woman again, I won’t just ban you from this club. I will make sure you don’t touch anyone ever again. Do you understand me?”

Within seconds, Jerkface was carted away by the Dungeon Monitor, and Adam stood before me. His hands lifted, to comfort me I assumed, but they stopped in midair. His fingers clenched into fists as he slowly lowered them again, taking a slow, calming breath.

“Bunny, are you okay?” he asked softly, his voice softening.

“I…” but that’s all I could get out before the tears began to run down my cheeks.

His arm wrapped around my back, leading me away from the main room with a scowl plastered across his normally handsome face. Within only a few minutes, we were in one of the private aftercare rooms.

“I don’t want to make you feel more uncomfortable. Can I comfort you? Please?” The angry man I had seen moments ago was gone. In his place stood my knight in shining armor.

My Daddy in shining armor.

Except.. he wasn’t my daddy.

Still, I nodded my head yes. His hands ran up and down my arms, his voice gently shushing me as I cried.

“I wasn’t trying to get him in trouble. I was just trying to be good. There was a party in the Littles Room and I didn’t sign up, so I thought instead of going home I would just go try to meet people. And then there were these girls, and they were doing rope and asked me to watch. So I did. And then that guy was there. He was nice. And then he wasn’t. And I asked him to stop, but he wouldn’t stop, and then he said mean things, and I couldn’t think straight, and I tried to find someone to help, but I —” My voice broke. Adam’s strong arms wrapped around me, pulling me close.

His hand ran soothing circles over my back, his cheek pressed to the top of my head while my tears soaked his shirt.

“Oh, you sweet thing. You need a Daddy so badly, don’t you?” Calm and gentle, his voice only made me break down further. I nodded. It was all I could do.

“I’m not coming on to you. I promise,” he explained, and my heart sunk. That was the problem. I wanted him to come on to me.

“Oh, Bunny,” he sighed heavily. With a groan, he pulled away. I could feel his eyes looking down at me. Not in judgment, but in a way that made me feel safe and warm.

“I don’t want to assume or pressure here, but I have to ask. Are you looking?”

“For what?” I asked, sniffling like an idiot. My brain struggled to not succumb to the call of his dominance. My little side desperately wanted to answer that call.

“For a Daddy, sweet thing,” he chuckled lightly. His smiling face made me want to put my thumb in my mouth and curl up into the warmth of his chest again.

Yes, please God, yes.

That’s all I wanted to say. But I couldn’t.

He was … well, him. And I was … me. Just little old me. Or pudgy princess me, if Jerkface was to be believed.

“What’s holding you back?” His fingers brushed a lock of hair back behind my ear.

I wanted to answer.

But the only answer I could think of was yes. So I did the next best thing.

“I… I should go.” Without waiting for his response, I turned away, bolting down the hall and out of the building towards my car. As soon as I was a block away, the tears came again.