which was fun. They came over to our house for dinner, and I learned that they're now in a committed Daddy/Little Boy relationship.
Matchmaking success!
They should be here soon, too—and at that, I glance around me again.
"Calm yourself, little one." Daddy gives me an impatient look. "They'll be here any minute."
I pull out the lemon-flavored lollipop from my mouth and offer my best pout in return. "I'm sorry, Daddy."
"No, you're not." He snorts and flags down Liam for another tonic water. "But you will be." With a tug on one of my pigtails, he smirks wickedly, making me squirm.
My butt is still tender from this morning when he told me Oliver and Jackson weren't allowed in the club. I was a brat; I even cussed at him, so out came the belt. Then he'd said that if I'm a really good girl, he might reward me by letting my kittens stay up in his office while we're here. "But it's not going to become a habit," he'd warned. "It's only when you've been good for a long time."
Looking down at my violet baby-doll dress, I sulk in silence and curse myself for behaving badly. I absently play with the lacy , white hem, and I wonder how I can make it up to him—
Daddy nudging me gently causes me to look up at him, and he nods at something behind me. I follow his gaze and stiffen in excitement as I see Mark walking in with Evangeline and Brayden.
As always when Mark's not tending the bar, he's in his black, well-worn leathers, boots, and a form-fitting T-shirt. Brayden's only wearing silk boxers and pair of black slippers, and Evangeline is in her nearly see-through lingerie set with furry trim, kitty ears, and ballet flats. Standard getups for Mark's subs—always in silky black. And while I prefer pastels for myself, black is really sexy on those three.
Turning to Daddy again, I suck my bottom lip into my mouth, still ashamed because of earlier. I don’t even have the guts to ask if I can greet my friends. But I'm lucky, because Daddy takes pity on me, pecks me softly, and tells me to go over there.
"Thank you so, so much!" I hop off the barstool and hug him tightly. "I love you, Daddy—"
"No running with this one." He takes my lollipop from my hand. "I'll keep it here. Off you go." He send s me off with a kiss and a light smack to my bottom.
I swiftly make my way through the groupings of people near the bar and the closest seating area, and then I'm met with Evangeline's radiant smile as she spots me.
"Hi!" I come t o a stop right in front of them and peer up at Mark's amused expression. "Permission to hug your sub, Master Cooper?"
He permits me with a dip of his chin. "Granted."
Squealing, I throw my arms around Evangeline, and she hugs me back tightly. Then I start to ramble about my Christmas, about Mexico, about Oliver and Jackson, and how I wanna know about her own holidays; I also comment on the beautiful highlights she's added to her hair, just a shade lighter than her natural chestnut brown, and—
"Take a breath, honey." Mark chuckles at me.
I inhale deeply, then exhale and smile sheepishly. "I've just missed you guys." Peering over at Brayden, I wave shyly, 'cause it's different with him. Mark has him on a leash, a real one, and Brayden is the happiest when only Evangeline and Mark are close. He's quiet and soft-spoken, funny too, but at Switch, he's always in a scene.
H e smiles back, a dimple denting his cheek, and then he lowers his gaze to the floor. His dark, wavy surfer boy-like hair falls forward a bit, shielding his pale green eyes.
He looks happy .
"Did Mr. Ford allow you to bring Jackson and Oliver?" Evangeline asks, hopeful.
I jut out my bottom lip. "No. I asked nicely —" Two firm hands clamp down on my shoulders, and I am in so much trouble. "Eeek." I let out a squeak as I look up to see Daddy.
His mouth is pressed thin in displeasure, though his eyes reveal mirth. "Are you lying to Master Cooper's pet, Kayla?" Soft voice, but steely and chilled. "Or was I wi th someone else this morning,
Matchmaking success!
They should be here soon, too—and at that, I glance around me again.
"Calm yourself, little one." Daddy gives me an impatient look. "They'll be here any minute."
I pull out the lemon-flavored lollipop from my mouth and offer my best pout in return. "I'm sorry, Daddy."
"No, you're not." He snorts and flags down Liam for another tonic water. "But you will be." With a tug on one of my pigtails, he smirks wickedly, making me squirm.
My butt is still tender from this morning when he told me Oliver and Jackson weren't allowed in the club. I was a brat; I even cussed at him, so out came the belt. Then he'd said that if I'm a really good girl, he might reward me by letting my kittens stay up in his office while we're here. "But it's not going to become a habit," he'd warned. "It's only when you've been good for a long time."
Looking down at my violet baby-doll dress, I sulk in silence and curse myself for behaving badly. I absently play with the lacy , white hem, and I wonder how I can make it up to him—
Daddy nudging me gently causes me to look up at him, and he nods at something behind me. I follow his gaze and stiffen in excitement as I see Mark walking in with Evangeline and Brayden.
As always when Mark's not tending the bar, he's in his black, well-worn leathers, boots, and a form-fitting T-shirt. Brayden's only wearing silk boxers and pair of black slippers, and Evangeline is in her nearly see-through lingerie set with furry trim, kitty ears, and ballet flats. Standard getups for Mark's subs—always in silky black. And while I prefer pastels for myself, black is really sexy on those three.
Turning to Daddy again, I suck my bottom lip into my mouth, still ashamed because of earlier. I don’t even have the guts to ask if I can greet my friends. But I'm lucky, because Daddy takes pity on me, pecks me softly, and tells me to go over there.
"Thank you so, so much!" I hop off the barstool and hug him tightly. "I love you, Daddy—"
"No running with this one." He takes my lollipop from my hand. "I'll keep it here. Off you go." He send s me off with a kiss and a light smack to my bottom.
I swiftly make my way through the groupings of people near the bar and the closest seating area, and then I'm met with Evangeline's radiant smile as she spots me.
"Hi!" I come t o a stop right in front of them and peer up at Mark's amused expression. "Permission to hug your sub, Master Cooper?"
He permits me with a dip of his chin. "Granted."
Squealing, I throw my arms around Evangeline, and she hugs me back tightly. Then I start to ramble about my Christmas, about Mexico, about Oliver and Jackson, and how I wanna know about her own holidays; I also comment on the beautiful highlights she's added to her hair, just a shade lighter than her natural chestnut brown, and—
"Take a breath, honey." Mark chuckles at me.
I inhale deeply, then exhale and smile sheepishly. "I've just missed you guys." Peering over at Brayden, I wave shyly, 'cause it's different with him. Mark has him on a leash, a real one, and Brayden is the happiest when only Evangeline and Mark are close. He's quiet and soft-spoken, funny too, but at Switch, he's always in a scene.
H e smiles back, a dimple denting his cheek, and then he lowers his gaze to the floor. His dark, wavy surfer boy-like hair falls forward a bit, shielding his pale green eyes.
He looks happy .
"Did Mr. Ford allow you to bring Jackson and Oliver?" Evangeline asks, hopeful.
I jut out my bottom lip. "No. I asked nicely —" Two firm hands clamp down on my shoulders, and I am in so much trouble. "Eeek." I let out a squeak as I look up to see Daddy.
His mouth is pressed thin in displeasure, though his eyes reveal mirth. "Are you lying to Master Cooper's pet, Kayla?" Soft voice, but steely and chilled. "Or was I wi th someone else this morning,
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