Page 10 of Wylan
“You know, I’m a little shocked that you’re participating. I always knew you had a nurturing side, but I didn’t realize you considered yourself a Daddy.”
“My last boy passed years ago,” I reply, softly. With Hunter being the exception, it’s the first time I’ve admitted it to anyone here in Olivia Cove. “It didn’t feel right trying to explore that side of me when he was gone.”
Kingston frowns. “I’m sorry to hear that. Are you okay?”
The question startles me. But what’s even more shocking is my answer. Yes. I’m fine. Better than fine. I take a moment toanalyze my feelings, and realize I have a certain boy to thank for helping me heal. Ever since I met Wylan, he’s lit me up and given me hope.
“Yeah. I am okay. It was years ago. It might have taken a really long time to not feel the daily pain. But I’m okay now. Although, I still have my moments where it hurts, like on his death anniversary.”
Kingston nods, swiping a hand through his long wavy black hair. “Death is like that. We don’t ever fully get over it but we slowly heal until things are okay again. The occasional day or moment likes to sneak up on us, but we push through.”
I nod, wondering who he lost.
“Like I said, it didn’t feel right trying to explore that side of me.”
“But it does now?”
I hum, swirling the amber liquid in my glass.
“Let me guess,” Kingston says with a grin. “There’s a certain boy who makes it worth exploring again?”
I glance at my friend.
Kingston is smiling, his brown eyes sparkling. The man really is handsome with a tall, thick build, and a round middle. He looks like a Filipino version of Jason Momoa.
“You could say that.” I smile.
Wylan pops into my mind’s eye. Images of us together flicker through my mind like a slideshow. What would it feel like to come home to him every night? To see him when I first wake up, and cook him breakfast? What would it feel like to hold him in my arms as we watch a movie?
To call him my boy…
Yes, I admit, its strange to think about all the PG things I want to do with Wylan while I’m sitting in the middle of a kink club. But as I wait for him to cross the stage, I know I want more than just one date. More than just sex. I want a relationship with Wylan.
This has been a year and half in the making.
Hunter walks back onto the stage after the next couple leaves. “This next boy I’d like to introduce is a unique one, and he wants all the Daddies out there to know it.”
A few chuckles come from the audience.
Hunter playfully tsks the crowd. “Now, now. Don’t go assuming he’s a brat, because as far as I know this boy isn’t one. He’s new here to Dark Satin, mostly visiting on Masquerade Night. Thisboy is sweet, and a little shy, but once you break the ice, he becomes more playful.”
A small smile touches my face.
“He’s caring and kind. And he might even have a bit of a service kink worth exploring.”
A few murmurs break out around the Daddies. A submissive with a service kink is one that gets pleasure from serving his Dom, for anticipating his wants, and if possible, even being a few steps ahead so that he can anticipate his Dom’s needs. It isn’t always sexual, but sometimes it is.
As a pleasure Dom, myself, I understand that high someone can get in making their partner happy.
“This particular boy doesn’t consider himself a little, since he doesn’t fully regress to any specific age, but he does have what he likes to call ‘little tendencies.’ He loves to cuddle with his stuffies, especially on a tough day, and he likes to wear certain outfits according to his mood. He even loves to play with his friends who are into pet play and age play, even if he isn’t in that same state of mind.” Hunter’s voice becomes more hushed, almost serious as he stares out into the crowd. His gaze lands on mine, and I’m suddenly sitting forward.
It’s then I realize that this particular boy’s introduction has been the longest. I get the feeling that Hunter—like a good Daddy—is protecting this boy. He’s probably outlining everything this boymentioned in his application, making it very clear that this boy needs to be seen for who he is.
“This boy doesn’t like to be put into a box. He doesn’t want any Daddy to tell him how to play, or to force him to act a certain age.”
My chest grows tight imagining this boy trying to find a Daddy, only to have some asshole trying to mold him into their picture of a perfect boy. It’s unacceptable, and by the few angry murmurs from the crowd, several Daddies agree. Hunter and Cal did a really good job accepting their exclusive members.
“I know, I know,” Hunter’s smile returns. “You’ve heard enough from me. But there’s just one more note that this boy would like you to know. If he feels safe, then, this boy enjoys a little bite of pain when turned on. Without further ado, number nine, will you join us on the stage?”
