A Little Cinny Latte (DKAG Christmas Daddies)
1. Riley
Chapter one
Riley
(December 14 th )
Masquerade Night. Ten minutes until the Charity Auction.
Why did I think I could do this?
Several boys and littles bounce around me in their cute little elf outfits as they wait to be announced on stage. My gaze drifts to Wylan and Ash with a deep yearning. They look so damn cute and happy as they start singing along to a popular Christmas carol.
My sparkly red and green outfit taunts me from where it sits on the hanger, and I briefly stare at it with longing. A fresh wave of nerves washes through me as I hear one of the owners of Dark Satin announce that the charity auction is about to begin.
Panicking, I reach for my outfit, shove it in my bag, and leave the locker room. As soon as I make my way through the dimly lit kink club, past the bar, and toward the wrought-iron staircase that will lead me to the Little’s Playroom, I feel my shoulders drop.
Whether they drop in relief or disappointment, I’m not entirely sure.
My head is a mess, and my stomach hurts thanks to all the anxiety. I never do well in front of large crowds. Maybe a play session is exactly what I need. The room is decorated with Christmas lights, ornaments, and the softest-looking stockings with cute little teddy bears peeking out of each of them. I grin at the display. Christmas has always been my favorite time of the year.
There’s something about all the decorations, the music, and the holiday cheer that just calls to me and my little side. My only regret is that I haven’t spent Christmas with a Daddy of my own yet. The idea of cuddling up with my Daddy by the fire and watching Christmas movies sounds so romantic.
There are two couples playing in the corner, but for the most part, the room is empty, since everyone is either watching the charity auction or participating.
“Hey there, little one. What are you doing here?” Tony, the club’s lead security guard, asks as soon as I fully enter the room and shut the door behind me. “I thought you were one of the littles hoping to catch himself a Daddy this year.”
Despite the sweetness and playfulness of Tony’s voice, his words evoke guilt and regret. My lips turn down on their own, and I find myself trying to rub soothing circles onto my tummy. What would it feel like to have a real Daddy rub my tummy all better?
Tony’s gaze immediately drops to my hand and understanding takes over his face as my cheeks heat with embarrassment.
“Oh, Riley. Come here.” He holds his arms out and I collapse into them. Tears spill onto my cheeks, and I hastily try to wipe them away before anyone else can see.
“It’s okay, Riley,” Tony soothes. “Maybe next time.”
I shake my head. “What’s wrong with me? I’m fine when I’m at work, serving people at the café or bakery, but everywhere else, I’m a freaking ball of nerves. All I had to do was walk across that dumb stage and have a Daddy bid on me. And the money goes to charity, yet I couldn’t find the guts to go through with it.”
“Hush now,” Tony says, squeezing me tighter and stopping my ramble. “Don’t be too hard on yourself. It’s scary going up on stage, let alone telling a room full of sexy Daddies all your kinks.”
I giggle, pulling away to eye Tony. “Did you just call them sexy Daddies?”
He tickles my sides. “I have eyes, don’t I?”
My lips twitch. Tony is a total Daddy at heart. Or at least, I always assumed he was. I’ve never actually seen him in a scene since he’s always working. Before I can ask, he pats me on the shoulder and encourages me forward. “Go on. Go play. Relax. You’ll feel better once you do.”
I give him a grateful smile and walk over to the small changing room. I love that Dark Satin has little changing stations set up in each room. It makes things more comfortable for the members who are too shy or don’t want to be seen around the club in their gear or little’s clothing.
Locking the door behind me, I shove my hand in my bag, only to feel the soft material of my elf outfit. I pull it out and run the pads of my fingers across the white tag. My name is scrolled across it in pretty cursive.
Another pang of longing hits me. Crap. I really wanted to see if a Daddy would be willing to bid on me.
Unfortunately, it’s not going to happen. If I changed my mind now, I’m sure I’d have time to make it back up on stage, but I know I’m just too damn nervous for that. Instead, I shrug out of my sweater and kick off my shoes and jeans. In their place, I tug on the red-and-green striped leggings and the matching green sweater.
Instead of the flashy and fun elf outfits my friends chose, my outfit is made of the softest material and looks more like formfitting pajamas rather than a costume. It’s perfect.
The smooth glide of the fabric against my skin causes me to giggle. I glance up at my appearance in the mirror and smile.
“Time to play!” I fumble around in my bag until I pull out my little travel companion; my favorite Chibico stuffie that looks like a purple cat. “Hi, Eefoowie!”
I shove all my possessions back into my bag and place it inside one of the lockers. This is one of the few places, besides my house, where I feel comfortable being little. Where I feel free to be me and shed away all my fears, anxiety, and real-life problems.
Making my way back into the main room, I carry Eefoowie to a rainbow-colored play mat and place her next to me. I reach for the closest box of building blocks and tip the box upside down until the contents shower all around me.
Once the colorful blocks are scattered around the mat, I chuckle at the mess and pick up my stuffie as I cuddle her to my chest. “Maybe it’s a good thing I don’t have a Daddy here with me,” I murmur against her soft purple fur. “Daddy wouldn’t like this mess, now, would he?”
I sink deeper into my little headspace, happy to be here. It might not be the same as playing with a Daddy of my own, but as the giggles and murmurs from the other couples surrounding me hit my ears, I can at least pretend I’m not alone.