Chapter Fifteen
Brock
It took another person on my team leaving and for the upper management to say they weren’t going to be filling the position “at this time” to have me saying enough was enough.
From that day on, I applied for jobs as part of my routine.
Before I went to bed, I’d check out the new positions listed and, if they were close to something I could do, I threw my hat into the ring.
Things were going great with Zeph, and now that I had a nice little friend circle, I didn’t want to relocate for work.
Thankfully, there were a lot of remote opportunities as well as some local companies currently looking for someone with my skillset.
I’d already started to get some nibbles.
Fingers crossed, it was only a matter of time before I was able to finally leave my toxic workplace.
The biggest change I’d made was adopting an if it doesn’t get done, it doesn’t get done mentality, much to the chagrin of my bosses. Wanting to get a full night’s sleep and weekends off on a job that was asking you to do three people’s worth of labor didn’t feel like too much to ask.
Tonight was date night, something I’d been making a priority. I really liked Zeph and didn’t want to ruin our possible future because I couldn’t set work-home boundaries.
Daddy and I were going to Chained, just the two of us without any of our “support” friends. Up until now, it had always been a group thing, which was great. I had a feeling this would be better.
I was thrilled when he told me he’d reserved us a special changing room and for me not to bring clothes because he’d picked some out special just for the night. It was going to be the best.
Last night, I kept thinking about the dressing room.
I’d seen a few, and they were all cute. Best of all, they were private, which meant we could get naughty in there if we wanted to.
Daddy and I both drew a line at mixing little time with adult fun.
That said, as long as I was big—he was game on, and nothing said I had to be little the entire time.
We decided to go early so that the little room wouldn’t be too crowded, and that we would get dinner after.
So I was surprised when I got in his car, and he had a little bento box waiting for me.
It matched my lunchbox and was something he had filled for me a few times now.
It was a super-sweet gesture every time he did it, but today felt even more so because we were taking another step in our relationship.
“I thought we were eating after,” I said.
“Snacks,” he said. “Can’t have my boy hungry all night.”
My boy. His. He called me his. It wasn’t the first time, but every single time had the butterflies swarming.
I popped it open, and he’d gone all out with my snack. There was a piece of my favorite candy, the pretzel shape I liked best, some cut-up fruit with a little fruit fork that had a giraffe on it, and small star-shaped sandwiches.
“Thank you, Daddy.”
I still called him Daddy Zeph often, but after that day in my apartment, the “Daddy” flowed more easily.
I ate my food as he drove and parked the car, and the two of us walked hand in hand and stopped outside the dressing room.
It was one I hadn’t been to before, and I was excited to see the theme.
You had to book out really far in advance to get certain ones, but most people didn’t care about the theme as much as the space to get ready without others present.
“Are you ready, Brock?”
“I’m ready, Daddy.” I squeezed his hand.
When he opened it up, it was low-lit, unlike the others I’d been in, and it took a second for my eyes to adjust. The room was decorated in space because Daddy was the best. Glow-in-the-dark stickers and planets hung from the walls.
A beanbag chair that was, I think, supposed to be shaped like the moon.
If not, it was cheese, but that didn’t make sense.
And the normal lounge chair, changing table, etc.
Zeph took out the clothes, and the selection surprised me.
I’d been expecting it to be onesies or footie jam-jams. Instead, it reminded me of the outfit I wore when we first met, only much more little-coded.
The fitted crop top was covered in tiny astronauts, and the shorts star printed.
The knee-high socks were soft and displayed the entire solar system.
My favorite out of all of it were my glitter-monster slippers.
Cute and the kind that wouldn’t fall off if I decided to run. Double win.
“Help me get them on, Daddy.”
He got me dressed, narrating as he went. “We’re gonna take your shirt off now.” All things he described helped me ease into little space. And by the time we walked out together, I was ready to play.
There was hardly anyone in the room when we got there, which was perfect. And what was more perfect? It was a glitter day. Daddy didn’t need to ask me what I wanted to do first. Crafts it was, and we made a big old mess.
The theme for tonight was zoo animals. I created a zoo out of glitter by using a glue stick on a coloring sheet instead of coloring it in first. It was fabulous.
From there, we went from station to station, Daddy leading the way, praising me for how well-behaved I was and how big my tower was and how I cleaned up after myself, patting my head, kissing my cheek, cuddling me as he read a story…all the things that made being little even better.
Daddy really got me.
I’d always known it would be different if we were here without our friends, but I hadn’t realized how different until tonight.
The other people in the room weren’t really there to me.
They were just background. It didn’t matter what they were doing the way it would have if it was Sammy or Lake or Abbott.
I wasn’t looking for a playmate or to make sure they were having fun.
I was just soaking in this time with Daddy Zeph.
“Daddy.”
He looked at me, and I leaned in close.
“I’m big now, and I’m really hungry.”
“Can’t have my boy really hungry?” He reached out his hand. “Let’s go.”
He hadn’t caught my hint, but then again, he wasn’t the one thinking about how to use the changing room in a naughty way, since it was booked. That had been me. As soon as we were back to the changing room, I started fiddling with his jeans, making my intent clear.
“Oh, my sweet boy is really hungry.” He let me continue, not pushing me to go faster or switch gears, letting me take control for the first time tonight.
“Yes, Daddy. I need a snack before we go.”
I licked my lips, needing to taste him and hating how complicated jeans were when you really wanted them gone. “This is what happens when you don’t feed your boy anything but a snack before playing.” I grabbed hold of the waistband and pulled it down to the floor and kneeled in front of him.
He was already getting hard, and I hadn’t touched him yet. Delicious.
“I’ll have to remember that.” Zeph’s hand went to the back of my head, and he moved his fingers through my hair and pulled me close. “It’s time for you to eat, sweet boy.”
And so I did, tasting him, licking, sucking him, nibbling his thighs, loving how it felt to have my sexy daddy come apart because of me.
Best. Chained. Night. Ever.