Chapter 11
RALEIGH
“I can’t sleep. Is it okay if I sit out here with you?” I asked, after following the light up the hall to find Daddy Dorian sitting on the couch, a drink by his left hand as he flipped through the channels.
“Of course you can,” he said, patting the cushion beside him. “Is something bothering you to keep you awake? You know you can talk to me about anything, don’t you?”
“Well, I was kind of supposed to tell you something a few days ago, but you were having a very bad night, and we decided to distract you instead, and we’ve kind of been busy ever since,” I explained.
“It sort of hit me when you mentioned the road trip that there were a couple of things we wanted to talk to you about, which reminded me that I’d never gotten around to the first one, and then I started to wonder if Aspen was wrong about us needing to tell you, because it’s all really still new between us and you’ve got so many plans and details on your mind right now that it just doesn’t feel fair to add our mess to your burden. ”
“See, now I am going to insist that you tell me what you’ve been keeping from me,” Daddy Dorian said. “And in case there is any question about whether or not you should do as I ask, let me explain now that it is non-negotiable and not a request.”
His words helped settle my thoughts and erased the doubts and confusion I’d been wrestling with. Blowing out a long breath, I centered myself and nodded. “Yes, sir.”
With one arm wrapped around me, he held me tight to his side, giving me the time I needed to find my words. When I had, I told him everything that had happened with Sean, including him watching us through the shop window and what Aspen had told us about his encounter with him.
“I know about what happened between Sean and Aspen,” Daddy Dorian said. “And if Aspen has a plan to put that son of a bitch in his place once and for all, then you should trust him to pull it off. He’s a master schemer when he wants to be. Has something like this happened to you guys before?”
“Being grabbed, pinched, or smacked on the ass happens more often than we’d like, which is why there are always bouncers on hand to toss those offenders out.
They take pictures of them too and circulate them to the rest of the staff to make sure they don’t come back in.
No one’s ever low-key stalked one of us before. ”
“I would not call stalking low-key,” he said.
“That’s as serious as it comes. Now that I know what he’s up to, I can keep an eye out for him too.
Thank you for telling me. If he comes near you guys again, and I’m not with you, I want you to contact me immediately, the same as you do Phoenix.
I will drop everything to get to your side. ”
I cuddled against him tighter while he stroked his fingers through my hair, making it easy for me to relax and just cuddle.
“We will, I promise,” I replied. “It’s scary to think he could be watching us to see where we go.
Like, okay, maybe the grocery store could have been random, but popping up here?
That’s just…who does that? We never did anything to him.
When we went to work for the club, it was because we’d aged out of the system, and what little we had for savings had come from delivering papers and raking leaves for people.
We both struggled through school, but we finished; it just wasn’t with any marketable skills.
We applied at all the fast-food places, gas stations, and grocery stores and didn’t even get interviews, so, when a friend offered to teach us to dance, well, at least we were graceful enough to pick it up easily. ”
“And you’ve been there ever since?” He asked, his voice an equal mix of impressed and horrified.
“Yeah. It pays the bills, so we stuck with it,” I admitted.
“How does what I pay you two stack up against what you make in an average week?” he asked. “Is it close, or did I come in way under the mark when making that offer?”
“No, um, you pay us more than we make at the club,” I admitted. “Which is why we, um…”
“We’ve been talking about quitting,” Murry said from the doorway, hair disheveled as he blinked sleepy-eyed at us. “Missed you next to me.”
“Sorry. I couldn’t sleep, and I didn’t want to wake you.”
“You should know by now that never works,” Murry said as he shambled across the carpet to occupy Daddy Dorian’s other side.
It had become our favorite way to cuddle, each on either side of him, making a big old Daddy sandwich.
“What’s keeping you from going ahead and quitting?” Daddy asked as he held us.
His question made me squirm a little, bottom lip pinched between my teeth. Murry, on the other hand, let out a yawn and muttered, “Was just making sure you like our work enough to keep us before we walked away from a sure thing.”
“Hmm, I see,” he said, fingers trailing from my hair to my back before sliding beneath it to caress the back of my neck. “I can appreciate that. It’s a valid concern when starting anything new, especially when you feel safe and secure in what you’re already doing.”
“Everyone at the club is like family to us,” I said. “So much so that our boss told us he hoped we quit if this job worked out for us, because it would offer us different opportunities and a chance to do something that wouldn’t get us groped.”
“Well, at least not unless it’s by Daddy,” Murry muttered.
“Daddy doesn’t grope us when we’re working,” I pointed out. “He waits until we’re on break and begging to grope him and have a snack.”
“Hmm, you’re right,” Murry slurred, his voice sounding sleepier than when he’d wandered out.
If I’d told him once, I’d told him a million times to keep his ass in bed and cuddle the pillow instead of rousing himself and looking for me.
Restless nights were just a part of my DNA; they had been since I was young.
Maybe it was all the late nights lying in bed with the pillow over my head, trying to drown out the sound of my folks screaming at one another.
Especially when they drank. It wasn’t more one than the other, either.
They’d tie one on, then try to outdo one another in the war to see which one could be the biggest asshole.
While they never got physical with one another, objects suffered their wrath on more than one occasion, with smashed dishes, busted glasses, and broken chairs left in their wake.
Even potted plants weren’t safe. Dad had once punted Mom’s daisies out the window.
The very next week, Mom retaliated by tossing the game console in the yard and running it over.
Let it never be said that she hadn’t mastered the art of escalation.
“I’m not sure what I can do to reassure you that your jobs are secure besides proving it to you every day,” Daddy said.
“I know that both our working and personal relationships are new, but that contract we signed is a legally binding document, so I know you saw the part where it specified a minimum of two years. Did you understand what that meant?”
From the other side of Daddy’s lap I heard Murry hum a sleepy, slurred version of the Jeopardy theme. I thought I knew, so I decided to just say it and see if I was right.
“It means that we’d work for you for at least two years,” I said. “But it also means we could work for you longer, too.”
“Exactly,” he confirmed. “With the time bonuses and incentives built in, the contract would continue rolling on until a time came when we wanted to amend or end it. But that point can’t come inside those first two years.
Those are guaranteed. I think that will give us plenty of time to explore both relationships and decide how to proceed into the future. ”
“S-so it’s like a safety net?” Murry asked, stretching his hand across Daddy’s lap for me to hold it.
“Yes,” Daddy replied. “For all of us. I’m assured of my wonderful models, and you are assured a job even if the personal side of things doesn’t work out between us.”
“It will,” Murry said, sounding completely sure of himself despite his sleepy state. “You’re a super cool Daddy, and we’re awesome pets. That’s a winning combination.”
“It sure is,” Daddy said. “And for the record, I share your feelings about us. I firmly believe that we make a wonderful team in and out of the studio. I would love to see our out-of-the-studio time extended, but you’ll have to decide when you’re ready to quit stripping.
Otherwise, it will be difficult for you to be comfortable with the decision. ”
“I’m so ready to be done,” Murry murmured, giving my hand a squeeze.
“Tired of feeling like a piece of meat. Tired of people yelling crass things at us. Tired of people thinking that dating us somehow means free entertainment for their friends whenever they take us to a party. It sucks not being seen as people.”
“Are you fucking kidding me?” Daddy huffed, growing tense beneath my cheek as I lay draped against him. “People have really done that shit to you?”
“Uh-huh,” I replied.
“No wonder Phoenix is so protective and did such a thorough job vetting me. I got calls from a handful of people after he made contact with them, and let me tell you, it was a tad bit terrifying to discover just how in-depth his questions were.”
“He can be a bit much sometimes,” I said. “But it’s just because he cares so much. His mom was a dancer, and she didn’t always have people watching over her, so he watches over all the dancers, and when people get out of line, he uses them as lawn darts.”
I felt Daddy chuckle before the sound rumbled up from his chest. “I can picture that clearly enough to say that I never want to experience it firsthand, especially if he decides to aim for a target.”
“Usually it’s one of the shrubs that line the sidewalk in front of the bar,” I explained as Murry let out a snore. “But he’s flattened so many of them over the last few years that there isn’t much to catch someone when he tosses them into them, so they just land on broken twigs and dirt.”
“Yeah, I will take a hard pass on that experience, thank you very much,” Daddy said. “That’s the kind of thing you watch from a distance and don’t get involved in.”
I giggled at that and did enough wiggling that I could sit up better.
I wanted to kiss Daddy but wound up running my cheek up his chest instead.
His t-shirt was made from a super soft material that felt like rubbing my face against a cloud, so I did it again and again and kept doing it until he groaned and gripped my hair.
“Are you trying to get me all worked up?” He growled, keeping his voice low to keep from waking Murry.
“Is it working?” I asked, grinning as he met my gaze.
He chuckled at that and released my hair so he could hike up his t-shirt enough for me to see that he was leaking. With Murry as dead weight on the other side of him, he couldn’t pull it off, but there was plenty of room for me to get what I was after.
“I pegged you correctly right from the beginning,” he growled as I leaned in to lap at the dribbles rolling down his chest. “You truly are a wicked little bad boy.”
“No, I’m not, Daddy,” I murmured in between licks, following the trail up to his nipple and circling it with my tongue. “It’s all for show. Murry is the real badass. He’s the one who breaks people when I can’t scare them off.”
“Really?” Daddy said as he petted my hair, exerting just enough pressure that I got the point and latched on, slowly beginning to suckle him.
“I’ll have to keep an eye on him then. Not that it means I will take my eyes off you.
I have quickly come to realize what a formidable team you two are, even when you’re being good. ”
“We’re never naughty on purpose,” I murmured against his skin.
“Uh-huh,” he said. “You were just rubbing your cheek against my shirt on accident.”
“It’s so soft.”
He chuckled at that, and I felt the vibrations through my lips as I continued to nurse.
Daddy groaned as I caressed his nipple with the tip of my tongue, coaxing more milk from him as I drank contentedly.
The caress of his hand down my back sent a shiver through my body and left me wishing I hadn’t gone to bed in a tank top.
I’d have rather felt his hand dragging over bare skin, but I wasn’t about to pause my snack to take it off.
“Hmm, now I’ve found something soft,” Daddy growled as he palmed my ass and gave it a squeeze.
Each time I sucked, he squeezed and tugged me against him, rocking me in time with my suckles, while causing my cock to rub against his thigh, creating so much delicious friction that I moaned around the nipple in my mouth.
“Turnabout is fair play,” he chuckled, continuing to move me in the same lazy rhythm with which I sucked. “And I’d dare say these shorts you’ve got on are as soft as my shirt.”
It was both fair and completely not fair of him, not that I was about to complain, even when he sent another shiver tearing through me when he gave my ass a hard squeeze.
Yelping would probably have woken Murry, so I muffled it against Daddy’s skin, sucked harder in retaliation, and ended a long, slow pull with a nip.
Now it was his turn to choke down sounds, his ragged inhale followed by a choked-back curse.
Somehow it became a game to torment one another while not disturbing Murry, who snorted once when Daddy shuddered, then resumed his low, steady snores again.
I couldn’t help giggling, which made Daddy gasp and pinch my bottom.
Of course I responded with another nip, and Daddy replied to that by complaining that he wanted me to ride him.
“Sorry, Daddy,” I murmured before blowing warm air across his nipple.
“Sure you are, you little imp. Believe me when I say that I am putting aside a very special imp costume just for you.”
Now that got my attention, and I pulled off his nipple so I could peer up at him. “My own imp suit?”
“Yes, your very own, uniquely designed imp suit that I can’t wait to see you in,” Daddy declared, his voice low and a bit wrecked as he drew me in for a kiss.
Melting against him, drowning in his kisses and the throbbing of my cock, begging for attention, I tried to picture it for a moment, then gave up, because it was way too much fun getting lost in his kisses.
Besides, my imagination took me too many places when left unchecked, which was why my brain was screaming, "Give in and go with the flow. "
So that’s exactly what I did.