Chapter 4
Duval
The trust this sweet boy has given me is amazing. Every glance he throws my way, every moment he allows me to lead him, is one I’ll never forget. Check in is a breeze once we reach the resort.
Unfortunately, we don’t wind up on the same floor. I was kind of hoping we’d be side by side. It would make it easier to check on him without creating excuses.
Part of my stipulations for the trip were that I get a suite to give me plenty of room to spread out. I’m too introverted in my personal life to worry over hosting large groups or anything like that. It’s more that I want the space to be open and welcoming when I come back to it.
Cramped hotels are not my idea of a proper vacation.
We reach Foster’s room first. He’s been less Little since we left the airport, and now standing at his room, I realize I’m looking into the eyes of big Foster rather than the boy I’d been spending time with.
“Thanks for helping me,” he says plainly.
I miss his babble speak. Does the big version of him always use an adult tone? Or is there a chance I could get him to blend the two worlds?
There’s no chance of me forcing him into anything he doesn’t want. I’d really love to find out who he is in all forms. And there’s something about slipping in and out of Little space that really does it for me.
I once had a friend tell me it was like being a switch, except instead of them becoming dominant, it was like pulling down a shield to be Little, then putting it back up when big. My brain finds the back and forth attractive.
To each their own is what I always say. I refuse to be judged for my preferences.
“I’m happy we met, Foster. It’s been fun spending time with you.” I pause to see if he’ll agree. At his nod, I add, “Maybe we can continue? Would you like to come see my room? It’s supposed to have a great view.”
He bites his lip. I have the urge to yank it free, but that’s not something for me to do now that he’s not in his Little frame of mine.
It takes him a few seconds of thought before he nods his cute head again. “I’d like that.”
Turning back to the elevator, I tug him behind me at a rushed pace. He giggles softly, some of that softer side slipping through.
“Where’s the fire?”
“No fire. Just didn’t want to give you a reason to change your mind,” I admit.
He smiles at me sweetly. I want nothing more than to pull him into a kiss. Nothing deeply sexual. Just a soft meeting of the lips to show him how quickly I’ve become infatuated with him.
When we reach my floor, his jaw drops. “There are only two doors.”
I raise my keycard with a grin. “That’s true. Mine is this way.”
The door opens easily, then we’re inside the wide space of the suite, which truly could be called a penthouse for its size. I can’t believe there’s a level above this.
“Wow!”
I turn to find Foster skipping over to the floor to ceiling windows that line one side of the room. He’s taking in the view with his whole body pressed against the glass.
Visions of him in that same position while completely naked fill my mind. I wonder if and when I can make that happen.
It won’t be right this minute. That much I’m certain of.
My boy needs more time to realize… well, that he’s mine .
Somewhere between covering him with a blanket and getting him checked into the resort, the Daddy part of me decided we have to keep him. Whatever the means, we must make sure Foster spends his vacation with me, so he understands how well we fit.
“DD! Come look! Kites!”
His excited squeal pulls me away from my planning. I leave the bags by the door as I move to stand beside him.
“Kites?” I ask softly, my voice low enough to encourage him to stay in his Little mindset.
He nods, then points to figures in the distance.
“Wow! They are kites. Good job, Foster.”
I’m met with an adorable pout. He shakes his head, then points to his chest. “Me no Foster.”
It’s a fight to hold back my grin. “You’re not Foster? Huh? That’d odd. You look a lot like him. If you’re not Foster, then who are you?”
“Little One! ‘Member, DD?”
As his bottom lip trembles, I feel like the biggest asshole on the planet. My sweet boy doesn’t like teasing. He needs reassurance.
Pulling him into my arms, I hum a soft tune while I sway us side to side.
“Shhh, little one. DD is sorry for his mess up. Sometimes I’m a booty head who can’t take a hint. Will you forgive me?”
He doesn’t answer right away. Instead, he burrows into my chest, taking full advantage of our connection.
I can’t complain. I’m loving every second of it.
When he finally pulls back, it’s with a careful smile. “Forgive DD. Ice cream?”
This time, I don’t hold back my laughter or my happy expression. “Ice cream, huh? Sounds like you’re feeling better now if you want to have something so sweet. Isn’t it a bit early?”
“No way! Ice cream always good.” His voice is as serious as can be when he says it.
With a nod, I pull him away from the window and over to the couch. Once he’s in place, I hunt for the room service information. Surely there’s some type of menu around here for me to access. If not, then I’ll call them to get one sent up.
My boy needs ice cream, and he needs it now.
What kind of Daddy would I be, temporary or otherwise, if I didn’t get it for him?
He deserves it after my screw up earlier.
The menu winds up being in a nearly invisible drawer in the coffee table. When I open it, I notice they have a million options, though none for plain ice cream.
I won’t let that stop me.
“What flavor, little one?” I ask, dropping to sit beside him.
He snuggles close as he whispers, “Chocy,” against my neck. My cock goes hard at his warm breath against my skin. I’m immediately picturing other places I can feel his mouth. It takes everything I have to push them down as I reach over for the room phone.
“Front Desk, this is April. How can I help you?”
“Hi, April. This is Duval Roch in Penthouse B. I’d like to have some plain chocolate ice cream brought to my room as soon as possible.”
“Yes, sir. We can absolutely arrange that. Is there anything else you need?”
I pause for a moment to think. “Do you all have warm blankets as well?”
“We do. I can send one up with the food if you’d like.”
“Yes, please. Thank you, April.”
“Anytime, sir. We’re happy to help in any way possible.”
Would it be too forward to ask her to source some condoms for me? If my boy wasn’t in my arms, I might be bold enough to ask. I don’t want to embarrass him though.
Besides, the ice cream and warm blanket combo is already confusing enough. No need to make them think I’m doing something kinkier up here than I am. I don’t care if they judge me, but my little one appears to care what others think of him.
“It will all be here soon,” I say against the crown of his head. Taking a bold chance, I kiss the spot there as well.
My boy sighs, like I’ve given him the world with the small movement. I wish I could tell him I would do just that. He deserves everything and more. And I intend to give it to him as best I can over the next week. After that, we’ll have to see what comes.
We sit in the quiet room while we wait for room service to come. I think both of us are far too comfortable to move around. At least I know that’s my reasoning. My Little might still be exhausted from being woken up on the plane.
The knock on the door startles him into sitting up. He rubs his eyes adorably, his gaze taking in the room as if it’s the first time.
“DD?” he says with a raspy voice.
“Right here, little one. That’s room service with your ice cream. Stay here. I’ll be right back.”
I ease him onto the couch before taking off for the door. A young man in all black stands with a covered tray and a bag with a handle.
“Here you go, sir.”
As we make the exchange, I slip him a ten-dollar bill for his trouble. He came up quickly, and I don’t see an ounce of judgement in his expression. I appreciate that more than he knows.
Turning back to my boy, I find him chewing on the neckline of his shirt. I frown at how nervous he seems to be now that we’re apart.
“Look what I’ve got,” I say in an exaggerated happy voice. Making my way to him, I do a twirl or two as I balance the tray like I’m wobbly.
He giggles and claps when I manage to make it to the coffee table. Those emotions go into overdrive when I lift the cover to reveal the bowl of chocolate ice cream.
“Chocy! Chocy! Look, DD!”
I smile as I dip the spoon into the treat. “Yes, little one. I see. And it’s all yours.”
He makes a grabby motion for the bowl, but when I hand it over, his eyes go wide. “COLD!”
Thankfully I still had a grip on things because he immediately lets go. In his defense, the container is rather cold. I’m sure it’s that way to keep everything cool during transport.
Except now my boy is pouting because he can’t easily eat his treat.
“Can DD feed you, little one? It’s not too cold for me.”
His expression goes from sad to happy in an instant. “Yes, DD. Feed!”
I can’t help but laugh when he opens his mouth and points to it. He’s like a little bird eagerly awaiting his meal.
Sitting the ice cream down, I pull out the blanket. He watches with a curious expression. Little Foster is adorable in a way I can’t describe. It’s like everything and everyone is a new experience for him. I love that I get to nurture this side of him.
“Let’s get you warm first. This will help prevent brain freeze.” I wrap the material around him.
He gives a deep sigh as he tugs the cloth around his shoulders. “Ready,” he says, though the R is more of a W with his Little speech.
I take a seat on the coffee table to put myself directly across from him. “Open wide.”
His jaw drops without hesitation. I push down the urge I to stuff his mouth with something else. No need to turn this sweet moment dirty.
There’s a glint to his eye that tells me he has some idea of the effect on me even though he’s clearly in his Little space.
“Here it comes,” I say cheerfully as I fly the spoonful of ice cream from the bowl to his mouth.
My boy gobbles it up, bouncing on the couch as soon as he gets a taste of the chocolate delight. With each new bite, he seems happier and happier until he’s nothing but a ball of sunshine.
I’m even more sure he’s the boy for me. Every new piece of this dynamic just makes sense. Like the universe dropped him in my lap when it knew I needed someone to dote on.
“Yummy,” he says after the last bite. He leans back, the blanket falling from his shoulders as he pats his cute little belly.
I don’t miss the way he winces a bit with the shift. It makes me wonder if some stretching from time to time would be good for his joints. I’m younger than him, yet I’m already achy some mornings.
I put the empty bowl on the tray and set it outside. When I come back into the room, it’s to find my boy fast asleep with his head tilted back on the couch. His mouth is wide open, a soft snore making a picture I’ll never forget.
God, he’s fucking adorable.
Whatever I did in a past life to earn his trust, I hope it’s enough to get to keep him too.
As he rests, I unpack everything I need for the week in my room. Then, as someone who’s trying to be presumptuous does, I move his suitcase to the second bedroom. I don’t go so far as to unload it since that really is a step too far.
But still, if he sees I have the space, maybe he’ll cancel the rest of his stay and keep himself occupied with me in my suite. He could be as Little as he wants for as long as he wants.
I have no problem indulging him as he needs it.
To be honest, I’ve always wondered what having a 24/7 Little would be like.
Someone I could spoil and care for at all times rather than only during a scene or afternoon playdate.
Given the commitment it is, not many Littles partake in it.
That and the demands of their big side can be too much at times.
But I think Foster could possibly be the Little I’ve been looking for.