Chapter 5
Foster
It takes me a minute to realize where I am when I wake up. There’s barely any light filtering into the large space, which only makes it more difficult for me to orient myself.
The suite is far bigger than the one I booked. Between the fancy furniture and the size alone, I easily put together I’m not where I’m supposed to be.
And then I remember it all.
The man on the plane waking me up.
The blanket he’d covered me with and how he noticed my bear.
How kind he was as he walked me through the airport.
His gentle touch as he led me through getting to the hotel.
The way he held me and fed me.
It’s like a rush of memories I have no hope of controlling once they unload. The big version of me is slightly embarrassed by how easily I fell into this stranger’s arms. I don’t even know this man, yet I trusted him implicitly.
Even so far as to consider calling him Daddy already.
I blush at the memory as I try to locate said man. He’s not in the main area, though I do see more light spilling out of a room across the entry. It looks like maybe it leads to a bedroom.
Standing slowly, I listen to the pop of my joints and grimace. I’m too fucking old to be falling asleep on couches. My body can’t handle the awkward positioning.
I roll my neck before looking around the space to see if I can locate my bags. We did bring them in with us, so I know they have to be around here somewhere. I don’t want to run out on the guy, but maybe avoiding some stilted conversation is best.
Except there’s no sign of my stuff anywhere.
The floorplan is open enough I can see all over and nothing in here looks like my suitcase. It’s as if the damn thing disappeared.
I wander toward the open door, my eyes still scanning for any sign of my luggage. Maybe he put it in the room to get it out of the foyer. He could be the type to want to put things away, which would be fitting for the way he Daddy’d me.
No, Foster.
Don’t think of that right now.
If I give myself permission to remember all the ways he took care of me, I’ll easily sink back into my Little mindset. I’ve never had anyone get me there so quickly. But this man—Duval, if I remember correctly —had me there in an instant.
At the open door, I hesitate for a moment to decide if I should go in or not. What if he’s changing? Or he’s on an important call?
The first doesn’t make sense. Who changes clothes with the door open? And the second… Well, I don’t hear any voices.
Leaning forward, I listen for any sign of movement. That’s when I hear it.
Water.
He’s in the shower.
With that knowledge, I feel brave enough to step over the threshold. Maybe I can find my suitcase and slip out before he’s done.
Only when I step into the room, it’s as put together as the rest of the place. I don’t see any sign of either of our bags. If I didn’t hear the running water from the cracked bathroom door, I’d think he left me alone in this big suite.
Without my permission, my body drifts to the bathroom door. I can’t help but peek through the crack to make sure he’s real.
This all feels like some kind of strange dream. I’ve never done drugs, so I have no frame of reference, though this has to be close, right? How else can I explain meeting my dream Daddy, being spoon fed ice cream, taking a nap, and waking up to him in the shower?
Right as I glance through the crack, I hear a groan mix with the sound of the water. It’s guttural and deep.
A bolt of desire shakes me to my core.
What is happening right now?
Needing to know more, I pull open the door a bit. With the larger view, I can see Duval’s naked form in the shower. Water cascades over him in a way that has me thirsty for a taste.
But it’s the movement of his arm that steals my attention.
I know that movement. I’ve done it hundreds of times myself.
He’s touching himself.
Stroking his cock.
Oh, shit.
I can’t move. Can’t leave despite knowing I should.
“Fuck,” he grunts, the sound barely audible over the noise of the water.
My legs go weak. I have to lean on the doorjamb to hold myself up.
As I’m watching, his movement grows faster. The glass is the kind that doesn’t fog. I’m given a perfect view of everything.
“Foster,” he says next.
I freeze.
Literally every part of me locks tight at the sound of my name.
He hisses, and his hips buck forward.
“Little one.”
Unable to hold back, I whimper when I realize he wants both parts of me—big Foster and Little me. It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever witnessed. There was zero chance of keeping quiet.
Duval’s eyes meet mine in the next instant. He must have heard me.
His mouth drops open as his body locks up. I can’t look away as he comes, the release mixing with the water as it disappears down the drain.
I immediately hate that it’s gone.
It should have been mine. I want it. I need it.
Woah.
What the fuck? I’ve never been greedy over someone’s cum. What has this man done to me? And how in the hell am I supposed to cope once this week is over?
As I’m lost in thought, he shuts off the water and steps out of the shower. His body is just as impressive on this side of the glass. I track my eyes over the planes of his frame, cataloging it all for when I don’t have access to it anymore.
I have no doubt I’m going to get my luggage, say my apologies for being a bother, and then disappear from this man’s life as soon as possible. It’s the only logical plan, especially after this.
“Foster,” he says softly as he grabs a towel. “How was your nap?”
Blinking, I try to put together an answer for him. It’s kind of hard—just like his cock appears to still be. Or maybe it’s hard again . I mean, I saw him come.
He’s young though. Maybe he just has a wild refractory period.
“Little one?”
I whip my head up at the nickname. “Huh?”
Duval smiles at me, as if he knows his body is distracting me from the conversation. He wraps the towel around his waist, which does very little to hide how aroused he is.
“I asked how your nap was. You were out cold when I left you to come clean up.”
“Fine. It was ok. Not comfy.”
Shit.
I clear my throat. “Um, it was not the most comfortable.”
His brow rises when I try to force myself to speak more like an adult. I don’t know why this man’s presence brings out my Little side so easily. It’s like simply being around him is enough to regress.
Normally I have to be around another Little or bury myself into a small activity to get there. Something like cartoons and coloring, or even a tea party with my stuffies. It’s never been so simple as talking to someone.
“I’m sorry it wasn’t comfy. I would have moved you, but I didn’t want to disturb you. If you’re a light sleeper, it would have woken you.”
“No,” I reply. “I don’t sleep lightly. It takes a lot to wake me up, actually.”
He smiles then. “Good to know. Although, I should have remembered that from the plane. It was rather difficult to get you to come to. I thought maybe it was just exhaustion at the time.”
I nod because I’m not really sure what to say. Some of it was that. But overall, I’m a heavier sleeper than most.
“Are you hungry? You only had ice cream earlier. I don’t think that’s enough to sustain you.”
He moves toward me, and I shift to the side to let him pass. Instead, he moves right up to me and runs his fingers along my jaw.
“What would you like? I can order more room service. Or if you’re up for an adventure, we can go check out the food downstairs. This place is supposed to have some of the best cuisine in the area. I’d even be willing to explore if that’s what you want.”
A memory from before surfaces. At the airport, people stared and tried to take pictures of him. I wonder if that’ll be a problem here too.
“I have a question.”
He nods. “Ask away, little one. I’m happy to answer anything.”
“Why did those people at the airport look at you like that? They were pointing and trying to take your picture, right? Are you famous or something?”
Instead of answering right away, he pulls out his phone. With it turned my way, he opens his photos app and swipes until he gets to a photo of two guys. When he enlarges it, I gasp.
“There are two DDs!”
“Not quite,” he says around a laugh. “I have a twin. He plays for the professional baseball team back home. Sometimes people spot me and assume I’m him, despite not having his tattoos or his build. He’s got some bulk on me, though admittedly, we’re the definition of identical for the most part.”
I tilt my head. Something about what he says feels familiar. It creates a tingling sensation in my brain. One I can’t quite avoid since I have more questions now.
“Where’s home?”
“Bellport,” he says.
His answer shakes the very foundation of the hotel. It’s like a level twenty-seven earthquake.
And yes, I know that doesn’t exist. Let me live my life, please.
My mouth works as I try to force words out. This man lives in Bellport. The same place I live. How in the world had we never met? Or better yet, why wasn’t he already my Daddy?
Woah, Little Foster. No rushing the process.
I try to calm the swirl of anxious thoughts that build, but it’s no use.
DD notices right away. His hands move to my jaw, where he holds me like I’m the most delicate thing he’s ever touched.
“Little one, I need you to breathe for me. I’m going to show you how, ok? Just follow DD.”
He then proceeds to take deep breaths, one at a time. I do as he told me to, repeating his movements until the urge to vomit, scream, and run away leave me.
Tears leak from the corner of my eyes as embarrassment settles in place of the feelings from before.
“I’m sorry.” It comes out as a whisper.
“Nothing to be sorry for. You were upset about where I live. Can I ask why though? Is it because you live somewhere else and are sad we won’t be close? Or is it because we live in the same city, and you began to overthink?”
I tap one of the hands holding my cheek as he says the second one. His gentle smile makes me think he’s happy about my answer.
“You live in Bellport, Little One?”
I nod.
“That’s good news, then. Really good news.
Means I can see you after this trip. That I won’t have to resort to using my airline miles to try to follow you across the country.
Because I would have. Do you understand that?
I’d have been on a plane as soon as this week ended to come to you if you’d have agreed to keep this going. ”
My eyes must show the questions I can’t form with my mouth.
What is this? What are we doing? How can I keep you?
“We can work through all the other questions you have this week. I’m not going anywhere anytime soon if you’ll have me.”
He laughs when my head bounces in a nod so quickly I get dizzy. His grip tightens, holding me in place to get my attention again.
Since my Little side has decided to go nonverbal with him, I allow my actions to show how I feel. Tilting my head, I nuzzle his palm as I close my eyes. It’s the most trusting move I can give him.
Plus, I want him to know I enjoy his touch. I want more of it. More of him.
“For now, let’s focus on getting you fed, little one. The rest will work out.”
I sure hope he’s right.