Chapter 7
JUNIPER
Something is still nagging at me about my night with Mommy. But it isn’t until I’m getting ready to head to Restraint the following Monday that it hits me.
Daddy won’t be there tonight, because he’s out of town. And he’ll be gone all week.
Just like Mommy.
But… no. No. That would be way too big of a coincidence.
Wouldn’t it?
Abandoning my plans for the club, I grab my laptop and climb back into bed. My social media is already up, as usual, so click in the search bar and type in a name.
Valentina
There are a shocking number of results, which dims my excitement a bit. But I’m not ready to give up yet.
Valentina and Sebastian
Jackpot.
It takes me no time at all to find them, because the most recent post is from the wedding they attended, together, this past weekend.
Jesus, they look incredible. Mommy’s draped in a deep purple number that leaves her back scandalously bared, with more than a hint of her generous breasts on display.
The clingy material hugs every curve, and my mouth waters at the memory of her perfect ass all but smothering me as I worshiped her pussy.
And Daddy is just as hot, with that hint of gray in his beard even more pronounced than usual in the bright sunlight. His suit is cut to perfection, highlighting the sturdy muscles beneath without making it look as though he’s about to burst out of it.
Grabbing my phone, I hit the button to call my best friend in the whole world. “You are never going to believe this.”
I can practically hear Ashley’s grin through the phone. “Try me.”
“You know how I’ve been sorta exclusive with that Daddy at Restraint?”
She does, because she and her Daddy are there even more often than I am. “The hot-as-fuck silver fox? What about him?”
Uncle Ryan, Ashley’s husband, must not be home or else she would not be dropping f-bombs so casually. “He’s married.”
Silence greets my announcement, and then Ashley lets out a string of swear words that would get her mouth washed out—and worse—if her Daddy was home. “He’s married? And he never told you?”
“No, but that’s not the craziest part.”
“Okay, now you really have my attention.”
Dragging in a deep breath, I brace myself for the bomb I’m about to drop. “You know how I’ve also been playing with a Mommy at The Velvet Collar?”
“Right…”
“She’s married too. She’s married to Daddy.”
“No. Fucking. Way!”
“Yes fucking way. Look.” I send her the photo I found. “That’s Mommy in the purple dress.”
“Holy crap. I mean, they definitely know each other, but are you sure they’re married?”
“Very sure. I checked their profiles and they list each other as spouses. What are the odds?”
“Really low. Like astronomically low. That is the craziest coincidence I’ve ever heard.”
“I know!”
“So… what are you gonna do about it?”
That’s the question, isn’t it? “I have an idea, but I don’t know if it’s crazy.”
Ashley snorts. “Knowing you? Yes.”
“Shut up,” I shoot back without any heat. “Do you wanna hear my idea or not?”
“Of course I do.”
“Okay.” I drag in another deep breath, which does nothing to calm the racing of my heart as excitement and terror beat at my chest. “Mommy and I have a zoo date next weekend. I’m gonna ask Daddy to meet me there.”
My plan is met with another long silence. I’m just about to check if the call dropped when Ashely finally speaks again. “Have you lost your fucking mind?”
“Ashley Marie!”
“Daddy!” Fear has Ashley’s voice shooting up several octaves. “You’re home early.”
“And it’s a good thing, too.” Uncle Ryan’s tone is tight with anger. “Who are you talking to?”
“J-Junie.”
There’s an odd noise and then Uncle Ryan’s voice comes through the speaker. “I’m sorry, Junie, but Ashley has to go.”
“But Uncle Ryan, I need her!”
“She can call you back after dinner. If she’s a good girl.”
In my head, I can picture him glaring at my bestie while she glares right back.
Arguing with him when he’s already made up his mind is likely to end with us being put on restriction from each other and not being allowed to talk for a couple days, so I swallow down all the arguments burning on my tongue. “Yes, Sir.”
“We’ll talk to you later, sweetheart. Be good.”
“I’ll try.”
His laughter bursts through the phone, making me smile despite myself. We end the call, and I stare down at the device in my hand.
Maybe Ash is right. Maybe I have lost my mind.
But I don’t care. This is a chance to finally get everything I’ve ever wanted.
Swiping open my contacts, I select the number Daddy programmed in after we agreed to play more regularly, in case I dropped really bad after a scene and needed him. I pull up the option to text him, tapping out a message before I lose my nerve.
And I hit send.
Sebastian
From my lounge chair, I watch as my wife climbs out of the pool, water dripping from her tan skin, which has only turned more golden during our time here at the resort.
Our friends opted for a destination wedding, which was part of why we chose to stay the whole week instead of simply flying out for the ceremony and flying home, and as much of a hassle as it was to get here, I’m grateful for the time away with my beautiful wife.
Dropping onto the seat beside me, Valentina sighs happily, stretching her long, shapely legs out in front of her as she drops her head back against the chair, tilting her face up toward the sun. “It’s going to suck going back home to the cold after this.”
Chuckling at her unusually sulky tone, I reach over and thread my fingers with hers. “Maybe we should take more of these trips in the winters. Give ourselves a break from the cold and the slush.”
Over her sunglasses, her eyebrows wing up toward her hairline. “Really? Can you afford to be away that much?”
Guilt pricks at my chest. Ever since I made partner, I haven’t been making time for my wife the way I should. Which makes my weekly outings to Restraint even more of a betrayal.
Perhaps I should end things with Junie. Give up my membership. Focus on the woman I married, instead of a woman I can never really be with. It isn’t fair to either of them for me to have one foot in each door like this.
The thought of never seeing Junie again is an ache in my chest, one that I deliberately ignore as I smile at my wife. “A week or two during the year isn’t going to kill anyone. Would you want to come back here or try somewhere different?”
To my surprise and delight, an adorable blush creeps into Val’s cheeks. “Actually, I have a list of places. We’d talked about traveling more a few years ago, so I started putting some ideas together.”
Jesus, I really am the worst. Lifting our joined hands together, I press a kiss to her knuckles. “Send me the list and I’ll make the arrangements.”
She smiles, brighter than the tropical sun beating down on us, and my heart does a slow roll in my chest. “Done. Thank you, Bash.”
“You’re welcome, my love.”
An image comes to my mind completely unbidden. My Junie, dressed in one of those adorable little bathing suits with the ruffles on the butt, prancing in and out of the ocean, screaming with delight.
“Daddy, come play with me!”
Fuck. What kind of man sits hand-in-hand with the supposed love of his life and daydreams about another woman?
A complete bastard, that’s who.
My phone buzzes and I reach over without thinking to grab it, and that sick feeling in my stomach worsens. It’s a text from Junie.
The universe must be fucking with me.
I glance over at Val, who is busy scrolling through her own phone. Probably looking for the list of vacation destinations to send me.
And even though I feel like I might puke from the guilt swamping me, I swipe open Junie’s text.
Junie
Hi, Daddy! I know you’re on vacation, but I wanted to ask you something. My friends were supposed to go to the zoo with me for my birthday but they all bailed, so I was hoping maybe we could go next Saturday? Just as friends. Please? It would mean a lot to me.
I swear I can hear her pleading tone through the text message.
A zoo date with my Little girl. It’s risky, even going as “just friends”. I’ve been very careful over the years to never let my relationships with my Littles extend past the clubs I’ve frequented.
But Junie is different. She’s the only Little I’ve ever wanted… more with. The only one I’ve ever imagined playing in the ocean with.
The only one who I would even consider risking my marriage for.
Sliding my gaze toward my wife, I weigh my options. The zoo isn’t exactly romantic. And Junie herself said she just wants to go as friends. Val has never been the jealous type, the kind of woman to freak out over me having friendships with other women.
What harm could one little, perfectly platonic date do?
Ignoring the voice in my head screaming that it could, indeed, do plenty of harm, I type out a message back to my Junie.
Sebastian
When and where, little one?