Chapter Eleven
Sammy
It was date night with Will, and we were going to Chained together for what I hoped would be the first and not the only time.
We’d spent time together with Will as my daddy when I’d asked him to pretend for the day.
He’d done great and helped me through a difficult time, but this was different. Tonight was all about fun.
We went on a big date since that weekend and it was great…wonderful even, but if we wanted to see if we were going to go anywhere with this relationship, and I really, really wanted to—we needed to see what it was like spending daddy/little time together.
We could’ve done that at home. A lot of people thought that was easier, but I disagreed.
To me, it was easier to have it at Chained.
Yes, all of my things were at home, but we would’ve had to establish all of our own boundaries and really have some serious conversations that we didn’t need to have just yet by spending a date night at the club.
There were already rules set in place for the little room.
We didn’t need to start from scratch. On top of that, I wouldn’t fall into the little space in an atmosphere like that.
Some littles could and did. I envied them, but I couldn’t.
There was too much happening around me. I always had fun, but it hit differently than playing at home.
Being here was definitely the best option for us.
I packed my little clothes and said goodbye to CB, who came home with me from the cabin.
That had been a difficult decision. CB was a designated stuffie for my time at the cabin, but also, I didn’t want him being lonely there.
When I drove off with him in the passenger seat, I promised him he could come back and stay at the cabin if we decided he didn’t belong at my house.
He was staying with me, no matter which place I was in.
Will was picking me up for this date, and the wait was already killing me. It didn’t help that I was ready an hour early. In my worry that I’d be late, I overcompensated like a boss and wound up with the opposite problem.
One minute dragged to two. It was ridiculous. At this rate, the hour was going to feel like a week.
I’m about to go on a date. I shot Brock a quick text, and he immediately called back.
“I need all the information. Is this the daddy who found your boat?” He knew about the cabin and about our dinner, but I hadn’t told him about going to Chained yet, for no reason other than we hadn’t talked yet.
I told him my plans and about the outfit I’d picked for the night. He told me about how well he did on his big project and how he’d been nominated for an award. We both agreed a raise was better. When we hung up, the timing couldn’t have been more perfect.
Daddy knocked on the door as I was sliding my phone into my pocket.
“I got you something.” He handed me a small gift bag.
“Thanks.” I reached inside to find a set of drawing pencils, nice ones at that.
One thing about Will, he paid attention to the small details. I appreciated that about him. Who was I kidding? I appreciated a lot about him.
The parking lot was pretty full when we pulled into the club, but he managed to get us a pretty decent spot, and, after we checked in, he waited for me outside the changing room. This was our first time, and we weren’t ready to jump in with a changing room. Maybe next time.
I wore a onesie with a teddy bear on it.
I picked it out because it reminded me of CB, and the embroidery was teal, my favorite color.
I paired it with pajama pants, nothing too fancy or too cute and easy to move around in.
I could go full adorable next time. Tonight was all about testing the waters.
When I came out, he was waiting there for me. “Ready to go play?”
I nodded. “Can I call you Daddy tonight?”
We’d talked in the car about what we both did and didn’t want to do here, but that hadn’t come up. Now that I saw him and wanted to say, “Yes, Daddy,” it was best to ask.
“You can call me Daddy any night.” He took my hand, and we walked straight to the playroom, not stopping to see who might be there, like I normally would’ve. Tonight was about us, not our friends.
The playroom was pretty empty, given the size of the crowd at the club.
Chained was holding some kind of ropes demonstration, and I had a feeling that was where most of the people were.
I loved watching ropes demonstrations; there was such beauty to them.
But tonight was about playing with Daddy, not learning about the art of knots.
We went from area to area. Ms. Lily had outdone herself. The place had all new stations, since I was there last. She had clay set up tonight, which was fun. Making snakes was my favorite clay activity of them all.
Ms. Lily also set up a bubble station where I ended up being more frustrated than having fun, the bubbles popping far too soon. At first, I thought it was the bubble solution, but as others played with it, I saw it for what it was…user failure.
From there, we went to the large cardboard blocks, building towers taller than I was, and watching them fall. That was my favorite. There was something so satisfying about building a structure larger than I was, and even more so, knocking it down.
The entire night was so much fun.
I never slipped into little space, but that had never been the point. It had been about seeing if we enjoyed the same things at the club, and by every barometer I had, we did. But all too soon, it was time to go home, and I wasn’t ready for the night to be over.
When he pulled into the driveway, I grabbed his hand as he was unbuckling his seat belt.
“Do you not want me to walk you to the door?” he asked, not accusatory or angry. He just wanted to know.
“Oh, sorry, that’s not what I meant. I just wanted to ask if you wanted to come inside.”
“Yeah, that’d be nice.” He clicked the buckle free.
“What I mean is, do you want to come inside and sleep over?”
“Absolutely.” He reached over and petted my head. I loved it when he did that. “I like how you just tell me what you want.”
“Well, if you liked that, you’ll like this even more.” I leaned close to his ear. “By sleep, I mean, I want to feel you inside me.”
“That can be arranged, my sweet boy. That can be arranged.”