“I might have to wear it again if I stay longer than three nights. I don’t have enough outfits to get through the entire dance.” She smiled and inhaled sharply when I brought her close to my chest.
“There are plenty of stores around here that you can buy what you need. Maybe I can take you tomorrow?” I leaned forward and whispered into her ear. “I’ll even pay for it if you’ll model them for me.”
“I’m not looking for a sugar daddy.” She leaned back and shook her head. “I’m just here to have some fun.”
Wow, that is actually a promising start.
“You’re not dancing with me because you have repressed daddy issues that need to be addressed?” I tilted my head and looked down at her.
“I’m dancing with you because you took me by the hand and pulled me out onto the dance floor.” She laughed and pushed away. “No repressed issues here. My father is a very nice man.”
Okay, very promising.
“Don’t leave.” I reached out for her again. “I didn’t mean to offend you.”
“I’m not offended, I’m just not looking for an older man that wants me to call him Daddy.” She shrugged her shoulders. “I’m sure there are plenty of women here that are into that sort of thing.”
“Which is precisely why I’m dancing with you instead of the ones that approached me.” I took a step closer. “Come on, keep dancing with me. I like you.”
I like you a lot.
I knew Lyric was too young for me. There was no way she was going to settle down with someone like me. It was the opposite of what I was after, but I felt drawn to her. I looked over her shoulder as she stepped back into my embrace and saw the guy she was with the night before. He had taken off his mask, so I couldn’t tell what his costume was supposed to be, but he was watching us. He made eye contact and nodded to me, but he didn’t appear to mind that I was holding the woman he left with the night before. Lyric danced with me for almost an hour before we finally had to sit down from pure exhaustion—at least on my end. My stamina on the dance floor wasn’t what it once was.
“You’re going to offer me your pin, aren’t you?” She grabbed a glass of water and started drinking it.
“I’m seriously considering it.” I nodded in confirmation.
“None of the stuff you mentioned, right?” She tilted her head and narrowed her eyes. “I’m interested, but not in some weird fantasy.”
“I might spank you, but the only name I want to hear is Simon—or maybe oh
god. That works too.” I smiled and reached for her hand.
“I don’t know.” Her lips twisted with a look of concern. “I’ve never been spanked before.”
“You might like it. It’s excellent foreplay.” I grinned and squeezed her hand.
“Then maybe I should spank you.” She tilted her head in the opposite direction and bit down on her lip.
“Take my pin and you can do whatever you want.” I pulled my hand away and reached for my lapel.
“Okay.” She nodded and removed her pin. “Let’s go.”
Oh you’re definitely getting spanked, you little fox. There’s nothing better than a woman that has never submitted learning to enjoy it.
Lyric was exactly what I needed after the run I had with women I met online. I wasn’t dominant enough to call myself a true Dom. I enjoyed having a woman submit and spanking their ass was fun, but I didn’t take it far enough for those that were really submissive. I had tried it a few times and it just wasn’t my cup of tea. I asked a couple of women into real bondage to send me videos of the stuff they wanted before we agreed to meet and that sent me retreating back to the young ones who wanted to call me Daddy. Lyric and I held hands until we got to the elevators and then I turned her towards me for a kiss.
Chapter 6: Lyric
I never imagined that the second guy to take me to bed would be a sexy older man with silver hair. He wasn’t even the kind of guy I fantasized about. I was fairly certain a lot of girls would love to call him Daddy, even if that wasn’t a fantasy I had. What drew me to him most was the fact I knew he was experienced. After being with Maximo, I was scared to leave with someone else, even though I did want to explore my budding sexuality. Simon just seemed so trustworthy and authentic. The fact he wasn’t looking for someone younger for some weird fantasy eased my concerns and made me forget the age difference between us.
“Before we go inside your room...” I paused at the door and turned to face him. “I’m open to trying new things, but if I ask you stop, you have to give me your word that you will.”
“We can set up a safe word if it will make you feel better.” He took my hand.
“My safe word is stop.” I pursed my lips and nodded. “I’m serious about that.”
“That’s good enough for me.” He pushed his key card into the door.