Touch of Trouble (Touch Series) (8 page)

Mark snickers and folds his arms across his chest. His end of Brayden's leash is looped around his hand. "You biting off a bit more than you ca
n chew, hon?"

"Who is?" And welcome to the show, Cade
Kingsley. Both he and Dylan appear behind Mark, who shifts to the side to make room. This is just great. Insert eye-roll. "Little Kayla?" He cocks a pierced brow at me. "And here I was, thinking she's always a good girl."

Daddy lets out a gruff laugh and hugs me from behind
. "That’s funny." Oh yeah, a real crack-up. I scowl at the ground in an attempt to hide my flushing cheeks. "Wasn’t that funny, baby girl?" Dipping down, he nips at my neck while his large hands roam my upper thighs, slowly bunching up my already-short dress. "If only Cade knew just how much trouble you could be, huh?"

"Nah, I don’t believe it for a second." Cade smirks in challenge.

"Well, this looks like fun…" Mark grins. "But Evangeline has a date with my new cane." I hadn't noticed it, but now I see his toy bag at his feet. "And Brayden's dying to try a new plug."

Even in the darkness of the club, it's easy to see the fire spreading over Brayden's cheeks, but I remember Evangeline telling me when we spoke on the phone over the holidays that humiliation turns him on.

After wishing us a nice evening—and promising that Evangeline and I can catch up later—Mark steers his subs toward the Cave and the scening stalls there.

"Why
don’t we take this to the private booth?" Daddy suggests, and I wish my name for the booth—the Cabana—would catch on. 'Cause it really looks like a cabana! A dark and gothic one, with velvet fabrics hanging down, offering complete seclusion and an erotic atmosphere. It's big, too—eight or nine people would fit. Well, if they're as small as me. Maybe six Nicholas's? "Come on, baby girl." Before I know it, Daddy picks me up and positions me on his hip. "I think you're done running around for tonight."

I squeak and try to pull down my dress, but Daddy clearly doesn’t want that. "I'm not wearing any panties," I whine. "Everyone can see my bottom."

"It's a very gorgeous little bottom." He squeezes it for emphasis, and I wince from the walloping this morning. Daddy laughs, the evil dummy.

With a
hmph
, I look over his shoulder, then giggle when Dylan crosses his light blue eyes and sticks out his tongue at me. Always the clown. Always the one who demands to see people in a good mood. He recently moved to San Francisco, yet it took no effort at all for him to find his place in our group. He's very outgoing, a people person like me.

Some
even think we're siblings, 'cause we share the same reddish brown hair—although his is only a few inches long and shaggy—light blue eyes, and fair skin. But that’s where the similarities stop.

Like Brayden, Dylan has a swimmer's body, but that’s because he actually is a swimmer—a professional one. Wide shoulders, narrow hips,
and defined muscles.

Cade seems to like having all that goodness on display, because he's ordered Dylan to only wear baby blue pajama bottoms.

"Here we go." Daddy has my attention again as he pulls the velvet aside and enters the private booth. "You and Dylan can sit over there." He nudges me toward the left corner of the booth while Cade points for Dylan to take the right. "We'll be right back with drinks. And behave, Kayla." Stern look.

"Okay—but, Daddy? May I please have a new lollipop?
A strawberry one?" I just love that little addition to the menu, and surprisingly, it was Mark who had thought of it. He does the inventory—and the alcohol and snack orders—being in charge of the bars and all. I thought it was very sweet of him to think of the Littles. However, it's disturbing that he also put ginger root, lemon slices, salt, mint oil, and wasabi on the menu, all parts of chemical play.

Daddy called it genius
and added Tabasco.

Evangeline said
"ow." Then she probably came.

"We'll see if I'm in a rewarding mood later." Daddy winks, then takes off with a chuckling Cade.

That leaves Dylan and me, surrounded by solid wood, thick velvet, and leather. The small spotlights attached to the wooden posts are dimmed low, so it's not very bright.

"Are you in love with Mr. Kingsley yet?" I get comfortable in my corner
and twirl a lock of hair around my finger. "If you say no like you did this weekend, I will call you a liar."

Dylan snickers and pulls up his legs, his arms wrapped around his knees. "Then maybe it's best I don
’t speak at all." Just a hint of a drawl. He's a Texas boy, but he grew up mostly on the East Coast. "Not everyone is looking for love, sugar." He reaches forward and tugs on a pigtail.

I scowl and smooth down my hair. "But you are. I know so." I've seen it—the way he's lusted
after Cade. "Do you deny it?" I jut out my chin.

He hesitates and glances over at the opening—maybe to make sure Cade and Daddy aren't about to return yet. "It's complicated." Dylan's mouth twists into a small grimace, but he's quick to hide it. "
I don’t wanna pressure him, you know? When we went out, it was all kinda casual, and if anything, he was more interested in my limits than my hobbies."

My brows knit together as I remember Daddy telling me about Cade's former Little—who was a girl. She hadn't been truthful, so maybe that’s why he
is focusing on Dylan's limits right now, to make sure they fit together. And I tell Dylan this, but he seems doubtful.

Unfortunately, we have to stop there, because Daddy and Cade enter the booth, talking about sports or…I
don’t know. I hear "game" and "bet" and "you're on" before I tune out.

"One Sprite for my baby." Daddy sits down and slides my soda with
crushed ice toward me, and I thank him with a big smooch. Then I climb up on his lap to snuggle. "In that mood, huh?" The left corner of his mouth quirks up.

Nodding, I bring my Sprite close and take a sip through the straw.

For a few minutes, Daddy and Cade resume talking about boring stuff, so that’s the perfect time for me to study Cade with Dylan. But I don’t know what he's so worried about; Cade seems aware of Dylan's every move. There's also a sense of contentment in Cade's eyes that wasn't there before.

"Time to move the table?" Cade asks a while later.

I get confuzzled, but Daddy just nods, and then the two men push the glossy black table toward the draped exit. I didn’t even know you could move it at all! In the end, half the table is sticking out, with the velvet drapes bunching up on the tabletop. It has left some space for us in the middle, yet it's still secluded and intimate.

"What're we gonna do, Daddy?" I
wonder, playing with his tie.

"We're going to play a
game." His voice has become a little huskier now, and that makes my pussy wake up. "You wanted to scene with Cade and Dylan, didn’t you?"

My mouth forms an "o" and my cheeks flame red. Peeking over at Cade and Dylan, my blush intensifies at the sight of them kissing.
I get all squirmy on Daddy's lap, and even more so when his hands slide up my thighs.

His words are soft and lust-filled as he shifts my pigtails forward and kisses my neck. "Cade and I have a little bet going on." A nip. I let out a shaky breath. "
He's under the impression that he has better stamina than I do."

"Oh." I clutc
h my tummy, getting all fluttery inside. My eyes flick between Daddy and Cade, both so different, though right now they have plenty in common, too. Mainly lust. The hunger in their eyes is palpable.

Cade tugs off his T-shirt and murmurs to his baby boy
. He palms Dylan's cheek, and under his predatory gaze, he has Dylan reverting to a younger version of himself right before our eyes.

It's beautiful.

They're like night and day. Cade with his tattoos and piercings, a natural tan, and a body that reveals his fifteen or so years in construction. Dylan with his lean build, not a mark in sight, and innocence and youth written across his features.

"You're
going to do your best, aren’t you?" Cade brushes the pad of his thumb over Dylan's bottom lip. "Give me a run for my money?"

Dylan gulps and nods. "Yes, Daddy."

At that, I quickly turn to Daddy again, needing to find out what all this is about. Boys make bets—it's such a guy thing—but I can be super competitive, so I gotta know.

"You're going to get me off." Daddy's eyes darken, and he positions me so I'm straddling him. "I'm going to hold back f
or as long as I can. And to keep you from wanting to help me stall—or Dylan to help Cade—there will be a prize for the Little who brings the first orgasm."

I
purse my lips. "So, I'm gonna try to make you come as fast as I can?" He nods. "And if I win, you lose?" Not sure I like the sound of that…

"It's just for fun, sweet girl." His gaze softens. "If I lose, I'm going to
give Cade season tickets to the 49ers."

I giggle behind my hand, then face Cade. "And if you lose, Mr. Kingsley?"

He smirks. "I'm gonna design the fetish furniture for the new area—the Chamber?—behind the Cave, for free."

"Yowza." I turn to Daddy once more. "What do Dylan and I get if we win? I mean, if I win or if he wins."

"
You
—" Daddy taps my nose "—get to bring your kittens and keep them in my office whenever we're here. For six months."

My jaw drops. Oh my God, that’s exactly what I want. Well, I want it for all eternity, but I
'll take six months!

Now I really want to win, dammit.

"Yeah, you'd love that, wouldn’t you?" He chuckles. "But Dylan's also going to try to win."

"What will I get if I win?" Dylan asks curiously.

Cade answers. "I'll buy you that dog you wanted,
and
I'll take care of it whenever you travel for your swim meets."

Uh-oh, I'm in trouble now.

Dylan sucks in a breath, determination tightening his posture. "I'm gonna win."

The hell he is!

I know just the way to seduce my Daddy, but it's going to take some preparation. It's not something I can jump into; it will feel fake and forced. At this point, I'm too excited to even try on my own.

But our Daddies are good ones; they can see we need time to center ourselves and calm down. So, they suggest we simply take it easy for a bit. They coax us patiently into casual conversation about this and that. Mostly, we talk about the new year that has started and what plans we have for it.

The wedding is obviously the biggest event for Daddy and me, but the topic soon shifts to our lifestyle. Cade and Rio, according to Daddy, host the best play parties, and now that
Rio is home again, there's hope a private party will take place soon. And Cade promises to plan something really special in the near future, too.

It's while Daddy and Cade are pitching ideas for theme nights at Switch for Daddy Doms and Littles that I finally reach the place in my head I love the most.

Getting all snuggly on Daddy's lap, I glance at Dylan from under my lashes and suck in a breath when I see that he's subtly adjusting his cock. He slips a hand inside his pajama bottoms, then blushes as he catches me staring at him.
Caught you
. But instead of bringing out his hand again, challenge flashes in his eyes, and he gives his cock a slow stroke while watching me.

Biting my lip, feeling naughty, I
hesitantly part my legs a few inches and give him a peek. His jaw clenches, and his eyes darken with lust. Next, I grab Daddy's hand and slowly bring it to my pussy, which halts the conversation. Daddy and Cade nod to each other, whatever that means—maybe we've started?—but I'm too focused on Dylan's cock to read into it.

"Mmm…" I have to struggle to keep my eyes open when Daddy's middle finger traces my smooth slit. I'm already wet, but more moisture slicks up the lips of my pussy as Dylan tugs down his PJs completely, revealing his cock.

"Daddy." He moans and hugs Cade's arm. "I'm all hard again."

"I can see that, baby." Cade wraps his fingers around Dylan's cock and kisses his temple. "You're leaking, too."

Oh. Right. Boys can also get wet, sorta. "Daddy?" I leave his lap, only to stand up in my seat and lift my dress. "Why does my kitty get wet sometimes? Is it the same for boys—because they want something?"

He coughs and c
lears his throat—unprepared for that, I think—and Cade mutters a bad word while Dylan just moans.

"That’s right, little one." Daddy has recovered; now he positions me with my feet on each side of him, my kitty basically in his face. "
It wants something inside." Leaning forward, he keeps our gaze locked as he drops a soft kiss to my clit. That one touch awakens every fiber of my being. "You know how wet you get when Daddy puts his cock inside you, yes?" I have to force air to leave my lungs, and I nod jerkily. "It's the same thing with Dylan. His cock leaks because he wants his Daddy to touch it and use it." One long digit slides down from my clit to my entrance. "Perhaps Dylan wants a soft, wet pussy to sink his cock into." Daddy fingers me slowly, all while placing sensual kisses around my clit. My knees nearly buckle. "Or maybe he wants his Daddy to fuck him." And with that, he glides his finger from my pussy back to my butt. "Right here." He circles the hole, spreading the juices from my pussy.