Chapter 1:15 Daddy - Rourke

Chapter 1:15 Daddy - Rourke

Here we are again, Vince and I edged as fuck after another near miss. Can't say that, "Heather," was my first instinct when I caught up with him.

Can't say I put up much of a fight either, obviously.

Soon as orders were out on the Kinneys, every gangster of his organization low and high took to the streets in the knowledge that our boy was attacked.

I'm no better than he is, and both of us may just burn the world down, if we don't strip some of the weight.

Generally, I'm the one who avoids the club, but tonight I need the visual reminders to keep us in check even more than he does. I also know that if he goes alone, Vince has more potential to slip.

Nico is with Tio, who by some miracle doesn't have a fucking scratch on him. I'd never have believed it if half his treatments and tests weren't given to the boy from my chest.

Vince is my brother in my life. Probably will be in the next.

There is nothing we don't share. To me that's the definition of partnership. One that's lasted almost two decades, and one that was almost cut short in the most terrifying way.

Natural. Nostalgic. Whatever you call our reliving the first night we paired years back.....

Just reaffirms that 'shook' feeling of knowing what was almost taken.

…....Fifteen Years Ago.........

“Didn’t say you could move yet, baby girl," I chuckle from my corner in the pink room. It's my first week of leave in months, and I'm over long distance.

Regardless of my bank account, the kinds I like are the last ones who come near me. Even before my first tour as a Gunner in the AF, at twenty, I wasn’t the most inviting looking dude.

Not one person in basic questioned why I was there, and every one of them believed I was a lifer waiting to happen. I was just promoted to Chief, which gives me a fuck ton more responsibility.

Side benefit, I get extended leave, and I know just how to spend it.

I need skin, and the only place for me to get that. At least what I crave out of it is in a pay to play setting. Being that Luke owns the club I and every other higher up in our city frequent, I have a standing invitation.

I’m in the pink room, which is more friendly to my preferred taste. Very few women tick the boxes of what I want, and the types I look at rarely ever look back at me.

Females who are attracted to my huge ass are, as a rule, more psychotic than I am. I also don’t feel like drunk or high counts as far as consent goes.

Everything about what I do requires three things. Open communication, absolute honesty, and full consent.

Luke’s place is nice, his girls are clean, and all of them are more turned on if not empowered by their positions rather than spiteful about fucking clients for cash.

My entry into BDSM is the last thing I want to think about at the moment Heather's ass wriggles in the air with my hand print on it. Still, considering the blue-eyed, cinnamon haired female is so good at the role, I can’t really help thinking on how it started.

I could say that I planned this.

That I chose a busier night so no one else figured out my obsessions.

All the rooms of the fetish club I frequent are color coded to the multiple themes under the BDSM umbrella. Pops may have given me the name and address.

It wasn't too hard to figure out that come sixteen I was about to blow a gasket. Pops figured I needed to get laid, and knew fuck all about it.

It was still none other than the man everyone called a robot who walked me through. Luke took hours to explain sex, fetish, and everything in between before giving me a tour of his establishment.

Luke's age never let him feel like a brother or cousin. Was never young enough to be in our group or old enough to be in Pop's, but he was always hovering. Ever present in our lives and education.

Luke's father Ivan, wasn't around much, so even before the man died when Luke was thirteen, it wasn't too much change. For someone raised by staff rather than parents, I'm sure there are reasons for why he is the way that he is.

Oddly considerate is how Georgie defines him. Deceptively terrifying, Nico says. A good man according to Pops, but I really didn't know what to think until that night.

Dedicated. Loyal. Perceptive. Knowledgeable.

All things that described Lucian Gaines the night he sat me down, and explained shit no one else in my life dared to. So I'll add candid and unapologetic to that list.

Unapologetic, due to him promising to castrate me if I touched anyone under twenty or dared to handle 'anyone or anything', before I learned 'proper control'.

True it's legal for folks to have sex as young as age sixteen. Long as their partners are appropriate. Still waited given the level of hostility rolling off my patron, though.

Luke set me up with a few meetings, which lead to experimentation of other sorts. Conversations and self exploration lead by people with far more experience than me.

How I came to the conclusion I was a Daddy Dom.

Doesn’t mean I like kids.

Definitely something worse than castration and death waiting for me if I touched anyone who wasn't age appropriate. Just meant I needed to be needed.

Don’t do age play or pet play, but am attracted to the types that need direction as much as support. My savage side only rears its ugly head in protective type instincts all Daddies have.

Guess I’ve always taken the weight so to speak. I’m big enough for it, but only the sweet, soft, innocent types could ever take it back off my yoked out shoulders.

Make me feel important, and that all the shit I did was worth it.

I should have turned out a lot worse than I did. The banker normalizing the kinks and cravings I had, so long as it was done with those three key things, was no small contribution to my not being on the most wanted list.

Over the years, I’ve figured out my niche. Knowing how pent-up I am after three months on assignment, the extra reinforcement is relaxing.

Visual reminders that won’t let me get too carried away in going so long without.

It’s one of the few times I prefer a playroom to a bedroom. Unlike many in the fetish realm, I tend to prefer letting scenes play out as naturally as they can.

I appreciate that Heather gets I need more Dom than Daddy tonight, and the only reason we’re here rather than my place is because I’m out of practice.

Sex is like riding a bike. Once you’ve done it right, you never forget.