Page 3 of Her Gentle Daddy

Sean stared at the legal document in front of him for so long that the words blurred, and finally, he threw the stack of papers on his desk. He felt antsy and unsettled. His life was a fog of contracts, negotiations, meetings with clients, and everything else that was boring. Being a business lawyer had been exciting and challenging at one point in his life, but as he got older and more established, it wasn’t giving him the fulfillment he needed.

As grateful as he was for his job and the opportunities it gave him, something was missing in his life, and he was beginning to think he’d never find it. Leaning back in his chair, Sean pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. Maybe a trip to The Playground would help improve his mood. It had been weeks since he’d been and even longer since the last time he’d played Daddy to a Little.

He was a gentle and attentive Daddy, and the Littles loved playing with him at the club, but he had never found a little girl who wanted to be his and his alone. He provided the sweet side of a Daddy that they craved, but at the same time, they wanted the sweetness balanced with a bit of aggression and sadism, and that just wasn’t the kind of Daddy he was. There were plenty of Daddies at the club who could provide that balance. Sean was friends with many of them and respected them entirely as they did him.

Deciding to wrap up the day and visit The Playground later that night, Sean packed up his work and headed to his big empty house just outside of the city. He loved Seattle and everything it offered, but he also loved coming home to the peace of living where it was a bit quieter and had a slower pace. He had lived in the house for nearly five years after having it custom built for him and hopefully for any future Little that might become his. Unfortunately, the parts he had designed for that future Little were still unused and beginning to collect dust.

One day. You will find your Little one day. Be patient. She’s out there somewhere.

After doing a workout in the gym that he’d had built off the side of the house, he wolfed down some leftover chicken enchiladas that he’d made the night before and then showered. He dressed in a pair of black jeans, with a black tee and a pair of black boots. While he wore suits for work when he went into the office, he preferred to be comfortable in jeans and t-shirts outside of work, and luckily the club dress code wasn’t overly strict.

It was already busy by the time he got there, especially for a Thursday evening. He recognized several people right away and greeted them as he walked through the club towards the Littles’ area. He considered himself friends with many of the Doms that enjoyed the dungeon, but that wasn’t an area that had ever interested him, so he never lingered.

As soon as he stepped into the Littles’ area, he was greeted by his friend Ian, who was leaning against the wall. His gaze was fixed on his baby girl who was playing with another Little. After an incident at the club when Sean had sat down and read to Ian’s Little, Maddie, without knowing she belonged to him already, Sean had felt as though their friendship might have been over. Ian had stormed into the club, pissed and ready to fight until Sean had reassured him that nothing had happened and he was only being friendly.

To his relief, Ian had called Sean a few weeks later and apologized for being a jerk that night and then invited him to their wedding. Sean was glad because he had always considered Ian a good friend and someone whom he could trust.

“Hey,” he said to Ian.

Ian nodded, “Hey, man, how’s it going?”

Sean shrugged, “As good as can be expected, I guess. You?”

He really didn’t need to ask Ian to know the answer. The man was practically beaming with pride as he watched his little girl play.

Before Ian could answer, one of the club owners, Zane, walked in and nodded toward the two men. They were all friends, and Zane was also a Daddy. He often checked up on the Littles’ area to ensure every Little in there was having a good time. Sean had no idea why the man was still single, but he also didn’t know why he was still single himself, so his guess was as good as any.

“Hey, guys. How’s it going in here?” Zane asked.

Ian nodded, “Good. Maddie is over there having the time of her life making a mess with glitter and paint.”

Sean and Zane looked over at the petite girl and grinned. She was a total mess, as was the other Little she was crafting with.

“Hey, Sean, can you stop by tomorrow around noon? I have some business I need to… discuss with you,” Zane asked.

He studied Zane for a moment before nodding his head. It wasn’t unusual that Zane would ask to meet with him since Sean was his business attorney, but the way he said it and the look on his face seemed strange.

“Sure.”

Zane shook his hand and left the Littles’ area. Sean looked over at the messy glittery girls and winced.

“Yeah, good luck with that, buddy. Your car is going to be glitterfied for months after driving her home tonight.”

Ian groaned, but Sean could see the smile on his face as he walked over to Maddie and tried to dust the glitter off of her hands and clothes. Even though he wasn’t playing with any Littles, it still felt good to be around them. Their innocent energy made him smile, and he loved watching them play and giggle freely knowing they were in a safe space.

A few minutes after Ian ushered out his glittery wife, Sean left the club as well. None of the Littles he was familiar with were there, and he wasn’t in the mood for trying to meet someone new right then.

The following day, Sean worked from home. That was one of the luxuries of his job. He had an office in downtown Seattle, but he worked from his home office most of the time unless he needed to meet with clients. He spent most of the morning on calls with people who needed his advice on which route to go with their business.

Around eleven-thirty, Sean grabbed his laptop and jacket and left his house to head to The Playground, wondering if Zane wanted to talk to him about opening another club. He had talked about expanding in the past, but because of the nature of the club, there were laws and limitations to where he could have that kind of establishment.

Almost as soon as he pushed the button outside the door to alert Zane of his arrival, the door opened, and Zane ushered him into the building.

“Thanks for coming. I hope you didn’t have to reschedule anything on my behalf.”

Sean followed him to his office and sat down in the chair across from where Zane sat at his desk.

“No problem. I didn’t have anything scheduled today. So, what’s up?”