Page 2 of Hunter's Baby Girl

She put on a white wristband. “What color?” the girl at the desk asked. I bit my lip and seconds later was putting on a white wristband of my own. What the hell? I thought. When in Rome.

Within minutes, I saw what Megan meant and felt much more relaxed than I had prior to arriving. It really was just like a club. There was a dance floor and DJ, an area to just sit and chill out, and various rooms off the main area in which we now stood.

We got a drink – juice, of course. Little Girls weren’t allowed to have alcohol. I looked around at the other patrons. They were of all shapes, sizes, and ages. Some led others around on collars. Megan told me that was the typical Dom/sub situation. One man wearing footie pajamas asked if he could lick my shoe. I politely declined and was pleased when he smiled and wished me a fun evening. Then he asked Megan, and to my surprise, she let him lick her patent-leather fetish heels.

She looked at me. My jaw was on the floor. “What?” she asked. “He likes it. It’s not hurting anybody. Just relax.”

So, I tried to relax. I was curious to see what was going on in some of the rooms, actually. I told Megan this, but she was making eye contact with a burly, bald-headed man in a football jersey. “I think the captain of the football team has to do some extra credit work if he wants to play in the big game this weekend,” she murmured to me.

Just then, Megan noticed someone standing near the football player. She waved him over. “I want you to meet someone,” she told me. I was looking down at my drink, and when I looked up again, I saw possibly the most gorgeous man I’d ever laid eyes on.

I was average height, around five feet, five inches, and he had at least six inches on me, if not more. He was wearing tight leather pants, boots, and nothing else. His body was miraculous: fit, lean, and muscular. I could have licked his abs right then and there, I thought.

“Hunter,” Megan said, “this is my best friend, Hayley. Hayley, this is Hunter. He enjoys telling Little Girls what to do.”

“I prefer to think of it as guidance and nurturing, Megan,” he joked with a wink before shaking my hand.

“Well, you two have fun tonight. I’m gonna go talk to this football player over here and see if we can’t bring his average up,” she said. And just like that, she was gone.

“I’m guessing you’re new here?” he asked, and I nodded.

“How did you know?” I asked.

“Well, first off, you’re looking around with your eyes bulging out of your head,” he chuckled. “And second, I know I would remember you if you’d been here before.”

I couldn’t help smiling. “I’ve just never seen anything like this,” I told him.

“Don’t be scared . . . Little One,” he said. I looked at him, slightly confused. “Oh, I’m sorry,” he said. “It’s just that the white wristband . . . I understand if you don’t want to play.”

“No, no,” I said, not wanting to turn down the chance to have fun with this gorgeous hunk. “I was just confused. No, I definitely think you should . . . show me around, so I’m not scared anymore.” He grinned, revealing dimples in his cheeks, which were covered with a day or two worth of dark growth. It made him look even more roguishly sexy. His piercing blue eyes shone at me, even in the dim light.

First, he led me to a large room off the dance floor, which was full of equipment, like whips and paddles and restraints, hanging from the walls, two tables on which women were being spanked while others watched, and an X-shaped cross to which a man was strapped and being flogged with a leather cat-o’-nine tails. “This is where anyone can generally play if they want to, a sort of come-as-you-are thing,” he explained. “As long as you’re respectful, you’re good.” He nodded toward the corner, where who I assumed to be a dungeon master was standing guard. Of course, he was simply dressed like a regular person. I don’t know what I’d been expecting.

“Do you sometimes need a spanking when you’ve been a bad girl?” he murmured in my ear. I couldn’t help the shiver than ran up my spine at his words and the feeling of his breath on me. “Mmm-hmm,” I replied, biting my lip and looking up at him through lowered lashes. I could tell he appreciated the response.

“Let’s go see some of the other rooms. We’ll see what sort of scenes are going on.” He took my hand and led me out of the room. Scenes of what? I asked myself.

Well, I figured it out pretty quickly as we walked into another room and were greeted by the sight of a woman on all fours on a mattress, with her hands and ankles strapped down. She was being fucked from behind by one man while another man’s cock was in her mouth. Several couples were seated around the room, watching in silence.

“Do you like this?” my “Daddy”, as I guessed I should call him, whispered in my ear. I had to nod. I was always turned on by the sight of a woman being taken by two men at once.

He took my hand and led me to one of the large, plush armchairs in the room. He sat, then took my hand and pulled me onto his lap to watch the scene.

He pulled me closer, so my ear was near his mouth. “Can I touch you?” he whispered. I thought about it for a moment, then nodded. I wanted to see where this would go.