Pretty in Pink Read Online Jayda Marx

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“Relax and have fun,” the man told me before shouldering open the door. I followed him inside and allowed the door to close behind me. My eyes scanned the large room, widening as I took in everything I saw; men of all ages and sizes in all different stages of dress sauntered around. Hungry gazes abounded, but not a single look held judgement.

My attention was caught by a young man, wearing only a pair of tight leather shorts. His eyes were trained on the hairy harnessed man until he got close; then he cast his gaze to the floor before dropping to his knees. Mr. Harness ran his fingers through the young man’s hair and bent down to whisper something into his ear. Even though his answering smile wasn’t meant for me, I could still feel its warmth, along with their instant connection. The young man stood up again, the two of them clasped hands, and walked away.

Well, hell. I didn’t even know the man’s name, but it still felt as if my only friend in the place left my side. I was glad he found someone to spend time with, but I also felt dumb standing alone in the middle of the bustling room. So, I made my way to an empty loveseat along the wall. It was cool, comfortable leather, and I chuckled to myself as I thought, easy clean up.

Now that I was out of the spotlight, I took the opportunity to really look around. Scattered around the open room were many others like the man who had accompanied me inside; hulking figures dressed in leather and harnesses. On the flipside, there were several men scantily dressed in tiny shorts, or less.

And then my eyes fell on a sight that made my heart ache with adoration and envy; on their knees on the floor were two young men, each of them wearing cotton shorts and cropped t-shirts, allowing their diapers to be seen peeking out of the waistband. They were both pushing toy cars along the carpeted floor.

I wondered if the pair knew one another before their visit. They certainly looked as if they were acquainted; they were all smiles and giggles as they played together. Watching over the duo in nearby chairs were two other men, each dressed casually. I knew immediately and instinctively that they were the Daddies to these two boys by the way they watched them with dumb, lovestruck grins.

One of the men looked up from his boy and caught my gaze. At first, his face drew up into an irritated expression, and I understood; Daddies could be very protective of their boys. He didn’t know I meant no harm; I was just some schmuck gawking from across the room, and he wanted to make sure that’s where I stayed.

I raised my hands in front of my chest in a placating gesture, and, after studying me for a moment, his own face softened at whatever he saw. He gave me a tight smile and nod before looking back at the cute young man and his toy car.

I breathed a sigh of relief. I did not want to catch the wrath of another Daddy, so I quickly snapped my gaze away to survey the rest of the club. I noticed a long bar at the far end of the room, and I thought a drink may be the liquid courage I needed to stop hiding in the corner.

But a second swipe of my gaze down the bar suddenly had me thirsty for something other than alcohol. Leaning on the countertop was someone so beautiful, I would have thought I was already drunk and hallucinating, if I weren’t stone cold sober.

The young man was average height, but his slim body gave him an elongated appearance. As did the short pink skirt he wore; it landed halfway down his thigh, revealing his long, shapely legs.

He turned from the bar and my mouth gaped open when I got a full frontal view. He had shaggy brown hair and piercing blue eyes that seemed both focused and dreamy at the same time. His outfit was cute and feminine, but the sharp contour of his jawline and squareness of his torso was all man. He was the absolute best of both worlds.

His appearance didn’t scream ‘little’, but I saw what I hoped were subtle signs; his cropped white top was printed with a picture of Hello Kitty, and instead of sandals or heels, he wore a pair of glittery pink sneakers, like he was fashionable, but still ready to play.

Matching his tennis shoes was the sparkly purse hanging at his side. I wondered what was inside; toys, perhaps? Other tiny treasures? Maybe I was reading him wrong, or it was only wishful thinking, but damn, was I wishing.

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