Page 30 of Kane
Davey closes the door behind us and immediately starts pulling out our Little gear.
“Rompers first,” Davey declares, tossing me a soft pink one with little white pigs on it. He grabs a blue one with stars forhimself. We change quickly, giggling a little at how ridiculous and wonderful it feels to strip down to onesies in the middle of the day. I keep my briefs on but wince when the fabric brushes my still-tender bottom. Davey notices but doesn’t comment.
We settle on the giant beanbags with Twist and Hardy, his well-loved bear stuffie.
I pull my knees up and hug Twist tight against my chest. The familiar feel of his fur helps ground me.
“Okay,” Davey says gently, turning to face me. “Talk. And no BS this time. What happened?”
I take a deep breath and let everything spill out…
The club encounter. The library spankings. The ruler. The way Kane left me standing there exposed and dripping. The plug and dildo session when I got home. The terrifying realization this morning that I know almost nothing about him. The paranoia at the café. Well, it was more than paranoia, I just know it was. And then of course the message I sent.
By the time I finish, tears are sliding down my cheeks.
Davey listens without interrupting, his eyes growing wider and more worried with every detail.
“Oh, William…” Davey scoots closer and wraps his arms around me. “That sounds really intense. And honestly?Scary. He sounds like he’s not just some random Daddy from the club. The way you describe him… the control, the danger… I’m worried about you.”
“I know,” I whisper, burying my face in his shoulder. “I feel so stupid. One minute I’m this serious PhD student who has his life together, and the next I’m letting a mysterious older man spankme with a ruler in a public library and then pleasuring myself like a wild boy thinking about it. What is wrong with me?”
“Nothing is wrong with you,” Davey says firmly. “You’re a Little who’s been craving real dominance for a long time. But this guy… we don’t know who he is. He could be dangerous. Like, actuallydangerous.”
He pulls back and holds my shoulders, looking me straight in the eyes. “I will do whatever I can to keep you safe. You can stay here as long as you want. We’ll keep your phone off if you need to. I’ll walk you to seminars. We’ll tell Charles too. He’s protective. You’re not alone in this, okay?”
The relief that floods through me is overwhelming.
I hug Davey tight again, both of us squeezing our stuffies between us. “Thank you. I love you so much.”
“Love you more, dummy,” Davey says, voice thick. Then he pulls back with a determined little smile. “Now. Bad feelings are not allowed in the playroom for long. We’re going to play stuffie hide-and-go-seek before we do any studying this afternoon. Deal?”
I laugh and nod. “Deal.”
We spend the next hour turning the entire second floor into a stuffie battlefield. Hardy hides behind the curtains while Twist seeks, with a lot of help from me crawling around dramatically.
Davey does silly voices for his stuffies and makes up ridiculous rules—“If you find them, you have to give them a kiss and tell them they’re brave for facing their fears!” We giggle until our stomachs hurt, the heavy fear in my chest loosening just a little with every round.
By the time we collapse back onto the beanbags, flushed and happy, I feel more like myself again. The terror is still there, simmering underneath, but it’s no longer choking me.
I feel safe again.
“Study session in an hour?” Davey asks, already pulling out our Brontë notes.
“Yeah,” I say, hugging Twist close. “Let’s do it.”
For the first time since last night, I feel like I might actually be okay. I have my best friend, my stuffie, and a safe place to hide while I figure out what the hell I’m going to do about Kane and how I can keep my life on track.
But deep down, a tiny part of me wonders if powering off my phone was enough.
And whether I actually want it to be…
Chapter 10
William
Davey’s little electric two-seater is the cutest car I’ve ever seen. It’s a glossy mint-green thing with white racing stripes, barely big enough for the two of us and our stuff, but it purrs like a contented kitten as we pile in.
“My Pop wanted me to get something a little bigger,” Davey giggles. “But then he remembered I likeLittlethings so just had to go along with it!”
