Page 1 of Double Daddies (Dirty Daddies Anthologies #8)
Prologue
Ezra
“I have an idea.”
Looking up from the glass of aged scotch in my hand, I raise a brow at my closest childhood friend.
Flopped on a chaise in my office, his dark hair falling haphazardly over one brow and the bow tie he’d worn to the gala we’d just left hanging undone around his neck, Byron Montclair looks the very picture of a gentleman rake.
He could have easily been dropped into one of those old romances my sister loved to read, and he makes a stark contrast to myself, still in my tux without a single thread out of place.
“How much is this idea going to cost me?”
Byron smiles that same lopsided smile he’s been charming everyone in his vicinity with for as long as I’ve known him. “You have such little faith in me, old friend.”
“Not true. I have all the faith in the world that you’re about to talk me into spending a fortune on some new venture.”
“And you’ve always made that money back, times ten at the very least.”
Because he’s right and I can’t argue that he has impeccable business sense, I gesture for him to continue. “All right. What’s your idea?”
Pushing up on the chaise, Byron leans forward, a light I haven’t seen in years shining in his eyes. “You know that old college a few towns over that recently shut down?”
“Yes.” Where is he going with this?
“The whole thing is up for sale. They’re assuming that whoever buys it will just want it for the land, but I have a different plan.”
I take a sip of my whiskey, mostly to give my annoyance time to settle before I respond. After nearly thirty years of friendship, I know how pouty Byron can get when his ideas are rejected outright. “You want to buy a school.”
“I do.” Practically vibrating with excitement, he jumps up from the chaise and begins pacing my office, his hands moving wildly as he talks.
“For years we’ve been lamenting the fact that there’s nowhere nearby for us to go where we can be ourselves.
The city has kink clubs, but even there, people look down on us for our… proclivities.”
That’s very true, but I’m still not sure where he’s going with this train of thought, so I simply drink and listen. He’ll get to the point soon enough, I’m sure.
“So, I was thinking, what if we bought the school and turned it into, well, a school.”
For a moment, I can only stare at him, the crystal tumbler in my hand hovering halfway to my lips. “You want to run a school?”
When he looks at me again, there’s no mistaking that look in his eye.
The one he gets when he has his eye on a particularly juicy prize.
“Not just any school. One where we would take women who could benefit from a bit of discipline and teach them how to be the perfect Little girls for their Daddies or Mommies. We have plenty of friends who would be happy to come ‘teach’. There would be classes on different kinks, anal play, as well as plenty of time for them to get in touch with their Little side.”
The idea is more than just alluring. It’s downright intoxicating. My cock hardens at the thought of having all those sweet, naughty Little girls under my care, subjected to my discipline at any time. “You haven’t told me how this makes us money.”
“We open it up to others like us. If someone has a Little one going through a particularly difficult time or even if they simply want to remind her who is in charge, they can send her to us for a week or a month or however long they think it will take to correct her behavior. We can even have days where the Daddies and Mommies come to visit their Littles at the school. Or if there is a Little one who simply wants to get in touch with that side of herself on a more intensive basis, she can enroll herself in the school.”
If we charged enough, we could likely make it work. There would be plenty of overhead, not just in keeping the place running but also with feeding and caring for the women under our care.
But even if we operate at a loss, it’s not like Byron and I can’t afford it. We could hemorrhage money on this for the rest of our lives and still not put a dent in our sizeable fortunes.
“You’ve put a lot of thought into this.” I infuse the statement with a hint of approval, and Byron’s cheeks flush at my praise.
“I have. And I’ll do it alone if I have to, but I would much rather do it with you by my side.”
“Just as we’ve done everything since we were five years old.”
“Exactly.”
Setting my glass aside, I reach for the zipper on my tuxedo pants, pulling my aching cock free as Byron’s hungry gaze latches onto it. “We’ll discuss the details later. But I’m very impressed with the idea. Would you like a reward for being such a good, clever boy?”
He’s practically drooling as he nods. “Yes, Sir.”
“On your knees, then.”
I watch as he sinks gracefully to the ground in front of me. And when he bows his head to take me in that beautiful mouth of his, I sink my hands into his hair.
Letting my head fall back against the couch, I lose myself in the feel of my best friend’s mouth on my cock, and dream of a school overrun with naughty Little girls just begging for my discipline.