Page 10 of Right Pucking Daddy (Daddies of the League #7)

I pulled out my wallet with one hand while I dragged my thumb across the screen of my phone. I handed Oliver my phone, and he scanned the code as he waited for me to withdraw my driver’s license from the little protective sleeve.

“Don’t you hate how when you need it, the damn thing always gets stuck?” he asked.

I nodded, my face heating up as I glanced between him and Antonio when I couldn’t get the ID to slide free.

Dear God, they’re gonna kick me out because I’m too much of an imbecile to get my license out of my wallet!

Just when I was ready to snatch my phone from Oliver’s hands and run away, far, far, away, the plastic let the license go, and it popped out of the holder.

I smiled in triumph, as stupid as that sounds even to me, and handed it to Oliver.

He scanned it with a smile, passing my license back to me, keeping my phone, but holding out another card.

Matte black with my name and the club’s logo printed in shiny black on the front.

The back had a magnetic strip and a QR code .

“Alright. Here’s your ID card for the club. It’s your access to everything you wanna do at the club. It will get scanned when you enter. You will not be admitted past the lobby without it, so don’t lose it.”

I vowed to never lose my membership card. Which reminded me…

“Will this allow me entrance to the other locations?”

“Absolutely. The OG EDGE in Nashville is freaking amazing. I’ve been several times.

My friends and I have made the road trip a few times, and I went down there for training when I was first hired.

The owners of the locations are all friends, and they are adamant that all the clubs be run exactly the same while maintaining a unique atmosphere so it doesn’t feel cookie-cutter. ”

“That’s super cool. So even though I might be in a different city and the building isn’t the same, the rules and procedures are.”

“Yes. Exactly that,” Antonio said.

Oliver huffed at him and said, “It also helps remove a layer of discomfort when going to a new kink club in a new city. The Daddy Dom Sadists at EDGE all joke they don’t want anything fucking with a subbie’s mind but them.”

I laughed along with him but I didn’t get the whole mindfuck thing people talked about. I had enough anxiety that played tricks with my mind, I didn’t think I’d like someone to toy with my mind for fun.

I licked my lips and asked, “So, any tips for a newbie?”

“Subbies are king here. This club is our safe place. If you have issues, Ewen and Slone are behind the bar tonight. You can’t miss them.

Both are former military and hot as fuck.

But you shouldn’t have any trouble. The Doms here all know the rules.

This time of year, the influx of newbies.

But as you’re aware, the approval process is pretty tough, so relax, have fun, and enjoy the show. ”

Confusion flooded through me, and it must’ve shown because Oliver laughed. The deep, rumbly sound was in complete disarray with how he looked and acted. This big, burly guy with a deep voice presented as a boy or a little; I wasn’t exactly sure, but I leaned toward little given the pacifier.

“It’s a kink club. Someone always ends up spanked.”

The corners of my eyes stretched wide, and this time, the laughter turned to a giggle he hid behind his hand.

“Oh boy, the Daddies and Doms are going to chase your ass around with their tongues hanging out with that wide-eyed innocent thing you’ve got going on.”

I took a deep breath. One could hope. For what, I wasn’t sure yet. Considering I wanted a Daddy, maybe having them chase me around would be nice, but the anxiety of that made me want to rush back to the Jeep.

“C’mon, kid. Let’s get you inside the club before you rush out of here with your tail between your legs,” Antonio said, ushering me to the door behind the front desk that I assumed led to the main club area.

The first set of doors opened after he had me swipe my card. Once inside, I noticed lockers of all shapes and sizes in alcoves on either side of the hallway, between the door behind me and the one in front .

“When you come in, you’ll pick a locker, drop your phone and anything else you don’t want to carry with you, shut it and swipe your membership card. Then you’re free to enter the inner sanctum. Phones are strictly prohibited. Based on your application, that is a rule you’ll appreciate.”

I nodded and breathed a sigh of relief. I wasn’t the least bit ashamed of my proclivities, but I didn’t want them getting out into mainstream media. Following the instructions he gave me, I locked up my phone then turned back to him.

“What if I forget…”

“Just have one of the bartenders or the person at the desk scan your card. The locker number is stored on your member account,” Antonio said from his position at the door leading to the club.

Darkness and a loud thumpa-thumpa beat descended on us as soon as we stepped through the airlock doors.

The music thumping through the club had been a barely noticeable hum in the lobby, but in here, it weaved its way through your soul and into the marrow of your bones, turning everything inside you on so that it throbbed and pulsed to the beat.

It felt like transitioning from a dead, muted existence to a popping, crackling, snapping life.

I’d only ever felt this alive on the ice in the middle of the game skating down the rink at breakneck pace with defensemen bearing down on me, the net right in front of me, and the only thing between me and a win…

the goalie who I knew I could and had beat.

The sound of the buzzer going off after taking my shot, that feeling and this one. They were one and the same.

A smile spread across my face, and Antonio cackled .

“There it is.”

I looked at him, and the euphoric feeling coursing through my system intoxicated me, making him look a bit shimmery.

“There what is?” I asked.

“The bug. It bit your ass hard.”

I nodded, and he continued, “For me, it was like freedom, lust, and need got blended into the best thing ever to exist.”

“That!” I gasped.

He winked at me, giving me a push toward the packed dance floor.

“Go forth and experiment.”

I wandered through the club, taking up a spot on the edge of the dance floor after being told I needed to set up my membership card before I could make purchases.

I leaned against a support beam as Shane’s voice told me to do the broody boy thing filtered through all the craziness around me.

It was like Antonio said: freedom, lust, and need all blending into one of the two best things I’ve ever experienced.