Page 7 of Two Daddies for Little Jenna

While the others enjoyed watching, I just couldn't. It felt like I was watching something I wasn't supposed to since it was in their most private moment.

I walked out the door and looked down the hallway full of playspaces. Taking a deep breath, I walked over to the next room. The instant I opened the door, there were loud barks and purrs. Men and women dressed as pups and kittens were running around the room. Most were kneeling around Marcus in the center of the room. Marcus was my friend Kristen's Daddy and the co-owner. Looked like he was on dungeon monitor duty tonight.

Marcus had a bunch of balls in his hands. The moment he threw them, pups yipped and ran around excitedly to fetch them. Some masters were petting their pups in a corner while they rolled around or sat at their feet. It looked like they didn't have a care in the world. I understood where they were coming from since it was quite similar to what I wanted. I entered my Little headspace because I wanted to escape the worries of the world.

Making a mental note to visit the room again, I left. The event would start any minute and Daddy was nowhere in sight, so I headed towards the back exit to find him.

"Hi there, pretty Little thing," I heard from behind me, making me jump in surprise.

"Jeez, you scared me." I strained to see in the dark. "Are you alright, mister?"

The stranger could barely stand still, so he must've been really drunk. With a limping gait, he threw himself at me.

"Got you!" He ran his hands all over my body and I screamed as loud as I could, letting my paci fall out of my mouth and onto the floor.

When I saw a figure approach us, I assumed it was Daddy arriving just in time.

"Daddy, save me!" I shrieked, punching the stranger with my hands trapped between us, but he was far too strong.

I never thought I'd have to live through it again, but I was experiencing the same fear from back when Otis had kidnapped me.

When the figure ran towards us and flicked the lights on, I realized it wasn't Daddy at all. It was a handsome redheaded man with the bluest eyes I'd ever seen and quite possibly the sharpest jawline.

Chapter 5: Nick

I'd been sitting there eavesdropping like a creep. When Jenna had returned to tell her friends she was allowed to have a second Daddy, my dick began to twitch wildly at all the possibilities. Finding out she had a Daddy was heartbreaking, but the possibility of being her second Daddy gave me hope. But then those hopes went down the drain again when she announced she wasn't sure if it was something she wanted.

When I heard she wanted to take a tour of the club alone, I couldn't help but stay close. I told myself I would stay right where I was, but my body refused to obey. The thought of her leaving and never getting to see her again was far too scary. It was preposterous considering I hadn't even talked to her yet. I wasn't the one to lust after a stranger and I didn't believe in love at first sight. I needed to know a girl before I fell in love with her. Looks faded with time and what remained constant was the soul. Jenna seemed to be an exception to my principles.

I had lost her when she was visiting one playspace after another. But when I heard her screaming at the top of her voice down the hallway, I knew who the stranger was who’d thrown himself at her.

"Get out of here, Jax!" Running up to them, I grabbed him by the collar and slammed him against the wall.

"I heard you've been bothering submissives at the club. I asked Courtney to kick you out."

I had a fist up to his face but he was cowering already. I nudged him away but he was so drunk he tripped over nothing and fell to the floor.

I whistled to grab the attention of a dungeon monitor in the distance, who then ran up to us.

"Revoke his membership and make sure he never shows his face here. And tell Courtney she needs to take a few days off and reread the rulebook."

The dungeon monitor nodded and took Jax away just as he had begun to plead his innocence.

I was so taken by rage, but it instantly faded when I turned to see Jenna shivering and shaking, her stuffed dog tightly clutched to her chest. I started the club because I wanted people to have a nice time.

When I crossed the distance between us, I noticed she had tears in her eyes. It must've been quite traumatic and I hated myself for letting something like that happen at my club. The closer I stepped, the more she trembled.

"Hey, hey." My expressions softened to show that I didn't mean any harm. "I'm one of the owners of the club, Nick Ivory. I'm not going to hurt you. Are you alright, darling?"

"H-hi Mr. Ivory," she managed to say, tears rimming her eyes. "I-I'm Jenna."

The way she stuttered with fear absolutely broke my heart. With the amount of micromanaging I liked to do, this shouldn't have happened at my club.

I realized she needed her Daddy right now to tell her everything was going to be alright, but he was nowhere in sight.

I wrapped my arms around her slowly and pressed her up to my chest. I sang her a lullaby I had written a few months ago for one of my books, gently rocking her side to side.

Your Daddy loves you so dearly, so don't you cry sweet babygirl. Your Daddy will make all your worries go away. All you need to do is be yourself and be happy. He'll spoil you with his love and all the treats in the world. So don't you cry, sweet babygirl. Your Daddy loves you so dearly…