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Slippery When Wet : An M/M Age Play Romance, page 1
Slippery When Wet
Copyright ©2021, 2022 Morticia Knight
Second Edition
Edited by Barham Editorial and Maren Smith
Cover design by Two of Hearts Design
Published by Knight Ever After Publishing LLC
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Author’s Note
Slippery When Wet was originally published in the 2021 Dirty Daddies Pride anthology under the same title. It has since been expanded with an additional chapter and epilogue for this edition.
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Table of Contents
Title Page
Book Description
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Epilogue
More M/M Age Play Romance
About the Author
Ellery has disappointed half the Doms in New York and age play is his last resort. However, if he fails as a baby boy, Ellery is terrified he’ll end up all alone.
Ellery isn’t vanilla, but he can’t seem to discover what trips his kink trigger. When he goes Daddy shopping on age play night at a Manhattan BDSM club, he spies a handsome silver fox. However, before Ellery can make a move, his friend warns him away from the mysterious Daddy.
After Calvin’s boy dumped him, he resolved not to bring potential subs to his home anymore. Better he find out whether he clicks with someone first by confining his boy hunt to clubs. When Calvin notices a sweet young thing he’s never seen at age play night, he wonders if the man is there on a lark or if he might be ‘the one’.
Ellery never had the chance to meet his dream Daddy, but fate intervenes in the most spectacular of ways. Still, the question remains: will age play be the answer to his kink dilemma? And will Ellery allow Calvin to fulfill his most secret fantasy?
Chapter One
Ellery glanced around the noisy, dark club, wondering if he’d made a mistake. His friend Reese was a Little and this was age play night at Thrust. He’d been to a few BDSM bars and clubs around the city, had participated in his share of scenes—some fun, others not so much—but he’d never considered age play before. At least, not until Reese had suggested he give it a try. According to Reese, the type of Dom Ellery was yearning for was more like what a Daddy would be.
Ellery paused at the entrance to the main bar and dance area, searching for his friend in the crowd. If Reese wasn’t so damn happy with his Daddy and Ellery wasn’t so damn frustrated with the Doms he’d played with, he doubted he would’ve set foot in the place at all. Reese had explained that calling his Dom ‘Daddy’ while being flogged or fucked wasn’t quite the same as being with a Daddy while Little.
Someone smacked him on the back, and he whirled around to yell at them.
Reese.
Ellery frowned at his buddy who was grinning like a lunatic. “What was that for?” Even though he wasn’t anywhere close to being in pain, Ellery rubbed his shoulder as if he were suffering from a horrible injury. “What if I find a hot Daddy who wants a scene and I’m all bruised?”
“Bahahahaha! You’re such a dork.”
Reese raised his hand as if to smack him again and Ellery veered out of reach. His friend had an inordinate amount of energy, and he could see why the guy needed a Daddy to keep him in line.
Ellery drew his eyebrows together. Did he need to be kept in line? Would he be good Little material for a Daddy? Would being a Daddy’s boy trip his trigger? He hadn’t been able to stop those questions from whirling around in his mind ever since he’d agreed to Reese’s plan.
He sighed. If finding a Daddy didn’t work, he might have to relegate himself to the vanilla life. He loved certain things about kink—needed them—but a lot of the other play aspects of BDSM didn’t do it for him.
Reese stopped laughing and regarded him with a furrowed brow. “Hey, what’s wrong? I was just joking.”
Ellery shrugged. “I’m having those doubts again.”
They had shared many a conversation about Ellery’s kink dilemma. At last, Ellery had decided it was time to check out the Daddy pickings on an age play night and resolved he was for sure going to give it a try. But now that he’d finally taken the leap? He was frantically trying to keep his pounding heart from climbing into his throat. Maybe he should’ve gone home after work and forgotten about the whole stupid idea.
This time, Reese laid a gentle hand on his arm and guided him back to the lobby area of what had once been an old disco—but had since been re-imagined as a palace of kink. Ellery sensed a pep talk coming on. He also figured Reese didn’t want to yell his speech so it could be heard over the dance music and overall racket filling the enormous building.
“El, you’re already here. You look amazing, and it’s a busy night, so there’s an excellent chance you’ll get a bite. I’ll be able to fill you in on who’s available so you can see if anyone does it for you.” Reese patted his back. “We’ve been over this again and again. You’re not happy with bondage, impact play, medical play, domestic discipline and blah, blah, blah. You like spanking and cock cages, which is awesome. It just so happens that a lot of Daddies are into those things as well.” Reese shook a finger at him. “But more importantly, you said you need a strict but gentle Dom, someone who wants to take care of and watch out for you. That’s such a Daddy thing. You were meant for this.”
“You know what my hesitation is, dude.”
Ellery had already seen quite a few Littles dressed in onesies or pretty dresses, and he’d even spotted a few wearing nothing but a diaper and a pacifier on a lanyard around their necks. He still wasn’t sure he could take things that far, even if the idea had begun to take hold.
However, a genuine Daddy into age play wouldn’t be interested in him if he didn’t want to play like that. He’d already disappointed half the Doms in New York. Why add Daddies to the list? He didn’t need to be that big of a loser.
His red-haired, petite, cutie-pie friend dragged his fingers through his mop of curls then sighed. He crossed his arms as he gazed up at Ellery. Reese hadn’t gone to the dressing rooms, so Ellery had no idea what he would be wearing as a Little, or if he’d change out of his street clothes at all.
Reese had told him what he typically wore when he was with his Daddy, but maybe it wasn’t the same when they were at the club. Especially since this was a boy’s night out. Reese’s Daddy had given him permission to go alone to the club with Ellery, but Ellery doubted he’d want his boy showing himself off.
“Okay, I tell you what. Let’s go back to the host station and let them know you want to change out your green bracelet for a red one. Maybe if the pressure’s off, and you know you won’t be approached to play, you can relax. We’ll just hang out and take in the scenery. I’ll give you the Daddy low-down, and when you’re ready, we’ll come back another time for the real deal.”
Ellery’s shoulders dropped. When had he become such a pain in the ass? Why was he questioning every damn thing about age play? After all, he’d felt awkward and out of place when he’d first worn fetish gear. Now he didn’t give it a second thought. Even though he’d never been as excited about dressing the part like the other boys were, he didn’t mind it.
“I’m sorry I’m being this way. I don’t know what my problem is.”
Reese jerked his head toward the reception area. “Come on. Let’s get you a red bracelet. Then we can go inside and enjoy ourselves. Ogle hot men and dance. Plus, a red bracelet means you can drink with me. Bonus!”
Ellery frowned. “Your Daddy lets you drink when he’s not around?”
Reese batted his eyelashes. “I won’t tell if you won’t.”
Ellery covered his eyes with one hand. He didn’t want to get blamed for Reese’s bad behavior. “If you get caught, it wasn’t my idea.”
Reese grinned and waggled his eyebrows. “Maybe I want to get caught.”
Ellery groaned. “Great. He’ll never let you hang out with me again.”
“Oh, don’t worry.” Reese patted Ellery’s shoulder. “That won’t be the punishment.”
After giving his friend an eyeroll, Ellery trailed after him to turn in his green band. The subsequent reassurances from the host that it was okay to be shy, and to wait until he knew if the kink life was for him, didn’t help. While he was sure the guy was only being nice, it made him feel even more out of place.
They made their way back into the main area of the club, the huge square-shaped dance floor occupying the center
Many times, Ellery had been to Thrust on the regular BDSM nights, so he was familiar with the layout. What struck him this time, though, was that the medieval castle theme didn’t really lend itself to what he’d associated in his mind with age play enthusiasts. Truthfully, he wasn’t sure what he’d expected. It’s not as if they could redecorate the massive, warehouse-sized building once a week for Littles, Middles and Daddies.
As they shouldered their way through the crowd gathered at the edges of the dance floor, Ellery wondered if maybe the scene rooms accommodated the needs of the night instead. Perhaps there were cribs and toys and…other things. He swiped the back of his hand across his sweaty upper lip.
Diaper changing tables…
The thought of a man tending to him in such an intimate, non-sexual way sort of turned him on. Sort of. He could barely admit such a thing to himself, and he absolutely refused to confess it to anyone, even Reese. Despite his friend being the one who’d suggested age play, Reese didn’t wear a diaper.
But he’d planted the thought in Ellery’s head, so he’d done some research. Seen pictures…videos…
Ellery had placed what he considered the more extreme aspects of age play to the back of his mind. Part of him was terrified to discover that he not only liked but craved being a Little. That he’d need it from now on, but it would be worse than his Dom problems. That he’d never find a true Daddy to care for him and he’d be left all alone.
Beyond the spanking and chastity, the only other thing that turned him on while interacting with a Dom was Total Power Exchange. So, if he didn’t have his very own Daddy who was all his, then he wouldn’t have the fulfillment of that either.
“Check it out.” Reese tugged on his arm. “There’s a spot at the bar. You can sit down, and I can hover, assess the Daddy goods. Then I’ll report back to you.”
Ellery allowed himself to be dragged to the priceless vacant stool, a prize to be claimed before someone else nabbed it. Reese shoved him toward the narrow, metal perch. Ellery had concluded a long time ago that the club had made them the most uncomfortable—almost torturous—seats, to guarantee that no one would want to hog them for too long.
Reese regarded him with a grin. “What do you want to drink? I’m getting a Fireball shot.”
Gack. Ellery leaned in so he wouldn’t have to shout. “I don’t think I should have any alcohol. I need to stay focused.”
“What you need to do is relax. Come on. One shot won’t kill you.”
Ellery shook his head vigorously. No way was he having any of that poison. “Okay, one drink. But not that. I’ll just have a cranberry vodka.”
Reese pursed his lips and shook his head as if he were very disappointed. “Borrrring. But fine. I guess that’s a compromise.”
“It’s settled.” Ellery shoved two twenties into Reese’s hand. “Here. I’m buying since you’re helping me out.”
Reese eyed the cash. “Jeez. How many drinks do you want?”
Ellery smirked. “With the prices they charge here, we’ll be lucky to get one each. Just don’t order me top shelf, I’m fine with well.”
In the three years since Ellery had hit legal drinking age, he’d dropped more money on liquor at clubs then he cared to acknowledge. Good thing he wasn’t much of a drinker, or he’d be living on the streets.
While Reese tried to get one of the bartenders’ attention, Ellery took in the surroundings. He noted that even though many of the patrons wore various styles of Little attire, and there were a few Daddies in leather gear, most of the men wore street clothes. Although, per the dress code of the club, no jeans or T-shirts were allowed. The suits and dress shirts on several of the men actually did it for him more than fetish wear ever had. Suit porn and death by white shirt were his crack.
To that end, Ellery gazed around the immediate area, checking out who might pique his interest. Then once Reese had downed his shot, Ellery could get feedback on each guy who was a possibility. He chuckled to himself. This procedure was so foreign to him. Typically, he’d put on his most alluring sub outfit, pretty himself up, then wait for a Dom to approach him. He’d never gone Top shopping before.
Maybe that’s been the problem.
Once they had drinks in hand, they perused the room. Reese’s shot had lasted all of three seconds. He’d slammed it down right after he’d handed Ellery his cranberry vodka, which Ellery was now slowly sipping on.
Ellery’s gaze landed on a tall, bearish looking man who stood with his arms crossed at the edge of the dance floor. He didn’t seem to be with anyone, and while Ellery wasn’t a huge fan of full beards, a hairy guy always did it for him.
Ellery tapped Reese’s arm. “Hey, what do you think—” He frowned. Reese had turned around and was waving at the bartenders again. Reese regarded Ellery with a grin.
“You want another?”
Ellery held up his still-mostly full glass. “I’m good.”
Reese snorted. “Are you drinking it or saving it for a rainy day?”
Ellery took another dainty sip. “You do you. I’m here to potentially change my life. Not get wasted.”
Reese gave him a sheepish look. “You’re right. I’m being an ass. This is supposed to be about you tonight.”
With a chuckle, Ellery took another quick sip. “Especially since you’re the one who convinced me to come here.”
Reese rubbed the back of his neck. “Touché.”
The bartender approached and yelled over the din. “What can I get you?”
Without pause, Reese responded, “Another Fireball, please.”
Ellery’s jaw went slack. “Dude. You just said—”
“One more then that’s it. Pinky swear.” He held up his little finger and with a smirk, Ellery accepted the gesture.
“Damn good thing I’m not your Daddy. The spanking would be off the charts.”
Reese barked out a laugh. “Wrong deterrent, my friend. Wrong deterrent.”
After the shot had been consumed in a flash, Reese finally seemed ready to get down to business. What followed was a depressing back and forth over the various available Daddies and their attributes.
“What about him?” Reese nudged Ellery’s shoulder and did a low point, so as not to be too obvious.
Ellery tracked the general direction of the point but couldn’t discern which of the three men seated around a small table near the bar he was referring to. However, even in the low lighting—and the fact that there was about ten feet and a sea of kink humanity meandering past them—Ellery was transfixed by the sight of the most handsome man he’d ever seen. Hot film stars and GQ models were bland compared to this guy. All his celebrity crushes had just fallen down a notch from their top spot on Ellery’s ‘I’d bend over for you’ list.
“The guy in the suit with the salt and pepper hair?” Ellery couldn’t take his eyes off him.
“Him? No way. His friend, the hunky blond.”
Ellery’s gaze flitted to the blond then immediately snapped back to the suited dreamboat.
“Why not the guy in the suit? Is he already with someone?”
Reese spoke next to his ear. “That’s just it. No one knows what his story is. I mean, yeah. He’s hot, clearly rich— judging by his clothes, watch, diamond earring studs and the limo he always shows up in. But who is he? Drug lord? Mob boss? Married and exploring his kinky side on the sly? Psycho killer?”
Ellery arched his eyebrows. “Damn. You’ve put a lot of thought into this mystery man. Perhaps a bit over the top, but I’ve met you before.”
“Ha ha.” Reese shrugged. “Boy gossip. But anyway, what’s really going on with him? And is he actually rich, or are those trappings all part of his act? He only hangs out regularly with the blond dude—who recently broke up with his long-term boy which means he’s back on the market, hint hint—and never scenes with a boy more than once. He’s only here on age play night, never any other time.
