Series: Paige Michaels
Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 44612 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 223(@200wpm)___ 178(@250wpm)___ 149(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44612 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 223(@200wpm)___ 178(@250wpm)___ 149(@300wpm)
Tarson rounded behind the blonde woman named Daisy and set his hands on her shoulders.
Ellie nodded next to her. “Yeah. We don’t usually flaunt our kink preference in front of strangers, but we don’t hide it well either. I’m sorry. We got so caught up in the excitement of trying the new cupcake that I forgot you would be coming through the door.”
Aria waved a dismissive hand through the air and tried to sound nonchalant. “Don’t worry a bit. It’s all good.”
“I guess the concept isn’t foreign to you,” Daisy added. “Since you seem to know what Littles are.”
“Not foreign, no. I’ve read books about it. I just didn’t know real people practiced this kink,” Aria admitted as her face heated. They were all staring at her.
The woman she thought was Lark shrugged. “Yeah, it seems to be more prevalent in this community than others. Or maybe it’s just that people feel more comfortable outing themselves when they realize there are so many others who feel the same way.”
“That makes sense.”
“Will you still join us for cupcakes?” Ellie asked.
Aria glanced at the tray Tarson had set on the table. Her mouth watered. The scent of coffee filled the air. “I’d love to. Maybe you could tell me more about your community?”
Everyone blew out a sigh of relief. Ellie smiled. “We’d be happy to.”
As they all moved toward the table where a stack of plates and a pile of forks awaited next to the cupcakes, Aria joined them. “Is that coffee I smell?”
Tarson snapped his fingers at the mention before he turned around and headed toward the back room again. A second later, he returned with a jug of milk and a stack of cups. He set those on the table and met Aria’s gaze. “The cupcakes are Mocha Latte, but I’d really be in a heap of trouble with five other Daddies if I served these Little girls coffee.”
Aria found herself giggling like all the others as Ellie handed everyone a plated cupcake and a fork.
They all took seats around the closest tables and dug in. Moans immediately filled the air, and Aria was in total agreement. She’d never tasted anything this delightful in her life. She didn’t even like coffee, but these cupcakes were divine. The crunch of the sprinkle of roasted coffee beans on top gave the frosting texture.
After spotting the dozens of flavors in the display case when she’d first entered the shop, Aria had considered taking home a variety, but now that she was so in love with the Mocha Latte, she didn’t think she even wanted to try the others.
Aria polished off her cupcake in record time, downed a glass of milk, and wiped her lips. “So, if you don’t mind me asking, do you all belong to some kind of club or something? How do you find and meet like-minded people?”
Ellie nodded. “Mostly we’ve just encountered each other by accident, but we do belong to a club called Blaze. It’s a local BDSM club where the members practice all types of kink. The group of us like to go there because we can spend time in our preferred age range without judgment. It’s refreshing and more fun than just playing at home without friends.”
“I think I’ve heard of Blaze, but I’ve never been there.”
“You should visit some time,” Daisy said. “Everyone is so nice there. Just tell them at the front desk that you know me and someone will give you a tour.”
“Thank you. I might do that.”
Lark folded up her napkin and asked, “Are you, uh, Little?”
Aria shrugged. “I never thought about it. I like to read books with Littles. I love them. But I also read books with shifters and love them too.” She laughed. “I don’t know any shifters.”
All six of the women giggled. The one she thought might be Sue nodded. “I kinda felt the same way until I found like-minded people. I don’t know if shifters are real, but I can tell you Littles are for sure. There’re a lot of us in town. Now that you know that, just look around. You’ll see the signs.”
The entire idea was exciting and a bit scary. Am I Little? She’d never once thought that was a real thing.
Tarson retreated to the kitchen once again and returned with a giant box. “I almost forgot the reason you’re here. I hope your friends love the bachelorette cupcakes.”
When he set the box on the table, Aria leaned over to peer through the clear plastic window on the lid. “Holy cow. Those are gorgeous.” She smiled at Ellie. “They’re too pretty to eat, but I’m such a huge fan of the Mocha Latte now, I can’t imagine biting into these sparkly white confections.”
Ellie shrugged. “I prefer mine to be covered with rainbow sprinkles personally, but to each their own,” she teased.