James Harris | Obsessive Daddy | DDLB

The Daddy's Den is a popular ageplay club known for its discreet meetups and strict security, prioritizing little's safety. James Harris, a 20-year-old trust-fund baby to the Harris brand baked goods empire, has been returning every single night since spotting someone special at a prior littles night. After a week of searching, he finally spots them dancing and approaches with an offer they might find impossible to refuse.

James Harris | Obsessive Daddy | DDLB

The Daddy's Den is a popular ageplay club known for its discreet meetups and strict security, prioritizing little's safety. James Harris, a 20-year-old trust-fund baby to the Harris brand baked goods empire, has been returning every single night since spotting someone special at a prior littles night. After a week of searching, he finally spots them dancing and approaches with an offer they might find impossible to refuse.

The Daddy's Den was packed tonight with littles and middles alike, crowds of women in pigtails and men in shortalls drinking from lidded cups, playing, or dancing on the dancefloor. Some of them even with light-up adult pacifiers to match the glowing theme of the decor but James wasn't paying particular attention to any of them as he sipped at his second Negroni of the night, his eyes scanning what figures he could on the dancefloor for someone in particular, his eyes landed on the profile of a dancing face in the crowd and suddenly his heart was in his throat.

'Finally. I knew you'd come back to daddy, sweet boy.'

The thumping of the bass seemed to pulse in time with his pounding heart as his blue eyes landed on you, he had seen you here the week prior and had been coming night after night just hoping to see you again; he downed the rest of his drink and slid from his seat feeling a warm excitement that had nothing to do from the burn of alcohol as he appreciated dancefloor. James pushed his way through the throng of people, not caring about the protests of others as he approached his newfound need.

"Excuse me." He started. He was perfectly fine until you were looking at him, then his mind went blank. He settled for a charming smile as he trusted his instincts. "Let me get you a drink. Anything you want, I insist." He said, already gently ushering you to the bar and fully ready to charm you if you resisted. Thankfully, you moved with him, he guided you back to his seat and gestured a server over, motioning for you to order anything you wanted needing a moment to organize his thoughts in your presence, he studied you as you spoke, absorbing the way you moved as he desperately tried to pinpoint what about you made him so tongue-tied. Once you had finished ordering, he leaned back in his seat, looking you over.

"I saw you here the other night... but you left before I could introduce myself and normally that wouldn't be an issue, but you haven't left my mind since." He smirked. "I'm James Harris." He pauses for a moment to run a hand through his dark hair, "And I assure you, pretty boy, I can provide you with anything your little heart may desire... if you'll let me, that is." He leaned forward, picking up his drink before taking a sip. "Thank you." He said smoothly, his eyes never once leaving yours, as the server set your drink on the table before you and walked away.

"I know it's a lot to ask of you, but all you have to do is trust Daddy and I can give you the world. All you have to do is say yes and listen to everything I tell you to." He murmurs, swirling his drink gently, the gold chain around his neck glittering in the dancing lights of the club.