Ch.23 - The Stash

The older man smiled and offered Marlin his hand," I'm Dane and this is Callum, but you've probably already figured that out." His grip was firm, and Marlin found herself wanting to step back. As if sensing this Sebastian placed a reassuring hand on her lower back.

Dane softened his expression, but Callum wasn't as gentle. He gripped Marlin's wrist and started pulling her to the house. "Daddy said I'm meant to help you settle into your little space, so the first stop is to the fridge. Then we'll barricade ourselves in my safe space."

Marlin looked back to Sebastian for help, but he just gave a thumbs up.

Dane laughed at her face before turning to the other dom," if anyone can break her barricade it is Callum."

Sebastian sighed," hopefully. I'm trying not to rush her but she's holding herself back and battling herself has to be exhausting. I want her to be able to regress without regret."

Inside the house, Callum had an armful of snacks and a cookie in his mouth already. Marlin found herself giggling when they heard the front door close and he looked like a deer caught in headlights. Without warning he took off through the house and Marlin was left in the middle of the mess. She heard footsteps and on instinct she booked it. She followed Callum's maniacal laughter till they made it to a small door. It was placed under the staircase and she was confused as Callum kicked it open before throwing the snacks in. He crawled in and looked both ways before nodding her in.

Marlin found that she had a stupid grin on her face again.

She crawled in but her jaw dropped when she actually looked inside. Callum was on his knees to the side looking proud of himself.

"How the fuck are you skinny!?"

Inside the room, the shelves were covered in snacks; not including the ones he had just brought in. A small projector sat on the floor with blankets and pillows scattered everywhere.

Callum started arranging the pillows. "Daddy's dick." He patted the place beside of him and offered her a juice-box. Callum shielded his mouth as if telling a secret," he has a BBC."

Marlin coughed on her juice.

"We can talk about that another time though. I'm here to pry today. Now tell me what's been going on," he waved his hand in a 'proceed' motion.

"I-uh." 'What the hell is happening?' Marlin thought.

Callum nodded as if this told him a lot. "I understand having to adjust to being a little but why are you trying so hard? It's not for everyone. I regress for therapeutic reasons but if I was having trouble, I wouldn't force it."

Marlin shook her head," I'm not having trouble going into little space; that's easy. My problem is not feeling guilty and staying in little space. I enter easily. The other day I entered while going to a meeting, which was a mess."

"That will happen if something triggers your need to regress and your solution is easy."

She raised an eyebrow.

"Your anxiety is too strong. You need to rid yourself of some of your stress so you can relax. Little space isn't about avoiding the problems and that is what you're hoping to do. Handle being an adult so you can little."

Marlin gave him a blank look, and he took a long and loud sip of his juice.

"You need to get fucked honey."