“I can’t leave until you drink something.”
“Don’t wanna. You’re being mean.”
More tears. Fuck. He couldn’t take it. He felt something hard inside himself break a little. Fuck. Shit.
What the hell did he do now?
Christ. One thing he did know. He needed help.
4
“Duke, my man, what’s up?” Razor asked.
“Got a situation.”
“With what? Everything okay?”
“Yeah, kind of.” He placed a hand on the nape of his neck. Christ, he couldn’t believe he was doing this. But it was get some help or take her to the emergency room. And he’d rather not be tied up for hours, waiting at the hospital.
Duke sighed. “Look, I know you’re into this Daddy Dom stuff.”
“You want to ask me about that?”
He could understand Razor’s confusion. He didn’t think this was a conversation he’d ever have with the other man either.
“Yeah, well, I’ve got a situation.”
“What sort of situation?”
“The sort where I need the advice of someone who is used to dealing with Littles,” Duke said abruptly. He ble
w out a breath. “Look man, I’ve got someone here I’m fairly certain is a Little. I found her in her car, overheated and dehydrated and unless I can get some liquids into her, I’m going to be taking her to the emergency room.”
“She won’t drink? Is she responding to you?” Razor asked, finally getting the urgency of the situation. “What makes you think she’s a Little?”
He looked through the bedroom door to check on her. She was lying on her side once more, but this time she wasn’t asleep. She was just staring at the wall, looking so forlorn and lost he couldn’t stand it.
Fuck, this is why he didn’t do relationships. He didn’t know how to look after someone’s emotional health. He could barely deal with their physical health.
“She’s given me a few hints,” he said dryly, moving away so she couldn’t hear him. Did calling him her dream Daddy count? “I managed to get her cooled down in the shower but now she’s curled up in her bed, and she’s refusing to drink.”
“Look, obviously not all Littles are the same. It’s not a one-size fits all scenario. Try speaking nicely to her. Coaxing her into drinking and praising her when she does.”
“What makes you think I didn’t do that already?” he snarled.
There was silence on the other end.
“Fine. I’ll try, the thing is. . .”
“What?”
“I kind of snapped at her and upset her. She, ah, she. . .”
“She what?” Razor asked.
“She fucking cried all right?”
More silence.