The Institute:Daddy Issues(4)By: Evangeline Anderson
“I thought you knew all about it, Sugarbaker.” Captain Douglas folded his arms over his narrow chest.
“I know it’s some kind of kinky resort,” I said. “Is it a BDSM thing? Are Salt and I going to have to dress up in leather and use whips and chains on each other?”
Salt’s face darkened. “I will not whip Andi. She is too delicate for such treatment.”
In the beginning of our partnership, that kind of statement would have pissed me off. Now I knew it was just Salt protecting me. Still, I nudged his muscular shoulder and made a face at him.
“Who said you would be doing the whipping, huh? You think I can’t be the one wielding the paddle? I’m plenty dominant enough to be a dominatrix.”
Salt gave me a coolly appraising stare. After a moment, it got hard to hold his ice-blue gaze but I refused to drop my eyes and lose the little staring contest we found ourselves in.
“No,” he said at last. “You are dominant to many men but not to me, Andi. This I will not allow.”
Captain Douglas cleared his throat which broke my concentration. I looked back at our superior, losing the staring contest.
“A-hem. Unfortunately, though the Institute does practice a form of BDSM, it’s not the kind you traditionally think of when you’re talking about the kink community.”
“Well, what is it then?” I demanded. “If it’s not whips and chains, I mean.”
He sat back in his chair and frowned at both of us.
“Have either one of you ever heard of ‘Age Play’?”
“What’s that?” I asked blankly. Tampa has a pretty large kink community but since Salt and I are Homicide and their problems usually fall under Vice, we don’t have much to do with them. Consequently, most of my kink education consisted of what I could glean from watching the 50 Shades of Gray movie which I’d thought was pretty stupid, to be honest.
Although there was that one scene where the guy puts the girl over his knee and spanks her…but I pushed the thought away. That kind of thing never did anything for me—I had no idea why that particular scene lingered in my mind when the rest of the insipid movie was thankfully forgotten.
“Age Play is where one partner acts much younger than they actually are and the other partner assumes an older role.”
“Huh?” I said and Salt said,
“I do not understand.”
Captain Douglas sighed. “Look, it’s not my area of expertise either. But basically one of you will have to dress up as a little girl and the other one is the Daddy.”
“What?” I demanded. “Captain, you can’t be serious! That’s sick.”
“I’m afraid I am serious, Sugarbaker,” he said, frowning. “Look—it’s not what you think. It’s not about incest or pedophilia—it’s…ah, hell…” He sighed. “I’m making a mess of this. Let me get someone in here who can explain it better than I can.” He picked up his phone and spoke into it while I sat fuming. I knew exactly who was going to be the little girl and who was going to be the Daddy. It wasn’t like Salt would look good in a sailor dress and knee socks!
There was a subtle rap at the Captain’s door and then a middle aged man with thinning gray hair and spectacles poked his head in.
“Hi, excuse me. I’m Professor Stevens and I was told to come back?”
“Come on in, Professor.” The Captain made a welcoming gesture and I thought I saw relief on his face. He was passing the buck—bringing in the expert so he could sit on the sidelines and not have to take the fall for whatever harebrained scheme had been cooked up for me and my partner. I crossed my arms and tapped my fingers impatiently as the man came to sit in a chair beside the Captain, across from Salt and me.