love me || cg/l

chapter one

A/N: HI SO FRIENDLY REMINDER THAT THIS IS FANFICTION! THE THINGS IN THE FOLLOWING STORY ARE COMPLETELY MADE UP. MANY OF THE FACTORS OF REALITY HAVE BEEN ALTERED TO FIT THIS ALTERNATIVE UNIVERSE THAT IS N O T REAL!!!! IF YOU DON'T LIKE IT, DON'T READ IT. IT'S SIMPLE. IF YOU DO NOT UNDERSTAND CG/L, RESEARCH IT. ANYWAY, I HOPE YOU ENJOY THIS LITTLE THING I WROTE. p.s., all hate and rude comments will be reported and blocked :) enjoy. 

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of the hundreds of the boys in the room, under the bright lights and among the chattering voices of other dominants, only one sub-boy catches my eye. from across the room, i can tell that his hair is blonde with dark roots, the right amount of shaggy, just enough not to be confused with a sheepdog. what he's wearing is a powder blue, crewneck sweatshirt, too big for his petite figure, with skinny jeans and black and white, converse high-tops. he's standing on the side of the club designated for littles, and i glance around to see if anyone else has their greedy eyes on him. i certainly hope they don't, because this boy will be mine. he's nothing like the other boys in this party. i don't know what it is, but there's just something about him that i will die to have. i take a few steps, stopping at the line dividing the room. there are other littles over there, some in nothing but a diaper and a graphic t-shirt, others in onesies with pacifiers hanging from their pouty, pink lips, with brat written across their faces. those aren't the boys for me. i want the blonde, and i want him bad.

finally, the moment we've all been waiting for. over the loudspeaker, the announcer and organizer of this party informs us that it's time for the caregivers to go claim the little they have their eyes on. like a herd of wild stallions, we all cross the line and make our way to our targets. within seconds, i'm standing right in front of him. he looks at me with wondering eyes, examining me, reading my thoughts. he blinks, his lashes long and placed on his eyelids carefully by the pixies that manufactured him. i read his nametag, and in neat, feminine handwriting, it reads "jesse." up close, he's more angelic than from afar, as expected. the lights shine down on his heavenly being perfectly. he's beautiful.

"my name is matthew, but baby, you can call me daddy," i say, taking jesse's soft, dainty hand and kissing his knuckle. "would you do me the honor of being mine?" the poor boy doesn't say a word, he seems far too starstruck to speak a word. for a moment, he appears confused. all of the other dominants in the room are simply grabbing their new littles and carrying them out, while i'm taking the time to admire my choice up close, politely striking a conversation. "there's something you should know before taking me home," jesse says softly, his voice even prettier than i expected. "i'm not like all the other boys."

"tell me something i don't know," i reply, smoothly caressing his cheek.

"okay, how about this," jesse takes a deep breath. "i'm not like the rest of the boys because i wasn't born a boy." his eyes nervously trail to the ground as if he's guilty of a crime and doesn't want me to know. "am i supposed to care?" i ask, gently tilting his head back up to look at me with my finger on his chin. "baby, i don't care if you have a tail. i don't want anyone else. i want you, jesse."

"then what are you waiting for, daddy?" he bites his lip, rocking back and forth on his heels. "take me home."

"gladly," i reply. with that, i pick him up and he wraps his arms around my neck, with his legs around my waist, and i cup my hands over his bum, then carry him out to my car.

my house is small, only one-story high, with chipping white paint and two bedrooms with one tiny toilet. i lead jesse inside, and quietly close the front door once he's in. closely, i watch him take in his surroundings. "what are your rules, daddy?" he hesitantly asks, rubbing his arm as i place his small travel bag on the couch that i picked up before we left the party. "i don't really have any," i admit, "just don't be a brat." he looks at me in disbelief, "you're new at this, aren't you, daddy?"

"how'd you know?" i smirk, taking his hand and kissing it gently. he blushes, and i, still holding his hand, lead him down the narrow hallway to his bedroom, which is directly across from my own. there's no door to his room, which i realize eliminates his privacy right, but he belongs to me, right? it's a small room, but still bigger than mine. i compromised for this day. there's a twin-size bed in the corner, and a baby blue basket full of stuffed animals in another. i spent an entire weekend getting this room ready, painting the walls blue with puffy, white clouds, and pale-yellow trim to simulate the sunshine. there's one window, with curtains to match the walls, and their drawn, showing the solar-powered, swaying daisy on the window sill, and the view of the street outside. while my prince examines the room, i retrieve his suitcase and bring it into the room. now that i'm thinking about it, we'll have to go shopping, since the clothes i ordered will certainly not fit his thin frame. when i went online to shop, i expected to get someone a bit bigger, but i found someone small, and a million times better.

"hey, daddy?" jesse approaches me, "am i gonna get a kiss now, or are you gonna make me wait longer?"

"oh, certainly, babyboy." i carefully pull him closer, my hands on his face, and i kiss him as gently as i can. his lips are soft like buttercream and warm like my late nana's freshly baked cookies. i move my hands down to his waist and cup his cute behind, giving it a gentle squeeze, causing him to squeal. swiftly, i move his bag and lay him down. i want to devour him one kiss at a time, until he reaches his hand to my chest to stop me. "no," he shakes his head, "not yet."

"fine,but next time, daddy gets what he wants," i sigh, climbing off of him indisappointment. however, i respect his boundaries enough to wait until he'sready for the next step. while he sits on the corner of his bed, i go throughhis bag, reading over his information sheet which is folded and neatly packedaway with the rest of his belongings inside. i carefully read over every singleword on the paper in front of me, some of it i read more than once, just so ican stick it in my head. there's a list of medical information, along with abrown, paper bag, containing his several different medications. i learn abouthis eating disorder, depression, anxiety, and other horrible things that myprince doesn't deserve to experience. another thing brought to my attention isthat his birthday is in two days. i intend to make that the most memorable dayof his life.