Robert's POV

My parents both glared at me with an equal amount of distaste.

"I don't agree with your father," my mother continued mercilessly. "I don't think that it's the boy that's dragging you down. I think that you are not being a very good man."

Shit. That was my biggest fear, with Jerry, but I tried not to let her words get to me.

"There is an abuse of power when an older person dates a younger person," she continued. And she was right, of course. "This boy would be better off dating someone his own age."

I didn't know how to argue against her statement, because there obviously was a certain amount of power that an older person had over a younger person. Or, at least, there could be. If I wanted to tie Jerry to me by buying him things and saying he owes me, I could. If I wanted to demean him by stating that I knew more and had more valid opinions because of my age, I could. But I wasn't.

"I disagree," I decided, and I meant it. "I understand why you have concerns. They're valid. But the truth is that Jerry and I have a healthy, balanced relationship."

My dad scoffed. "I simply do not understand what is appealing to you about an adolescent."

"I don't expect you to understand what draws me and Jerry together." It was way too complicated, and way too rated R. "I don't even expect you to like it. I would just appreciate if you didn't make him feel badly."

It was a losing battle. I could already tell that they'd made up their minds, and that hurt a little bit. But I could also live with it.

My parents and I had a rocky relationship anyway. I'd long ago stopped trying to please them. I'd even longer ago stopped trying to convince them that a 'nice woman' was the right choice for me romantically.

Neither of them had answered and the silence was awkward. Thankfully, I'd already eaten and had full ability to leave.

And Jerry was waiting for me at home, probably looking adorable and feeling lonely in my big, empty house. So why stay?

"I think I'm going to get going," I said light-heartedly. "Can we put this behind us? I've only been dating Jerry for a month now, so there's no point in getting upset right now. I can understand if you thought I was getting married to the wrong man, but this feels like an overreaction to me."

They both looked unconvinced.

Finally, Mom cracked. "Fine. Maybe we can go out for dinner together."

Dad scoffed.

"Maybe," I decided. "I hope we can. But I'm not letting you near him until I'm positive you won't say anything hurtful, so let's hope that dinner can happen soon."

I stood up, grabbed my shit, said goodbye, and stalked out.

It wasn't that I hated my parents, or even that I was mad at them. I understood their reasoning. In the beginning, I'd had the same thoughts. But now I knew better than to judge my relationship by a simple number difference; our relationship had positives, and it would probably have negatives in time, but they were because of who we were, not our ages.

The sound of blasting music greeted me by the time I got back to my house. I shook my head and tried to practice my stern face, but it always failed when I was face to face with Jerry.

My neighbors had definitely began to hate me ever since I started dating my darling boyfriend.

I opened the door to a musical performance of a lifetime, in which Jerry was air-strumming a broom and twerking. He belted out the lyrics to a Harry Styles song like his life depended on it.

"Hi sweet boy," I greeted, tugging him into my arms. He definitely hadn't heard me come in, judging by his small squeak and wide eyes. "I can hear you from down the street."

Jerry's cheeks went pink and he yelled, "Alexa, pause!" so loud it almost burst my eardrums. His sweet smile died a little when he asked, "How did it go?"

I shrugged and tried not to let my heart sink from thinking about the conversation that I'd had with my parents. "It went...about as well as you could expect." Which was a lie; it could've gone much better. "I just think that, for now, it might be a better idea if we just...stayed away from them for a bit?"

He narrowed his eyes. "You mean you want me to stay away, right?"

I awkwardly nodded. "Yeah. At least for now, they aren't really interested in being...social. I'm sure that they'll eventually invite us over for Christmas with open arms, but for now, I'm just going to try to keep them out of my romantic life for as long as humanly possible."

Jerry's eyes went wide. "Oh, right, she thought you were gonna marry a girl. I'm starting to see that you guys might have a bunch of misunderstandings."

"They're not misunderstandings..." I grimaced. "They just like to pretend that what they don't like doesn't exist."

Jerry scoffed. "Typical Boomers."

I rolled my eyes and pulled him close, attempting to change the conversation with a charming grin. "So...interested in a quickie before the club?"

Luckily, with Jerry, sex was always an effective distraction. His whole face lit up and he tugged me off to the bedroom by the front of my shirt. "Hell fucking yes!"

By the time we were piling into the car, a quickie had turned into a full scene and we were definitely late to meeting with Patricia. I managed to call her real quick and calm her irritation before we showed up.

"Mmm," Jerry groaned, leaning back and stretching. "So totally worth making Patty mad. I never thought that being gagged would be so hot."

Considering I was the one who got scolded, I disagreed...well, almost. Hearing Jerry's muffled screams as I fucked him over the coffee table in the living room always beat out any other activity. "You know...you're right. But be on your best behavior around her tonight, okay?"

"I promise!"

The second we met Patricia in the new room that was going to be her store, Jerry said with glee, "Sorry Pats, he was fucking me."

I sputtered in horror and Patricia raised a delighted eyebrow at Jerry. "Oh? Did you hold him up because you were begging for it?"

"Like a slut," Jerry agreed whole heartedly, honestly looking a little bit turned on at the exchange.

Ugh. Patricia was yet another top who was young and attractive. I moved a little bit, blocking my submissive from her view. "Anyway," I said with emphasis. "Do you find the room suitable?"

Patricia smirked a little bit, probably due to my possessive interruption, and looked around. "Oh, I like it. I'll start moving in the products tomorrow morning. Hopefully the story will be open in a week. And I hear that your new membership plan has already brought new members in?"

I'd put the new membership plan into effect last weekend, and it was a resounding success. Not only were the young and inexperienced weeded out, but the dungeon was filled with more impressive scenes and safer play. I'd already been contacted by multiple Doms and subs, telling me that the shift from being a typical nightclub scene allowed them to feel more comfortable in expressing themselves here.

All in all, a great choice.

"It's been successful," I said. "And thanks to Jerry's social media advertisement and our new website, the classes are filling up fast."

Jerry beamed and rocked back and forth on his feet. "Oh you know. I'm the queen of this club, so I might as well pitch in."

Patricia and I laughed at the little brat. His influence on the club was definitely going right to his head.

Once the club opened up and people began to file in, I could sense the change in energy. Moira and the bouncer, Ed, both checked membership cards on top of IDs. The dance floor was less of a wild, uncontrollable rave and more of a fun party. By looking at my employees, I could tell that the bartenders didn't have to deal with as many drunk idiots and my dungeon monitors weren't scrambling, trying to make sure that everyone was playing safe.

I held Jerry's hand and smiled at him. Even though I'd only made up the change of my club as a ploy to spend time with him, we really did manage to accomplish a lot.

Jerry smiled so wide that his cheeks dimpled. His brown eyes looked luminous in the wild lights of the club, and his hair was a curly halo around his head. "Look at how awesome our kingdom is!" he giggled.

I pecked his cheek and tugged him close. "We did great, baby."

At one point, Aidan popped up, smirking evilly. He pulled me close and said, "I sent one person in with a fake ID, another person in to break the two drink limit rule, and two friends of mine aren't going to fill out the safe word part of our short-term contracts for the night. Let's see how good your employees really are."

He was more than earning his new salary as my employee supervisor. "You're taking sick pleasure in this power," I realized.

"Let them be scared of me," he answered, eyes dancing with pleasure.

"Hey, stupid!" Finn yelled, waving at Aidan. My entire body pulsed with irritation at the disrespect, but Aidan was too tired to discipline his submissives. "Stop being weird and come dance with me!"

"Finn! I was telling Robert my evil plans," Aidan whined, as his boyfriend tugged him away.

Jerry and I snickered at their antics, especially when Finn tried grinding up on Aidan and Aidan stood there like a lamppost. They were so weird.

We both head over to the bar and I got Jerry some water and a snack, just in case we did a scene later. The last thing I wanted was to overdo it again and give him another drop so soon after the first one.

Jerry cuddled up to me and I kissed his forehead. It was one of those nights where I felt appreciative. Maybe it was because I'd just experienced my parent's scorn, but I suddenly felt grateful for this beautiful boy, this amazing club, and all the people inside of it.

Until a submissive that I'd never seen before pointed at me and made a delighted noise. "Oh hey, I know you! You're trash at laser tag!"

I tried to exchange a startled look with Jerry — partly because I didn't know who this boy was, partly because I debated taking him over my knee for being so rude — but Jerry gasped.

"Holy shit!" my boy sputtered. "You're the freaky weirdos that have sex with each other."

I was so confused.

"Yes!" the boy chirped. He was a tiny little thing, covered in freckles and shiny jewelry. His shock of red hair was almost as bright as the lights on the dance floor. "You hear that? He called us freaky weirdos!"

It wasn't until a few other men turned around that it all clicked together. They were the oddballs from laser tag, months ago.

I had been way too focused on trying to make Jerry like me to have paid them any attention, so I was glad that Jerry had connected the dots before me.

Jerry and the sub started chatting, and then two other boys joined in with them, and Aidan appeared at my shoulder with Finn.

"Oh, I meant to introduce you!" Aidan was saying, and my confusion rate doubled. "Master Jason recommended these two to instruct some of your classes. Master Robert, meet Master Gerald and Master David."

I shook their hands, and was yet again shocked by how put-together they seemed at such a young age. It reminded me a bit of Jason, actually.

"No need for the title," the handsome Black man, David, said. Despite all his intimidating looks, his cheeks dimpled when he smiled. "It's such a mouthful. David is fine."

I shook the hand of the other young man, who looked at me like he was trying to figure me out. "I require the title," he said, shooting his friend an affectionately annoyed look. "Nice to meet you, Master Robert."

I made pleasantries with the Doms, but my focus was on Jerry. He was being tugged to the dance floor by the ginger kid, who kept saying, "Twerk with us; it'll be fun."

"I can't twerk well," Jerry explained. "But I think my enthusiasm makes up for skill."

The tall, quiet submissive smiled at him. "I can't dance either, but sometimes I just do Fortnite dances and that works."

Jerry gasped. "Are you my soulsister?"

Finn got his hair felt up by a boy with bright, delighted eyes and pink bows in his hair. "Wow, I love the pink!" he gushed. "I think I wanna do that. DADDY. Let's dye my hair pink please, just like this boy has."

I shook my head as David pulled away to talk to the other boy about making irrational choices, and then laughed as the ginger submissive ranted about respecting aesthetics.

Jerry managed to slip away from the crowd and look at me with wide eyes. "They scare me," he whispered. "Let's go dance. I feel like if we hang out here, Ty is gonna talk me into doing something naughty."

And I really wouldn't have minded Jerry doing something naughty, but I let him tug me to the dance floor instead.

We danced the night away, and never once was I able to take my eyes off him. One thing was for sure: I didn't give a shit what my parents thought. This boy was the one for me.

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