Page 17 of Stars Like Confetti

“I owe you.”

“You give me free drinks—that’s good enough for me!”

Kaylee had never paid for a drink at Playhouse, and she never would. Nor would any of her submissives. They’d been too good to me over the years.

When I found Shea, he laid across his bed with a granola bar in one hand and his phone in the other. He looked up when I walked in and flashed me a chocolate-tinted smile. The afternoon sunlight streamed into the cabin, golden light playing across his features and making his deep blue eyes sparkle. My eyes raked down his body. His T-shirt rode up, giving me a peek at the pale skin beneath and the ruffle of his diaper poking out from his jeans.

“Show you mine if you show me yours.”

What a cheeky little shit. I could hold out though. I’d waited this long, I could wait a few more hours. “Injection?”

Shea rolled his eyes, but sat up and reached into his nightstand. “I usually have to⁠—”

I’d already taken the vial out of the box and stuck it into my binder, right between my breasts. Testosterone was thick and syrupy, much more so than your average steroid or a vaccine. While warming it wasn’t necessary, it helped by a long shot and after you’d ended up bruised and sore a couple of times, you learned to appreciate it.

“I should have known you’d know what to do.” Shea shifted to the edge of the bed, tugging me between his legs so he could rest on my stomach. “Tired, Da.”

He hovered on the edge of Little space and if I had my way, he’d be fully regressed and asleep in ten minutes. He didn’t need to be alert for his injection today. Da was here to fix it.

“I know, baby,” I whispered, dropping my hand to his hair. “Let’s get this out of the way so you can have a nap.”

“But what about the bonfire tonight?”

I smirked. There would be a bonfire, but Shea wouldn’t be there. I had a better idea, and I knew that Shea wouldn’t even miss the bonfire.

“There are still hours to go yet. Is there anything specific you want for tonight?”

I stepped back and gave Shea the space to move. He went to his dresser, opened the top drawer, then paused. When the swirling blue oceans that were his eyes found me, my knees nearly buckled. “Can I stay with you again?”

“Of course you can.”

The water in his irises sparkled like the lake in the afternoon sun, and his lips quirked into that smile that made my soul simply… settle. Shea always had a way of making my heart race, my stomach flip, and my face heat. But what meant so much more, what solidified the decision that Shea was everything for me, was the way he managed to calm every raging nerve in my body with just one look.

Every bad day, every bad date or breakup, every hiccup that came with starting up the club and this camp—every worry I’d ever had in my life vanished with that smile.

Back in my cabin, I laid Shea across the changing table and instructed him to flip onto his stomach while I washed my hands. “Ass up,” I told him.

He smirked, a dirty little grin, and worked his knees up to arch his ass toward me. With any luck, the next time I had him in that position would be with a cock inside of him and tears streaming down his cheeks.

Between my body heat and the thick, humid air outside, the vial warmed quickly. I didn’t waste any time drawing the solution into the syringe and working quickly to make sure it didn’t thicken again. “Big breath, sweet boy.” I pinched Shea’s right ass cheek with one hand, plunging the needle deep into the muscle with the other.

Shea whimpered and when I glanced up, his eyes were squeezed shut. I knew how much this sucked. I wasn’t on hormones for very long—just long enough to deepen my voice a bit and help me lose a little of my feminine body shape—but I remembered every injection and every bruise left behind.

I whispered soft praises to Shea, slowly lowering the plunger so as to minimize the pain. His hands clenched into fists beneath his head, tighter and tighter until the syringe was empty. I withdrew slowly, adding pressure to the spot with my fingers and massaging the thick suspension into his bloodstream. Slowly—too slowly for my liking—his hands relaxed and his eyes fluttered open. Tears hung on the edges of his lashes.

Recapping the needle, I discarded it in the provided sharps box I had installed in each cabin and washed my hands again, returning to Shea to brush the tears from his eyes. “You did so well baby boy.”

A deep rosy hue rushed to the surface of his cheeks. “I should be used to it by now.”

“There’s no getting used to that. Injections suck.” Shea’s pacifier was nowhere to be found, so I unpackaged a new one and handed it over. Shea accepted it happily, his eyes glazing over and the soft suckles echoing through the room. “That’s it, baby. Time to relax for me.”

A contented sigh pressed around the silicone in his mouth. I grabbed more supplies from beneath the table and held up a clean diaper in a silent question. He shook his head, hesitantly reaching for the training pants in my right hand instead. “Good boy. Thank you for letting me know your preferences.”

With that, he relaxed and let me dress him for his nap. While he ate dinner later that evening, I packed a bag with snacks and drinks, along with a waterproof blanket, diapers and wipes—just in case. I checked with Kaylee one more time, then found Shea and Tyler sneaking an extra cookie from the dessert table. Tyler whipped his around his back like that would somehow make it disappear, but Shea smiled and took a big bite.

“Ready?” I asked, brushing a smear of chocolate from his lip. “I see that cookie, Tyler. You’re not my boy to deal with.”

A bright eyed, pink-cheeked smirk, and the boy scurried off with his stolen treat—one I highly suspected he wasn’t supposed to have.