“I can order something else if you like,” I say. God, I hate how unsure I sound. I just really want this to work.“No, no, it’s okay, Daddy!” she says. “I mean it’s great!” She takes another bite and manages to barely avoid gagging. “I love it!”“It’s fine, little girl,” I say. “Let me order you—”“No!” she interrupts and her voice is near panic. “Please, it’s really good.”I let the subject drop but that damage is done. The rest of dinner is awkward and tense and though she seems to enjoy herself after when we play games at the arcade, I can tell she’s relieved when I finally take her home.She talks constantly on the drive back to her place and I can tell she’s trying to make me feel better about botching the date. I do what I hope is a passable job of seeming lighthearted and cheerful but inside I’m devastated.I really like Tami. I know I’ve jumped the gun on a lot of things tonight but I didn’t jump the gun on my feelings. I really do like her. I really wanted this date to work o
I float there a moment before Jack presses a hand gently into my lower belly.Then, oh… my… God.I don’t have words to describe what I feel. I could say it’s like riding a roller coaster up and down and over rolling bursts of pleasure that shoot through every nerve ending like lightning. I could say it’s as though I shatter into a million tiny sparks of sensation, then reform under him only to shatter again. I could say it’s like he’s reached inside of me and turned on nerves I never knew existed only to immediately overload them and cause them to explode like fireworks inside me.I could say all those things but no one would understand me because the only noise I make is a high-pitched scream as without warning, he pulls his mouth off of me and slams his cock into me so fast and hard, my body folds around him like an accordion with the intensity of the sensation.I don’t know if I have a dozen orgasms or one really long orgasm. I do know that whatever he’s doing to me is better by fa
“Don’t lie to me,” he says. “I’ve known you for twenty years. I can tell when you’re upset. Is something wrong with Tami.”Marcus has witnessed the rise and fall of many of my relationships and it really is no surprise he can sense the imminent end of this one. Still, I’m not willing to admit that to him, so I say, “Nothing’s wrong. Everything’s fine.”He nods and gestures for me to follow him outside. He has two thick tri-tip steaks seasoned and waiting next to the grill. We spend the next few minutes grilling the steaks and making small talk and another twenty or so eating them and making more small talk.As soon as we finish, he clears the plates and returns to the table with two beers. He hands me one and says, “All right. We’ve had our lunch. Now tell me what’s wrong.”I know I’m not going to be able to hide anymore, so I take a deep breath and share my concerns that Tami is only showing me what I want to see and not who she really is underneath. I finish with, “I don’t understan
“Later,” he says. “Right now, we need to talk.”“Talk?” I say. The seed of panic in my mind is growing into a full-fledged tree. I force myself to smile and say, “Why would you want me to use my mouth to talk when I can use it to suck you empty?”I’m not usually this vulgar but the panic I feel is making me desperate. I reach for his pants again and he pushes me away.Well, okay, he doesn’t push me away, he just grabs my hands so I can’t undo his belt, but it sure feels like he’s pushing me away. My lower lip begins to tremble and I say, “Daddy, don’t you want me?”The most terrifying thing I can imagine him saying is that he doesn’t want me anymore and he thinks we should break up. What he actually says is somehow even more terrifying.“I do want you, Tami. The real you. All of you. Not just the submissive little girl who enjoys pleasing me. I want to know who you really are. I want to know your hopes and dreams and fears and goals and worries. I want to know the woman you want to be
“So, you think sometimes she’s dishonest because honesty would risk disappointing you.”I nod. “That’s exactly what I mean.”He says, “Sometimes that’s okay. A little bit, I mean. Like maybe she knows you love barbecuing steak and she’s not a big fan of steak but she doesn’t mind eating it a couple of times a month because you love it so much.”“I don’t know. It doesn’t feel like that.”“I’m not done yet,” Marcus says.Chrissy arrives. “How is everything?” she asks.Marcus smiles. “My lunch is great.”“Me, too,” I say.“Hey, our little girls are going to have a playdate,” Marcus says. “Would you like to come, too?”The girl’s eyes light up and she smiles broadly as she says, “Sure! Yes!”Marcus smiles and says, “I’ll tell Kellie to give you a call, okay.”She nods happily and Marcus says, “Like I was saying. Steak a couple of times a month, no big deal. She enjoys the time with you and the steak isn’t traumatic or anything. But let’s assume she convinces you it’s her favorite meal in
One more.One more tanked relationship. What the hell did I think I was doing? How the hell did I think I could ever be the kind of little girl who can please a Daddy? How in the fuck did I get myself into a relationship in the first place? I’m a damned loser. I’m a stupid, stupid idiot and I’ll never be the kind of little girl that can keep a man.I run down out the door and down the driveway to the sidewalk and run more. I don’t know what the hell I’m doing or where I’m going because I’m just panicking. I run to the end of the block and then across the street. It’s late at night and I can’t see very well but that’s just the start. I’m running wearing nothing but a thin tee shirt and thin pajama bottoms.No shoes.No socks.No jacket even though it’s cold.And all these thoughts run through my head but I still can’t think clearly enough to stop myself. I make it another block. The little park is right ahead and I run through the grass, getting stickers in my feet as I do. I finally s
“You don’t think the relationship is working?” Of course! Of course. Fuck my life. I do everything a little girl is supposed to do, make myself sick over it, and it still doesn’t work. Of course, running out the door in the middle of the night after screaming at him was a bunch of bullshit, too, so is it any surprise, really? I’m just a fucking idiot.“I need you to listen very carefully to me. You lied to me. You lied to me and I’ve been hurting you because of that lie. That is an example of a relationship not working.”I can’t argue with that logic. “Yes, Daddy,” I say. I can feel tears threatening to form a flood. I can’t believe after the longest relationship I’ve been able to manage I’m actually going to lose a Daddy I not only want but really love. “I’ll… I’ll move out.”He looks at me like I just said the stupidest possible thing.“Do you think that’s the solution?” He asks. I’m not sure if he actually asks a question of if it’s rhetorical. I stare at him and fortunately he con
Jack::“Little girl,” I say sternly, “you need to get over here right now. You’re getting a spanking, and there’s no way out of it.”She looks at me, eyes flashing, and says, “Oh, so you’ll break up with me for not letting you spank me?” She has a damned triumphant look on her face for putting it that way.“No,” I say. “I’ll break up with you for lying to me. I’ll break up with you for making a commitment and agreeing to punishments, and then, the first time, the punishment is going to come backing out. I’ll break up with you for lying to me for months and me hurting you time and time again because you lied.”“But that only hurt me,” she says, not as confidently as her previous comments.“The hell it did,” I say. “You made me a victimizer. You made me hurt the woman I love, and I’ll be damned if that goes unpunished.”She looks for a moment as though she intends to keep arguing, but then she just kind of melts. She looks at me and says, “But… but I thought I was being what you wanted,