Amber Stigmatized

by Viktor Redreich

  “I remembered when your birthday was and as soon as you turned 18, I asked my secretary to look you up.”

  “You weren’t afraid of what she’d think?” Amber asked, all caught up in his tale like it was a bedtime story.

  “When you’re a businessman, you know a lot of people,” he explained. “You’re always obligated to do this or that. Buy a present for some birthday party, or attend a wedding. I didn’t tell my secretary anything except your name. More than likely, she thought you were the daughter of some business partner. Maybe I needed to check your age and interests for a present. She didn’t question it.”

  “You’re so smart,” she said admiringly.

  He smiled at her. “It was very easy to get information on you. Including your number. I thought when I sent you that first message and called you teacup, you might get it. But it must have been too long. Or you didn’t want to assume and make it weird.”

  He knew her so well. Even her private thoughts were evident to him.

  “I thought we’d spend a bit talking and then I’d reveal who I was. But we were having such fun talking. You’re such a delight. It’s exactly how I remember it being when you were just a girl. At the end of the day, being able to talk to you is such a treat. You make everything worth it.”

  “That’s how I feel about you…”

  “I hardly felt the need to reveal my identity to you,” he admitted. “In fact, I never intended to do anything beyond exchange a few texts and see how my teacup was doing. I certainly didn’t intend for things to get… sexual. And I never envisioned we’d meet like this. But I had no idea. I was so wrong. I didn’t know how well we would get along, how much you would come to mean to me again. How important you would be.”

  Amber nodded a lot as he talked, his every word resonating with her because she had gone through the same exact thought process, reached the same conclusions.

  Kristoff leaned his head over, pressed a kiss to the top of her nodding head. “The first time we talked sexually, I pulled back. I thought I had crossed a line. But you were of age. I decided to see where it could go. And discovering you were submissive just made everything seem so much more incredible, too incredible to let go of.”

  Amber remembered that conversation. She giggled a little. “You had to explain to me what all that stuff meant.”

  She was a sub, which meant she didn’t like to take charge in a relationship. She liked to be told what to do. And she liked to act cute and sweet and innocent, younger than her age. It was much nicer to be young and innocent than to grow up and be stressed like everyone else.

  And Kristoff liked to be a dom, the dominant one. Combined with being much older than her and also protective, they quickly fell into the Daddy/little girl dynamic.

  Amber really couldn’t explain their roleplay. It was more than pretending. It didn’t mean she was actually his daughter, like it was some sort of incest thing. It was just what she needed, to be someone’s little girl. And she was an adult, so she could make the decision to act like that and be loved in that way. There wasn’t much else to it, and nothing at all like what the others in her Sociology class would describe.

  “You caught on quickly,” Kristoff said approvingly. “Keeping our relationship to text made me feel less guilty about everything. As time went on, I realized I didn’t have much to be guilty about. We were in love and shared so much. We were so good for each other, a positive influence on each other’s lives. It was only when you sent me a picture of your pussy -and all the others- that all my doubts came back.”

  Shame swept through her. She ducked her head, pulled the covers up to her chin.

  Kristoff tugged the covers back down so she couldn’t hide from him. He curled his hand around her chin, tilted her head so she had to look at him. “It wasn’t your fault, my little teacup,” he soothed. “I was playing a dangerous game, sending you any pictures at all. If you hadn’t sent one, I would have eventually. This would have happened no matter what. So please don’t feel bad.”

  Maybe he was right.

  No, of course he was right. He’d been sending her pictures the whole time. All it would have taken was a single moment. A slip of the wrist, or using the wrong camera lens. A reflective surface in the wrong place could have done it.

  They were bound to have gone down this path.

  “I felt like I had taken things too far. You were safe with me, but would I want you sending pictures like that to someone if it wasn’t me? I felt like I had taken advantage of your kindness. I had to put an end to it.” He sighed and pushed his hand through his hair. “I knew if I replied at all, I’d be perpetuating the cycle.”

  “I wish you had at least said goodbye,” she whispered, her throat tight.

  “I know. I’m sorry.” He wrapped his arm around her and pulled her in close to him. “I know you went through a lot this past month, but believe me, I caused myself pain as well. I couldn’t forget about you no matter how hard I tried. And I did try hard. You wouldn’t believe how many bottles of whisky I’ve had to drink. The finest single malts, all wasted in the dark and silence while I got drunk. Getting drunk never worked anyway, just gave me hangovers. That made it hard to work and then I was still having thoughts of you all the whole. I was a mess.”

  Amber tried to imagine what he’d described and couldn’t. It didn’t fit him at all.

  “When you texted me again after so long, it snuck right past my defenses. I caved.” Kristoff’s voice cracked. “I couldn’t help responding as soon as possible. You’ve always made everything in my life so good. I needed your help to get that again. I didn’t think it through at all. And that’s how you ended up here about to suck my cock.”

  Amber, incredibly, felt a tingle between her legs as a result of his words. He clearly didn’t mean for that to happen, but it happened anyway. She pushed one hand under the blankets, glided her fingers over her bare mound. Her lips pouted, ached for attention. She swallowed hard.

  That was how she had come to be here, how they had come to find each other again after spending so much time apart. And all of that was fantastic, but there was now a new question which needed answering.

  Where did they go from here?

  Chapter 9

  Where are your jammies?

  “Kristoff?” Amber asked.

  Again, he winced, his facial features scrunching with distaste. He really didn’t like it when she called him by his real name. “Yes?”

  “Where do we go from here?” she asked, giving voice to the question. She wasn’t going to wait another year to get answers this time.

  Kristoff shook his head. “I don’t know, teacup. Some of that depends on you. Some of it depends on me. Which means we’ll have to discuss it.”

  “Okay,” she gulped.

  “But I think it’s very late to have that sort of conversation.” Kristoff sat up, leaving her abruptly cold, lying there without his body pressed to hers. “We should get to bed and talk about this more in the morning.”

  “Bed?”

  He looked down at her with a fond sternness. “There is no way I am going to let you go walking around the city at night, wearing only a dress. I never intended to let you leave tonight and I’m standing by that, even though the circumstances have changed.”

  Amber also sat up. Even though she’d grown taller since they parted ways more than a decade ago, he was still so much taller she was. She liked that, liked being looked down upon by him. “But it looks like such a nice city. Such a calm place to live. There can’t be any crime.”

  “There’s always crime. Sometimes it’s a little harder to spot, is all. No matter where you are, going outside at night can be dangerous.” Kristoff tilted his head. “I hope you don’t mind staying the night here? I have plenty of spare rooms. Plenty of blankets.”

  She shuddered.

  “What is it?”

  “Do I… have to sleep alone?” she asked, shyly.

  Kristoff raised one of his eyebrows. “Are you
still afraid of the dark? I can leave a light on for you.”

  That hadn’t been what she was worried about, though she did still sleep with a nightlight. Just in case. You really didn’t ever know what might be lurking in the shadows. No, she was afraid of sleeping alone.

  Her whole life was spent in the company of others, even while sleeping. When she and her mother used to live in apartments and trailers with all her many boyfriends, Amber had always been able to hear everything through the thin walls. She could hear other people in the apartments talking, moving around, the vehicles going by on the street. Moving into a dorm was much the same, even though she had a room all to herself. She could still hear when others were up and about, still knew she was within range of other people.

  “I just don’t want to be alone,” she admitted, holding the covers tight to her body. “Can I sleep in your bed with you? I won’t take up much room.”

  Kristoff’s eyes softened as he looked at her, telling her she was about to get her way the moment before it happened. “Yes, you can sleep in my bed with me.”

  “Thank you,” she said, relieved. She scooted close to him and tossed her arms around his neck, holding on tight.

  He stiffened against her, before wrapping his arms around her and pulling her tight to his body. Her boobies pressed against his chest. They tingled, and her nipples stiffened.

  Something hard poked at her stomach, something very low.

  Kristoff released her and stood up, abruptly turning away. “If you’re going to be staying the night, then I’ll need to get you a spare toothbrush from the closet. And would you like a shirt of mine to sleep in? You can’t sleep naked.”

  Amber bit her lower lip, wondering what she’d done wrong to make him push away from her like that. At least it didn’t seem to have been too bad, whatever it was. “That would be nice,” she said.

  He nodded, still not looking at her. He walked away, heading for a door she hadn’t noticed before, which must lead to a connected bathroom.

  Amber sat back on the bed and frowned a little to herself. It was when that hard thing pushed on her that he got up and left her.

  It was him, she realized. His part. His “cock.”

  Holding her had aroused him.

  Now she understood his reaction. She swung her legs off the edge of the bed and giggled a little to herself.

  Kristoff returned from the bathroom and raised his eyebrows at her. “What’s funny?”

  She hopped off the bed and went to him, holding out her arms for the shirt he held, forgetting all about her nakedness until it was too late. “It’s nothing.”

  Kristoff looked her up and down. His throat worked. “Alright, then. Get ready for bed, teacup. When you’re done, it’ll be my turn.”

  Amber scampered past him and into the bathroom, very aware of his eyes on her rear. She shut the door behind her and turned around to investigate.

  The bathroom alone was bigger than her dorm room. Beautiful beige tiles covered the floor, lighter and darker shades swirling into abstract floral designs. The counter held not one sink but two, plus a ton of extra space, very little of which was occupied by a toothbrush holder and a loose comb and a bottle of hair gel. The bathtub stretched out to the size of a pool, set back into a recess with mirrors on all three surrounding walls.

  Amber stood in front of the tub and leaned over, looking at herself in the mirror. She was all made up, like a real woman, but was naked except for her jewelry. She shook her head at herself and turned away to get ready for bed, washing her face and brushing her teeth.

  The shirt Kristoff had given her was washed and smelled clean. She pulled it on over her head and stuck her arms through the holes. The bottom of the shirt fell past her butt, almost to her knees. She could have worn it as a dress. Turning back to the mirror, she inspected herself again and decided she much more liked what she saw this time around. Cute and sweet the whole way around.

  Amber went back to the door and pulled it open a bit. Putting her eye to the crack, she peeked out. Kristoff sat on the edge of the bed, holding her dress in his hands.

  She opened the door the rest of the way. “Miss me?”

  He put her dress down and stood up. He pressed a kiss to the top of her head as he passed and smiled at her, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Always, kitten.” He strode away and the thump of a door closing followed a second later.

  Amber headed for the bed and climbed into the spot Kristoff had previously occupied. She surprised herself by yawning as she lay down. The events of the day had really worn her out. She found the pillow with her head and pulled the covers up to her chin. When she strained her ears, she could just about hear Kristoff moving around in the bathroom, running water in the sink.

  Amber closed her eyes.

  When she opened them again, sunlight was streaming in through the windows. Morning had come.

  And she was alone in the bed.

  Amber stretched out her arm, feeling along on the other side of the bed. The covers were rumpled, which meant Kristoff had been in bed at some point, even though she’d disappointingly fallen asleep before she got to enjoy it.

  The mattress still felt warm. He had only left recently.

  “Kristoff?” she called, sitting up. Her voice sounded very quiet and hollow in the bedroom.

  No response came.

  Amber slid her legs out of bed and stood up, looking around.

  A man stood outside the window, facing away from her. Her heart leaped in her throat and she opened her mouth to start yelling, not sure what she was seeing but certain it wasn’t good at all. Her mind caught up with her eyes a split second later and she clamped her jaw shut before anything more than a squeak could escape. She was on the 21st floor of a very tall building. No stranger could be standing outside the window. It had to be Daddy, and there had to be a balcony.

  She saw the door set into the glass wall and got up, went over to it and pulled it open.

  A mellow breeze blew in through the opened door, swishing her borrowed t-shirt around her thin body. Kristoff had his arms folded on top of the railing, staring out at the horizon. He didn’t move as Amber came up beside him, leaned her head on his broad shoulder.

  “What are you doing, Daddy?” she asked.

  “I’m just processing,” he told her. He slid his arm around her shoulders, pulled her in close to him to surround her with his warmth. “How are you doing, after having learned everything?”

  She hadn’t really wanted to think about that.

  Amber lowered her head, looking down at the city street below. Lines of fancy vehicles passed by, the drivers unaware of their overhead watchers.

  She knew what she felt. And she knew what she was uncertain of. She knew Daddy would understand all she had to tell him.

  She lifted her arms and wrapped them around his broad shoulders. “I forgive you for keeping everything a secret. I understand why you did. I’m happy this happened, that we could meet again. It’s what I’ve always wanted, what I’ve always dreamed of.”

  Kristoff smiled a little.

  “You’ve always been an important part of my life and you always will be.”

  His smile dropped away as fast as that. “Why does it sound like you’re about to tell me goodbye?”

  “I’m not! Never!” she cried. “I’ll never let you go again! But… Kristoff… I don’t know how I feel about having an… intimate… relationship with you.”

  “I wish you would still call me Daddy,” he told her, the corners of his mouth dragging down. He spoke as if he had a lump in his throat. “I cared for you when you were a girl. And I was Daddy to you even before we took things a step further. I understand your uncertainty and I’ll respect it, but please let me continue to be your Daddy, teacup. You need someone to watch out for you.”

  A shriek of joy left her lips and she hugged him tighter, pulling herself as close to him as she could get. She’d been so afraid of things changing ever since she discovered his identit
y. She hadn’t known how to think about him. She still didn’t, not really, but she knew things would be okay as long as she still had him.

  “I love you, Daddy,” she whispered, burying her face in his neck.

  Daddy held her tight, enveloping her in his strong embrace. “I love you, teacup. You have no idea how much.”

  Amber lifted her head and smiled at him. “I think I do.”

  He smiled back down at her and it mostly reached his eyes, but she could still see how sad he was to have lost part of what they had together. She was sad too, she just couldn’t justify doing things with him when she was so uncertain.

  Daddy stroked his hands down her back, to her waist and then up again. “You’ll be wanted back at college before long.”

  She clutched at him, her heart skittering. “Don’t make me leave you again so soon, Daddy, please! Can’t we spend a little more time together?”

  He chuckled. “Yes. We can. I was actually hoping you’d ask. There’s one more way I can take care of you now that you’re here.”

  “What’s that?”

  “Why don’t you shower and then you can find out?” Kristoff released her and took her hand, guided her off the balcony and back into the bedroom. “You can put your dress back on when you get out.”

  “A shower?” She pouted. “When you have such a big bathtub?”

  He stepped away, avoiding looking at her. “Yes, a shower. I don’t want to be waiting on you all day.”

  She took her shower as Daddy wanted and put on her clothes from the day before. Coffee perfumed the air outside the bedroom. She followed the source up a set of stairs to a kitchen and dining room area.

  Daddy sat at one end of the long table with a plate and a mug of coffee in front of him. At the other end was another plate, accompanied by a cup of milk since Amber didn’t drink coffee. Long yellow cylinders, like plump bananas, lay across each of their plates.

  Amber pulled out her chair and sat down, and poked at the yellow thing with her finger. It felt spongy. “What’s this?”