by Lena Little
11
Diana
I swallow hard, still processing his rough kiss and how much it made me feel. How much I enjoyed it. How much it connected us even more.
When deciding whether or not to come here I really expected to get fed a load of b.s. and quickly walk out and report him to the cop who gave me his business card today in case I thought of anything else or ‘came across that guy who played hero.’
Oh, I’ve come across him all right, and I’m confident he is my hero. Today, in the alley before, and as much as it scares me…the future.
Exhaling a long breath, I begin. “Like you, I’m staying in that crummy apartment to lay low for a while. I’m originally from upstate, but had to leave when things got too bad.”
“What things?”
“Don’t be so eager to interrupt me and maybe I’ll tell you.”
Summoning my train of thought I pause before continuing. “I’m also an orphan and as you can imagine there were people who saw me as a target, thought I was weak and had no idea that not only had I built up a tough shell around myself, but also tried my best to learn self-defense, albeit from YouTube videos, and how to gouge out a man’s eyes and knee him in the nuts about six ways to Sunday.”
“Atta girl.”
I can’t help but smile a bit, but quickly regain my composure.
“Anyway, there was this one off-duty cop at my high school…”
Suddenly popcorn comes spilling out over the top of the bowl and I look down to see Daniel’s no longer scooping it into his mouth as he was when he was telling his own story. Instead, he’s making a fist so tight he looks like one of those martial arts guys on YouTube that can punch through concrete.
“Are you sure you want to hear more?”
“Yeah, I wanna hear it so he can get all my rage when I track him down and end him. Every last bit of my anger to squeeze out every last bit of his existence.”
I’m not sure if I actually want to tell him more now, but I need to spill this information, to get it off my chest. It’s a secret I’ve held no to for too long.
“It started out with him complimenting my clothes on the days I wore more girly things, more cute outfits…when I looked younger.”
He nods angrily.
“But it wasn’t like what we,” I gulp, “have.” Pausing, then continuing, “This was more like a pedophile vibe and it made my skin crawl. He couldn’t see me as an adult who maybe wanted to have my little space, or little days, from time to time. He saw me as a target, knew I was an orphan and even brought it up one day saying we could do things and nobody would know. He talked down to me and looked at me with these creepy eyes, full of lust. I wasn’t even a person to him, and it was hard because I was just starting to really understand what I was feeling myself. I was reading a lot of DDLG stories on my Kindle and I could really relate with the littles. But, this guy was definitely not a daddy, not in any way shape or form to anyone, ever.”
At this point I can see Daniel’s hand shaking and hear his teeth gritting as a bead of sweat runs from his temple, just below the bulging vein I’ve never seen before, that streaks across his forehead like a bolt of lightning.
“What’s. His. Name?”
“He goes by Uncle Andrew, but his real name is Sergeant Andrew Epstein.”
“Uncle Andrew? What a sick fu—…”, he doesn’t finish the word, refusing to curse in front of me, a lady, and I actually notice it and appreciate it. But he doesn’t have to complete his sentence to let me know Andrew Epstein’s fate is completely sealed, and it’s not good for him.
“So you’re on the run, nowhere to go, and worried this creep might be following you?”
“Exactly except I’m not worried that he’s following me. He is following me.”
“How do you know?”
“This isn’t the first town I’ve fled too. I left my original town as soon as I could, driving over an hour away and in the first week I caught him across the street at a coffee shop staring at me twice. Then he finally came into the restaurant and asked where I’d been. Told me that I was already nineteen and I needed to come back and graduate. That I was already a year behind because of everything that had happened during my childhood, or lack thereof, but that he could ‘help me’. Said he was tight with the teachers and he could make sure I graduated in the current semester, which I was going to do anyway. My grades were perfect, but what wasn’t perfect was the learning environment.”
“Did you report him to anyone?”
“I scheduled a sit down with the principal, and he actually agreed to see me, but when I started off with Sergeant Andrew Epstein’s name, he quickly said, ‘You mean Uncle Andrew? Great guy.’ That lead me to believe…or think. I don’t know. I’m a girl with a wild imagination. I thought maybe they were somehow in it together and I just froze up and the principal started talking about how great he was and I just sat there like I was having an out of body experience. Finally he stopped talking and asked me what I wanted to say about him, and I just asked if there was any information about how students could become cops, and luckily he referred me to the guidance counselor, not picking up on what I’d really come to him to say.”
“So it’s two of them?”
“I’m not sure, but he was so quick to stick up for him. You know when a kid is guilty of something, like eating cookies before dinner, and then when you ask about it they simply say ‘no’ with chocolate smeared all over their face, or they volunteer way too much information which lets you know they’re just as guilty as the kid with the evidence visible right on their face?”
“That’s exactly right. You understand people very well.”
“You have to to survive when you have no parents, no family, no one to turn to and everyone sees you as a target they can easily use and abuse and then dump you like yesterday’s trash, knowing no one’s going to believe a ‘troubled teen’, especially when it’s her word against a well-loved and well-respected off-duty cop.”
Daniel leans in closer. “The days of no one to turn to are gone. I’m here now, and forever. You’ve got me, your Daddy when you need to have little time, and Daniel when you need to discuss real life situations like these. You understand me?”
I nod.
“Good. Now let’s get outta here,” he says, his eyes drawing a circle around the entire movie theater. “So we can plan how we’re going to get outta here, this city, this life, for good.”
“What will we do then?”
“We’ll create a new life, together as one.”
12
Daniel
I hold the door open to our hotel room, Diana still a bit surprised they bought my story about not having any ID on me and paying with cash. Technically both were true, but what most don’t know about a 5-star hotel is that they assume, by the price of admission, you’re a well-to-do person and don’t ask many questions. When it comes to life I gravitate toward the high and low in everything, always avoiding the middle.
But tonight, the middle, her middle, is exactly what I’m focused on claiming and making mine.
“Oh my God, and actual bed,” she says, throwing herself onto it, back first as if she’s falling into a swimming pool on a hot summer day.
“Looks like it’s big enough for the two of us, but I have to know you want this.”
She swallows hard. “I do, but I have to know you want me.”
“What do you mean?” I move closer taking her face in my hands as she sits up on the edge of the bed.
“I…I’m not experienced in…these kinds of things.”
“Mine,” I groan. “And only mine.”
She looks at me curiously.
“Just another reason why I want you. Your body is untouched and I’ll be the only man to ever know what it feels like to run my skin along the small of your back, bury my nose in-between your shoulder blades and inhale your scent so deeply it becomes a part of me. And bury my cock so far inside you it’s impossible to tell where one of us begins
and the other ends. Connected as one, always.”
“I want that,” she says softly.
“You have to want everything, Little Peaches. You have to want the rules I have for you, knowing they’re always there in your best interests.”
“You know I do. I have since our date at the coffee shop.”
I pause. “Then why did you talk back to Daddy when he was hanging outside your window, and again in the movie theater?” I release her face and lean back, my hands finding my hips.
“I…I wasn’t sure what was going on.”
“But you know Daddy is always here for you. Daddy has all the answers just like he answered all your questions a few minutes ago, like he had the answer of where we should go tonight, and how he knew this hotel would check us in with cash, and without showing ID.”
“You’re right, Daddy. I’m sorry.”
“Sorry isn’t good enough. You didn’t just make a mistake, you talked back to Daddy, snapped at him…more than once. And you almost sprayed him with pepper spray.”
“You’re right. I…I did all those things.”
“Daddy needs to teach you to watch your mouth, young lady.”
She nods.
“And the best way he knows to get you to close your mouth is to fill it…with his cock.”
“Daddy!” she says, her eyes drifting down to my zipper, the metal straining to keep my cock caged, the fucker demanding to be freed only so he can be caged again, but this time where he belongs. Inside her.
“Show Daddy you know how to keep your mouth shut,” I say, yanking my zipper down in one stroke, the cotton of my boxer briefs pressing out in the hole I’ve created in my jeans.
“Yes, Daddy,” she says, leaning forward and grabbing my belt.
If the sound of her voice is the sweetest sound in the world, and it is, the sound of her unbuckling my belt is a close second. Soon after there’s the whoosh of her pulling my belt through the loops before letting it hit the ground.
She claws at my button fly, managing to get it open despite the pressure from my absolutely vertical cock. My eyes start to roll back in my head but I force them open, as her hands grab the back of my trousers and she yanks them down to the bottom of my ass, my cock still in my underwear, the upward pressure keeping it from her.
But she wastes no time jerking down the front too, my dick springing free like a diving board but quickly stabilizing when her tiny hands wrap around my shaft…or as close as they can.
The feeling of her little mitts on my thickness, knowing she can’t even properly wrap her hands all the way around my girth, makes me wonder just how tight her cherry is going to be.
Fuck, I can hardly wait. But first…a lesson in discipline.
She stares at the enraged crown of my rod, unsure of what to do. “Time to own up to your punishment young lady.”
“Yes, Daddy,” she says, spitting right on my tip and then taking it in her warm little mouth.
Nothing in my life up to this point has ever felt so good and I’m already close, damn close.
My hand finds the back of her head and I gently bring her head forward, my rod sliding into her mouth but only about a third of the way before she gags.
“Fuck,” I moan, my hand fisting her hair as I try not to pop, as she pulls her head back and then takes me in again, even deeper the second time.
My fists are about to go white-knuckle in her hair and I’m about to paint the back of her throat with a sticky white cream too.
She groans and my blood feels like it’s on fire.
“Enough princess. You’ve pleased Daddy. You’ve shown him you learned your lesson.”
“But I was just getting started, Daddy,” she says, wiping the spit and precome off her mouth with the back of her hand.
“Me too, angel. That’s why it’s time for me to punish you another way before you drink down Daddy’s yogurt.”
“I like yogurt,” she says. “Is it vanilla flavored?”
Everything inside me freezes. “It’s more like kefir, creamy and salty, but you don’t get to taste my yogurt first. That’s a dessert, gagging was your punishment.”
“Why are you keeping your yogurt from me Daddy?”
“Because the first time I introduce yogurt into your body it needs to be in the right spot.”
“Where?” she bats her eyelashes.
“In your princess part.”
“My…” she blushes, pointing to her pussy.
“That’s right princess, now lay back and slide out of those clothes because Daddy’s ready to make you his queen…forever.”
13
Diana
I wiggle out of my clothes, like a butterfly coming out of a cocoon, ready for my transition from girl to woman, knowing that although we’ve only known each other a very brief amount of time, this is the man for me. My man.
“You’re not going to spank me?” I pout, extending my lower lip out.
“Oh, I’m going to spank you,” he says, slipping out of his own clothes. “But not with my hand, with my hips.”
My eyes glide over the rough, angular edges of his body, starting with his wide shoulders and then across his chest, two tectonic plates lightly dusted with hair that continues down over eight clearly defined abdominals, right past those cuts that separate his torso on his legs on each side, and to his gigantic cock. The same cock I could barely fit a third of in my mouth.
And now he’s saying he’s going to fit it all inside me?
“Assume the position. All fours. Now, naughty girl.”
His commanding baritone leaves no room for question and I do as I’m told.
“Daddy, is my princess part my…pee hole or my poo hole?”
“Your backdoor will be later, little one,” he says, and I feel his big mitts grip my globes, spreading them open as he stares down…everything. “But first I’m going to claim that tight cherry you’ve been saving for me all these years. I have to warn you though. I’m already close to exploding, so this might not last long, but don’t worry, baby. We’ve got all night.
I look back over my shoulder just in time to watch him fist his cock and stroke it a few times before running his index finger up my slit.
“Oh, that tight little pussy is ripe and ready for me, wet and willing.”
I feel the head of his dick press against my opening and he fists my hair, pulling my head back further so I can see.
“Fill me, Daddy. Fuck my wet pussy. Make me your princess, forever.”
He grunts hard, exhaling so fully I feel his hot breath on my back and in one fluid motion he buries all his inches inside me.
My entire body stills at the foreign object that has invaded me.
“You ok, doll?”
I am but say nothing.
“Sweetheart, please don’t tell Daddy he hurt you.”
“No, it’s good. It’s just that you're so…big.”
“That’s because of you. You caused that and we both win. You’re a good girl for that.”
“I’m a good girl?”
“A very, very good girl. Maybe you don’t need to be spanked because you’re such a good girl.”
“No, Daddy!” I protest. “I want you to spank me so I’ll mind my manners.”
“Good girl,” he says, slowly easing out of me, leaving a void, a vacuum where he once was. I need him to fill me again.
“Spank me, Daddy!” I cry out, sending his cock back inside me slowly, then out, then in again until seconds later he’s thrusting into me from behind, his hips slamming against my ass and I’m not even sure if I’m going to survive the night, the force he’s generating attempting to snap me in half.
And I love every second of it.
“Harder, Daddy.”
“I’m close,” he moans. “But I need you to finish first, darling,” slides out from in-between claiming grunts. “Can you do that for me, angel?”
“Yes. Yes,” I answer, but my answer quickly becomes a cry of the impending tsunami forming in
side my stomach, washing through me like a wave and I unleash on his cock, coating it with my cream as my pussy snaps shut on his dick, locking it in place as I milk him for all his seed.
“Oh fuck! Oh fuck!” he belts out, and suddenly hot jets of come fill me fully, completely, and with a force that threatens to blow me forward right off his dick, breaking our connection.
But no. My hands grip the sheets tight as I contract my midsection, pushing my ass into his hips as he grinds into me, more hot loads filling me one right after another as his hands grip my hips like he never in a million years plans to let me go.
His body jerks some more and then finally he falls forward, my knees and elbows buckling as he lands right on top of me, his heartbeat hammering into my back as we both struggle to catch your breath, until finally after seconds turn to minutes, he slides to the side, his rod pulling out of my hole with a loud popping sound and he lies on his back staring up at the ceiling.
I quickly cuddle up next to him. “Was I a good girl, Daddy?”
“The best and the only girl for me. Ever. Mine,” he exhales, before turning to me and wrapping me up in a big hug. “Mine all mine,” he adds as he kisses me on the forehead. “Forever.”
14
Diana
The next morning
My arms wrap around Daniel even tighter as he whips the motorcycle he bought this morning through a winding mountain pass.
Looking left, looking right…it’s amazingly beautiful.
But the most beautiful thing is right in front of me, my man and his heart a mere inches from mine, my body pressed against the back of his.
I’d called in to the diner sick the night before. That way they had plenty of time to find a replacement, girls were always looking to pick up shifts, plus it didn’t tip anyone off that I was actually quitting.
After waking up this morning, Daniel confided in me that in just a matter of days he would be receiving cash awards for both turning in bad cops, and finding the mole within his own unit. He didn’t tell me the exact amount, but he did say each award ‘scraped low seven figures’, plus he’d saved just about all his money for fifteen years so we’d be set for life.
