“Miss, are you feeling alright?” he asked me, and Carter slid a hundred-dollar bill into his hand.
“She’s fine,” he winked at the waiter, and they exchanged knowing looks. It hurt to know maybe he’d done this before.
Carter stared at me as my eyes rolled back, and I slowly came to.
“Eat up, toy,” he told me, and I stared at the food in front of me, my body not following any orders. I was exhausted, and my thighs were shaking under the table. “Does Daddy have to feed you, Angel?”
I whimpered as he reached over and cut up my fillet mignon. And when he reached up with a forkful of meat, I opened my mouth obediently, sucked it off the fork and ate it.
“Good girl,” Carter grinned at me. “I love girls that swallow.”
I walked out of the restaurant feeling more embarrassed than ever after having my dinner fed to me because my hands shook too much. I didn’t even want to look at Carter as he held the car door open for me.
We started heading back, and he paid no attention to me at all, just swiped his phone this way and that, as if I wasn’t even there. It made me so upset.
“We’re making one more quick stop before we go home,” he told me without looking away from the screen. It made my blood boil in anger.
“Fine,” I muttered, crossing my arms defensively.
We spent the rest of the drive in silence, with him scrolling through his phone until we finally arrived.
I looked out of the window sulkily and was surprised to find we’d parked in the same spot we’d been in before at the amusement park.
“Did you forget something?” I asked Carter, and he nodded.
“Yeah. Come on, little toy.”
He opened the door for me and I scrambled out, then followed him towards the amusement park.
I knew something was different from the moment we started approaching the Ferris wheel.
The whole park was lit up in brilliant lights, shining as brightly as it used to when I was just a little girl.
It was operational again, and the balmy summer night was lit up by the sounds and lights of the amusement park.
I turned to face Carter, my mouth gaping open in surprise. “You did this… for me?”
“Happy first outing, pretty toy,” he said with a grin. “I wanted you to have a special night out tonight.”
And standing there with him, under the lights of the city and my childhood, I knew it would be very special indeed.
Seventeen
Carter
Seeing her eyes light up like a little kid’s made me excited for her.
I didn’t understand why the amusement park meant so much to her, but seeing her disappointment when she found out it was shut down almost hurt physically. I made all the necessary arrangements to get the place turned back on, if only for one night. And I was going to give my little toy everything that made her so very excited about the place.
She didn’t need to thank me. Her eyes said enough, and so did the tight hug she gave me as we came to the iron gates of the park which were now open.
“Well, go ahead, Angel,” I urged her. “Go explore, show me what you love about this place.”
“I can’t wait!” She clasped her hands together and looked around, drinking in the sights in front of her. She was almost childishly excited and it was really fucking adorable. “Where should we start?”
“The merry-go-round?” I suggested, and she agreed in delight. She took my hand and practically ran to the old, rusty machine.
I’d made sure someone was there to help us with the rides, and she eyed the guy suspiciously before I calmed her down, telling her I’d made sure someone was there to ensure things ran smoothly. And then she pulled me onto the merry-go-round, wrapping her arms around one of the horses on the ride.
“This one was my favorite when I was a little girl,” she confided in me. “Mom used to call him Rainbow.”
It seemed a given, since the horse’s mane and tail were myriad colors, but I didn’t feel the need to point out the obvious for once. Instead, I admired her sexy little body as she climbed onto the horse, flashing me some thigh. She looked so fucking beautiful for me like that, especially when she looked over her shoulder and gave me a cheeky little grin.
“You getting on, or what?” she teased me, and I laughed at her.
“Of course I am, little toy,” I laughed. I climbed in the carriage behind her, and she giggled when she saw my too-big body peeking out of the fairytale pumpkin.
“You look funny,” she told me. “Such a big man in such a silly ride!”
“Watch it,” I reminded her. “I don’t want to turn your ass black and blue on your special night out, toy.”
“Fine.” Her smile never faltered, and I motioned for the guy to start the ride.
When the music came on, she muttered along with the melody, and we went round and round and round. It must’ve been at least three rides before she’d finally had her fill, and climbed off her horse.
“Can we come back to this one?” she asked, and I nodded.
“Tonight’s your night, Angel,” I promised her. “Anything you want, you can have tonight. I promise you that.”
“Thank you, Daddy,” she whispered. Her words made my cock twitch in my pants and I stifled a groan. God, she drove me fucking crazy with the simplest of motions, the smallest of sounds. I wanted to bury my cock inside her and it took everything I had not to do it on the spot.
She took my hand and dragged me through the whole amusement park, but not before telling the maintenance guy to keep the merry-go-round going. It filled with air with a nostalgic sound, the songs on it playing over and over again while we walked around the premises.
I couldn’t get everything perfect for my little girl, but I had tried my best. We walked to the arcade part of the park, and her expression fell a little when she realized she wouldn’t be able to play the games. Her eyes were fixated on a stuffed unicorn that was exactly like the horse she’d ridden on the merry-go-round. It was stuck in a dusty claw machine. It was a small wonder no one had broken the glass.
“You want to see if it still works?” I asked her, and she nodded.
“Do you have any quarters?” she asked, and I laughed out loud.
“Do I look like a man that carries quarters?” I asked her, and she grinned.
I felt around the return slot of the machine, and by some miracle, my hand came away with a quarter someone must’ve left there months and months ago.
“Well, what do you know,” I told her. “Looks like it’s our lucky day, Angel.”
“You won’t win with just one!” she giggled. “Everyone knows these machines are rigged. There’s no way you’ll win a prize with a single coin.”
“Watch me,” I winked, and put the quarter in the machine.
It somehow sprang to life, and the countdown started. It took all my efforts and concentration to aim the claw over her prized unicorn, and lift it up with it, sending it down the chute. But it was all worth it to see Angel squeal with excitement and jump up and down so happily it made my day.
“Here you go,” I said as I handed her prize over. “For the prettiest girl at the park.”
She giggled and held the unicorn close, which made me question how safe that was.
“That thing needs to be washed,” I warned her.
“I don’t care,” she said, and hugged the scruffy thing.
She held my hand for the rest of the night.
We played some more games and took so many turns on the merry-go-round it made my head spin. We even went on the Ferris wheel after the maintenance guy managed to convince me it wouldn’t defect and send us to our deaths. And it was perfectly alright. Actually, it was great. Sitting under the stars and holding her dainty, pale little hand, felt fucking right. And for once in my sorry life, I knew I was in the right place at the right time.
Nothing else mattered, just the fact that her hand was so very small in mine, and she whispered ‘thank you,
Daddy’ so many times in my ear I lost count.
I didn’t even care about my permanently hard dick. All I wanted to do was make her happy.
She made me feel young again.
All my life, so much pressure had been placed on my shoulders. So many obligations, rules that I had to follow. I never really got the chance to be a kid.
And she made me feel like it wasn’t too late for that. Like I could dance with her under the stars, and hold her tight with my cock filling her up and she thanked me over and over again for giving her my cum. She was perfect, and she was exactly what I needed that day, that moment. Maybe even what I’d needed all along.
But I couldn’t let myself think that way.
Yes, she was a sweet girl, but at the end of the day, she was just a toy.
My parents would never approve of me being with her, and I was sure they’d make that painfully obvious the moment they met her.
I wanted to keep her to myself, anyway. It wasn’t like anyone was going to understand this crazy thing between us. Even Evangeline had tried to fight it any chance she got.
But not that night. That night was ours, and she was all mine. It felt too fucking good to be true.
I felt myself losing my mind in the thoughts that swam through my head. She was in every one of them, and I started to realize how very painful all of this was going to be for her when it ended. Because that was inevitably going to happen, wasn’t it? I’d get sick of her, or she’d get sick of me, and I’d have to let her go just like every other toy before her. Gone, gone, gone, just like all the others.
She seemed to sense my mood souring, and it made her anxious. She kept looking back at me as she led me through the grounds, constantly checking to see if I was okay, or if I was in any way annoyed by her actions. She was such a sweet, submissive, perfect little toy. And I couldn’t stand it, because I knew I’d have to let go eventually.
During the night, she tripped on a rock and tumbled to the ground before I could catch her.
“Daddy!” she cried out, and pulled her knee against her body.
I kneeled down next to her and she sobbed a few times as her knee opened up and bled all over her, dripping down her leg.
“Oh, I ruined my dress,” she whispered, giving me a fearful look. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to…”
“I know,” I consoled her. “Don’t worry, little Angel. It’s okay.”
She whimpered in pain, so I did the first thing that came to mind and lifted her up into my arms. She wrapped her own around my neck and I carried her over to the picnic area of the park, where wooden benches and tables stood abandoned for fuck knows how long.
I wanted to set her down on a bench, but I changed my mind, and placed her gently on the table instead. She lay on her back and stared at me as I climbed up next to her. I lay on my back and she settled in the crook of my arms.
The night was pleasant, and the sky was an inky shade of indigo blue. She lay her head on my chest and we stared at the sky, illuminated by the city lights.
“I see a star,” she said softly.
“Where?” I asked.
She took my hand and pointed it at the sky, in the direction of the star she’d found. I kissed her forehead as we looked up at it.
“Make a wish,” I told her gently.
“It’s not a shooting star!” she protested. “You can only make a wish on those.”
“Well,” I said. “I fucking own half the city and I say that tonight, little Angel can make a wish on a regular star. So what will it be, little girl?”
She giggled and bit her bottom lip in concentration as she stared at the sky, then closed her eyes tightly.
“Got it?” I asked and she nodded. “Well, go ahead, tell me what you wished for.”
I knew it was going to be painful.
“I can’t,” she said softly. “It won’t come true then. And I really, really want it to come true.”
I didn’t argue further. Instead, I held her close and watched several more stars pop up on the night sky.
“You never talk about your family,” she whispered.
“Neither do you,” I reminded her, and she buried her face in my chest. We were silent for a while before I spoke up again. “I guess I don’t really get along with either of my parents, and they’re the only family I have really. All my grandparents are gone now.”
“Why don’t you get along?” she asked. Her voice was soft as cashmere and sweet as sin.
“My dad’s a prick,” I sighed. “And my mom goes along with anything he does, and it just drives me insane. I don’t like spending time with them.”
“Maybe things will change,” she suggested, and I sighed, smoothing down her hair.
“Maybe,” I lied, and once again, we were quiet.
“My favorite memory was coming here with my dad,” she admitted a while later.
“To this park?” I asked her, and she nodded. “Did he buy you what you wanted?”
“Candy floss,” she giggled. “And we played all the games at the arcade. He kept losing and it made him so angry. It was silly.”
I stroked her hair some more. She was so sweet I could almost taste her on my tongue.
“Evangeline…”
She looked up at me, those beautiful eyes of hers rimmed with so many black lashes.
“Yes?” she asked.
“Kiss me.”
It was something between a request and an order, and she hesitated before lowering her lips to mine.
She tasted like summer and innocence, and in that moment, I knew poor little Evangeline was doomed.
Because I was never going to have my fill of her.
Eighteen
Evangeline
Daddy dearest was long gone and dead.
And Mommy wasn’t faring well at all.
The little girl was starting to lose hope. After her daddy had left them alone, it felt like she was the one who had to be the parent to her mom. And those shifts she worked at the seedy bar got longer and longer, while the time she spent with her little girl became almost nonexistent.
Once Daddy was gone, some mean people told the little girl her daddy was a thief. The kids in the playground teased her relentlessly, calling her daddy a criminal and saying it served them all right that he had finally left and gone to heaven. But they didn’t say he went to heaven. The little girl thought they were all convinced her daddy had gone to hell.
So, she watched her family fall apart, day by day. Her mommy started coming home drunk, bringing with her men that didn’t seem like Daddy at all. She asked the little girl to call them by their names, but she slipped sometimes and called them daddy instead, and it made her mother so very angry. She got slapped whenever she did it, and it only made her panic more, thinking she was surely going to do it again by accident.
The daddies weren’t anything like the father the little girl used to have. But with everything the kids in the playground and their parents said, she wasn’t sure whether she really remembered her daddy at all.
Was he really such a bad man?
Did he really make so many people lose their money, lose their homes, lose their fortunes?
Was he really so bad they all hoped he rotted in the ground?
She worried sick over it, wondering and wondering whether all those people were right. Whether the shadow of the man she used to know as her daddy was who he had been all along. She never did figure it out.
And then another daddy came along, and this one was so very different from the rest.
The first time her mommy brought him home, the man kneeled down next to the little girl and gave her a teddy bear. She’d seen the very one in a store a week earlier, but her mommy told her it was too expensive. She was mesmerized with this new daddy from the first moment.
It really felt like he was their savior, and the little girl was finally happy again.
He would’ve done everything for her mommy, but he definitely had a soft spot for her as well.
He often brought her candy, little presents like books and teddies, and so many other things that made her happy. He even took her to the amusement park her daddy used to take her to when she was much younger. And she liked him a lot, probably more than her mommy did.
The little girl heard her mommy fighting with the man very often. She would scream and throw things, sending them crashing against the wall. It worried the little girl because she thought maybe the man would get sick of it, and get rid of them both. Leave them just like Daddy did.
But it seemed like this man was determined to stay.
He married her mommy on a crisp autumn day, and the little girl got to be the flower girl, throwing rose petals as she walked down the aisle in a perfect little dress. It made her so very happy, and she knew a new of her life was starting. She felt like one of the princesses in the books her new daddy brought her, once they got their happy ending.
But things didn’t go as smoothly as she thought they would.
Her mommy wasn’t well. She stopped working at the seedy bar after they moved in with new daddy. His name was Barron, and he told the little girl he was a very rich man, and he would always be able to take care of her. It made her feel safe and cared for, and she loved him very much.
Mommy wasn’t happy, though. She didn’t work at the bar, but she was still gone most nights. Sometimes she’d come home early in the morning when Barron was helping the little girl get ready for school. She’d giggle and dance around and end up falling on the floor, and it made new daddy angry, and the little girl embarrassed.
One night he sat her down, and explained they were going to sign some papers to make things official. It meant he was officially adopting her, and he was going to be her new daddy. And then he took her out and she had the giantest sundae with a big cherry on top. It was the best day she’d had in a very, very long time.
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