Dear Diary (Love, Daddy)

She nods. “Yes, please.” Her eyes are still on mine and it’s like tearing a limb off as I break our connection and turn to face the wall. “Thank you.”

Her voice strums a chord deep inside me and my dick refuses to behave as I stare at the wallpaper, counting the tiny dots that make up the abstract light-blue pattern, trying to keep myself under control.

I listen to the sounds of fabric rustling, clenching my jaw as I keep counting.

“Okay.” Her voice finally releases me from my wallpaper prison. “You can turn around.”

When I do, she steps forward, stopping a few inches in front of me, then turns around and the control I’ve mustered nearly snaps. I use up what willpower I have left to prevent the cum shooting out of me like a lightning bolt from my balls.

“Can you zip me up?”

Fuuuuuuck me. I just jazzed in my pants a little bit.

The dress is open down her back, exposing flesh that calls for my mark and confirming what I assumed earlier when I saw her for the first time: she’s not wearing a bra.

I drag the backs of my fingers down the indent of her spine and she stops mid-breath. Goosebumps rise under my touch, and I’ve never thought of a woman’s back as a masterpiece before now. So simple. So perfect.

She tenses as pull the zipper. I feel a sense of loss as the fabric closes, the view of her skin taken from me too soon.

“Thank you.” Her voice is a bit breathless as I finish, turning around with an unsure smile as she steps over and picks up her pink and green striped canvas purse. “I guess I’m ready.”

Her eyes flick to mine, then to the door of the hospital room.

“Me too,” I respond, knowing I’m not just ready for us to leave this room. I’m ready for so much more.

A few minutes later, we’re outside, and Clancy emerges from the driver’s door of the car right on cue, but I wave him off. I’ll be the one opening her door from now on, I don’t even want my driver doing things for her I can do. I want to do it all.

Watching her slide into the back seat, I once again relish what a little girl she is in her own way. Grown up, but not quite. So perfect.

I want to nurture and protect her. Teach her. Guide her. Be her greatest champion and her anchor. I want to keep her safe, to lay the world at her feet.

As I close the door and walk around the car, the stars are brighter than I remember them. Fuck. I already miss her, and it’s only been like ten seconds.

When I slide into the seat beside her, she's watching me, a twinkle in her eyes that puts all the stars to shame.

I reach across and pull her lap belt into place, clicking it into the buckle.

“Do you think I need a seatbelt in the back of a limo?”

“New rule, if you are in a car that’s moving, you will always wear your seatbelt.”

My eyes rest on the swell of her tits and I salivate at the thought of getting them in my mouth.

I’m admiring her profile in the lights from the street. Her hair shines even in the darkness, tousled dark waves brushing her shoulders as soft bangs frame her face, her green eyes adding a pop of color against such pale skin.

The freckles adorning her little nose need to be cherished and kissed and loved, each little golden one of them. I'm destined to be the one who gets the honor of giving those gold specks the love and adoration they deserve.

I'm smitten and that’s not even a word I think I understood before her.

Certainly not a word I would have used.

“What’s your address?” I bark, my usual demanding nature hard to curtail.

“Sorry?” She startles, then recovers. “Oh, yeah, you need to get me home. An address would help…3245 West Argyle.”

“Bronx?”

She nods as tension builds in my core. She lives too far away and that area isn’t safe enough. Not for Chastity.

“You got that, Clancy?”

He nods as I clear my throat, trying to curb the edge in my voice. “When I lost you in the bar…I thought I might never see you again. Now, I have your address. I can find you whenever I want.”

She pauses. “And how’d that make you feel? Thinking you may never see me again?”

“Enraged.”

“Wow.” She releases a little giggle-cough. “Creepy.”

“Now, I’ll be able to keep my eye on you.”

“Creepier. Super.”

There’s a special lilt to her voice and coupled with the way she’s nestled in her seat I can’t fight the feeling I’ve found what I never thought I would. I press the button and close the privacy screen as the car starts to move.