by Olivia Fox
“I can’t! Those clothes and bag are an investment!”
“Well I don’t want to invest my money there! And you should’ve asked me. Using my credit card without asking me is stealing! It’s time you grew up and started taking care of yourself. I’m not your sugar daddy. Maybe you should go out and find yourself one. Seems like that’s what you’re looking for.”
I slapped a five-dollar bill down on the table to cover my Shirley Temple. Roxy would probably pocket the change. I stomped out of the Saloon and tried to slam the door on my way out, but it was one of those hydraulic slow-closing thingies so my dramatic exit fizzled like a stale Shirley Temple.
The nice thing about Briarville by the sea is everything is within walking distance unless you lived out on a farm or up in the hills.
So, I made the short trek back to my apartment, listening to my boots clump down the sidewalk and sniffing the scents of the spring night air.
Daffodils. Tulips. Someday I would have a house and a yard filled with flowers.
Clump. Clump. Clump. I soothed myself with the sound of the sidewalk under my boots.
It was so kind of Jax to bring me gummy bears. I couldn’t read what he wrote on the business card he gave me in the bar, certainly not in front of Roxy.
Her tricks were getting so old.
Clump. Clump. Clump.
This was a new low even for her. No matter what, I was getting my money back.
I brushed my teeth and climbed into bed with my favorite bunny rabbit, Boris. Yes, I slept with a stuffed animal even though I was 27 years old. What of it?
Time to read the card. Whoa. An invitation to a date, with a real guy. A real hot guy.
What the hell. Being scared little Chloe had never gotten me anything. It was about time I tried something new and stop being such a baby.
I was going to text him!
Jax
Lifting weights hadn’t done anything to relieve my sexual frustration. With my head on the pillow, my body felt relaxed and well used, but my cock was standing at attention. Easy, tiger.
The little girl was like an energy drink for my dick. For the first time in years, he was awake and ready for action.
I had to learn more about her.
Starving floozies like the one in the bar were never my type, even though college football players were some of their favorite targets. I preferred voluptuousness. Just remembering Chloe’s pillowy lips and the way they formed a circle when she first saw Roxy leaning toward me at the bar had my imagination running wild.
I imagined her on her knees in front of me, those soft lips slightly apart, forming the same ‘oh’ shape as she stared up into my eyes.
“Open your mouth, little girl,” I would tell her. “Open wide for Daddy.”
Fantasy interruptus.
My phone buzzed with an incoming message on the nightstand next to me.
I hoped it wasn’t Forest telling me he couldn’t come into the shop tomorrow. We were working on 1979 Camaro Z28 demanded attention from both of us.
Good night.
It was an unrecognized number, dare I hope?
Who’s this?
It’s Chloe. The gummy bear girl.
You going out with me on Saturday GBG?
Thinking about it.
Don’t think, just feel. I’ve been thinking about you all day. What if I’m not ready to say good night to you yet?
It’s only 9 o’clock. What do you wanna tell me?
So many things, little girl. I don’t wanna scare you off though.
I don’t scare easy. LOL. Lie.
Best wait then, sweetie. I’ll text you tomorrow with plans for our date. Sweet dreams.
You too.
Whether she knew it or not, Chloe gave off a strong little vibe.
It wasn’t just her attire, though she did dress in accordance with little style. Today, she was in a grey tank top with bridle-like shoulder buckles that held it up. A soft, matching sweater slipped off her shoulders and the sleeves were so long they nearly covered all her fingers. Her flouncy, knitted skirt had a waist which came up just underneath her breasts, like a corset. I had memorized the entire ensemble but most unforgettable of all were the thigh-high knitted matching stockings, revealing a mouthwatering view of her bare upper thigh.
And, of course, I caught her being naughty, sampling the kaleidoscope of gummies, also pointed to her little tendencies.
Hard to imagine her ever being a brat, but I would like to encourage her sass. Sass meant discipline.
I wondered whether or not she was lying in bed, feeling as aroused as me.
I wish I could’ve let her know my mind was busy thinking about all the things I wanted to do to make her feel good.
Too soon.
I wish I could tell her, “You really aren’t that innocent. You’re a naughty little girl is what you are.” And have it be true.
I wanted her to understand my rule was when I said get those panties off, it meant now.
Better yet panties would be forbidden.
Those things would have to wait. She wasn’t mine yet. But she would be.
Question was, would I be able to handle it? Could I handle having another little after Jenny? After having a relationship which ended in the worst way possible.
Chloe
I woke up in the middle of the night and started worrying about whether or not Roxy would pay me back for the things she charged on my card.
The thoughts kept me awake from 1 a.m. until 4:30 a.m. I used the time to read one of my favorite authors, Dani Wyatt on my Kindle.
The only way I ever got lucky was with book boyfriends and the ones that got my juices going were hopelessly romantic and commanding.
So yeah, if I wrote the script for my life, it definitely wouldn’t turn out so I turned 27 without ever being kissed or going out on a date. I’d be like one of the characters in the books I loved so much.
Someone’s dirty little princess who was cherished and taken care of.
So far it hadn’t been in the cards. I had never spent real, romantic time with a guy who actually excited me.
As far as my love life went it could be described in one sentence: It didn’t go as planned.
No wonder I woke up this morning with the trembling feels of anticipation in my chest.
Jax.
The only splash of cold water on that excitement was dealing with Roxy.
It was never an agreeable conversation when she wasn’t getting what she wanted, but her heyday of mooching off me was over. It had to be.
I couldn’t understand why she acted as if it was rude not to allow her to use my credit card for frivolous crap she believed necessary.
It was completely crazy making.
So why did I feel bad asking her to pay the money back? I actually felt guilty.
Hence, therapy.
Aside from all the Roxy drama, it was my fave day, Friday. Self-care day.
After therapy I was meeting Ariana, Gracie and Sofie to sample a special menu arranged by the Unicorn Cafe: rainbow fruit cups, unicorn popcorn with sprinkles, pepperoni pizza, lemony cucumber cream cheese sandwiches and Cheetos. Gracie was great at organizing fun events like this.
Maybe I could forget Roxy for a while.
For sure the tingle of anticipation which zinged through me every time I thought of Jax was not going away any time soon. I didn’t want it to.
As always, my therapist nailed it when it came to helping me understand the BS that was always part of being human.
My one extravagance was my Cocoa Daisy planner, which my therapist Trixie said was good for me due to all the good endorphins it induced. I had a tab labeled “therapy” and kept a list of questions going so I could maximize my time with Trixie.
The first question I had was why the hell I freaked the fuck out at the grocery store after finding out about Roxy’s charges. It was the first time since my break I had felt anything close to that way.
Trixie was spot on when s
he said, “You were triggered. It’s a betrayal. A different version of what your sister did to you in high school. It reminded you.”
I asked her about the guilt I was feeling with setting boundaries for Roxy, and she said such things were never easy when we were accustomed to taking care of people in a certain way. Now I was ready to acknowledge enabling Roxy and allowing her to get away with taking money from me was not doing her any favors. Not to mention it increased my stress, which was not good for my bipolar disorder. This represented growth, with which came growing pains.
I shared all of this while munching pepperoni pizza with the girls, and Sofie came right out with it, “Of course, she’s going to get mad any time you mention her paying you back or taking care of her own lazy ass self. You’re her golden goose. Why should she give it up?”
I jotted down, “Golden goose. Financial stress,” in my planner, which I carried with me everywhere.
“You’re right of course. I don’t know why I didn’t see it before. I guess I couldn’t admit to myself she would use me so badly.”
“Enough about her!” Ariana swatted the air in front of her. “Tell us about this hot date you’re going out on.”
There weren’t many people I just clicked with, but these three got me. They made my life so much better just by being in it.
I told them all about Jax while they demolished the food in front of them.
“Yeah, I’m into fitness,” Gracie said when I filled them in about tall, dark, and manly, “fitness whole pizza in my mouth!”
“Never gets old,” Sofie shook her head.
“I love you guys. I don’t know what I’d do without you,” I said and shoved a handful of Cheetos in my mouth. “You guys are my relationship goals.”
Jax
Chloe and I met at the Pinup Paradise Diner. I wanted to feed her a good breakfast before driving out to the coast to harvest mussels and go walking on the beach. I got there early and waited for her outside, and the smell of bacon coming from inside was like crack.
Speaking of crack, I was consumed by thoughts of my mouth on Chloe’s body. She had my dick raging hard since I met her, and it grew harder with every step she took on the sidewalk coming toward me. She wore a tight pink T-shirt which said “cute but psycho” beneath a track suit with matching jacket and sweatpants. The running outfit made me want to chase her.
My baby cast a magic spell over me which made my erection grow exponentially larger every minute that passed without being inside of her. It was like being a teenager again. Only now, I knew exactly what to do to my sweet little fairy. I would respect her, adore her, dominate her until she smeared her sweet honey all over my rigid cock.
She was mine. Crazy as it sounded, I already felt it in my bones.
God, my imagination was fucking her like crazy while she sat innocently beside me on the bench seat of the booth. I stared at the slope of her neck revealed by her high ponytail and wanted to bite it.
She looked so sweet sitting next to me. I couldn’t help myself and leaned down to place a kiss just above her collar bone. And licked. Just a tiny one. To taste.
The lower half of the diner walls were lined in corrugated tin, and I tried counting the grooves as a means to take my insatiable mind off bending her over the table and fucking her hard.
It killed me to watch her put spoon after spoonful of cream of wheat into her swollen mouth.
She kept licking her lips to clean a tiny dollop or two from her kisser. Every time she did so it sent a hot zing to my cock. Down, boy.
“Are you ready to crawl on some rocks with me today?”
“I guess so,” she said. “I’ve never gone musseling before. I like looking in the tide pools, though.”
“That may be your job today, little one. The waves can get fierce along the lost coast, and you need to stay safe. I have some spots in mind for you.”
Chloe blew on her chamomile tea to cool it off before sipping and again the sight of her pursing lips went straight to my groin. I wasn’t sure how I would survive this day without tasting her on my lips.
“OK. I love to look at the starfish and hermit crabs. I’ll be happy playing there.” She took a small box out of her purse and put three pills into her palm. She grabbed the water and tossed it back along with the pills.
I felt my gut grab around my breakfast.
“What are those if it’s not impolite to ask? Are you sick?”
I felt an outburst of familiar emotion in my chest. Jenny.
“Not at all. I take them to stay healthy.”
Jenny had been sick. She took pills. Only a doctor didn’t prescribe hers. She took them to seek comfort in that good feeling she got from her addiction. Eventually, they no longer gave her the comfort she sought. Only temporary escape from her cravings.
“I’m healthy as a horse. I’ll tell you all about it someday if you’re really interested, but it’s not exactly first date material.”
“OK it can wait. We will need to discuss it soon, though. It’s my job to take care of you.”
She giggled thinking I was joking.
“No joke.”
Her teehee cut off abruptly.
I spooned creamed wheat into her mouth and wiped off the portion that clung to her bottom lip. “I’ll protect you and keep you safe, baby girl. You’ll see.” I pet her hair and fed her the rest of her porridge. “Now be a good girl and finish your strawberries,” I told her. “You need your strength for playing on the beach today.”
And tried to keep my mind off her on her knees, mouth stretched wide open by my rigid cock.
I opened the door of my Pontiac for Chloe and reached in to fasten her seatbelt for her. It crossed my mind the reason I had restored this car was just to get to this day when I could look down on her sweet, perky tits and fuckable body in the passenger seat.
Smiling to myself, I shut her door.
I started the car and headed north out of town toward Cape Mendocino. “Have you ever been to the beach on the road to Petrolia?” I asked.
“Not since I was a really little girl. I remember it’s pretty, though.”
“I think it must be one of the most beautiful places in the world.” Her hand was dwarfed in mine when I reached for her.
“So, who was your friend at the bar last night?”
“She’s not my friend; she’s my sister.” If I didn’t know any better, I’d say that Chloe’s barely downturned mouth emoted a touch of disgust.
“Wow. I would not have guessed.”
“Yeah, I get that a lot. We don’t really look anything like each other. She’s the pretty one.”
“Hey! How can you say that?”
“Isn’t it obvious? She looks like a supermodel and I, well I’m just ordinary. The plump one.” She made air quotes around the word plump.
This was the first date, so I needed to keep my cool. Not scare her off. But when she became my little, we’d revisit that remark. She’d just earned her first spanking. My hand clenched hers more tightly with the reflex to lay her across my lap and spank her beautiful ass.
This was no time to think along those lines, I could feel my cock growing hard in my pants at the idea of training her to be my good girl.
I could hardly wait until the day that happened.
“You’re gorgeous, Chloe. And it’s not just your looks, it’s the way you carry yourself. You come across as innocent and extremely sensual at the same time. To be honest I find it nearly impossible to keep my hands off you even though we’ve only just met.”
Chloe pulled her lips in toward her teeth and turned her head to stare outside the passenger window. I let my words sink in as we traveled the winding, steep road.
When we rounded a curve at the summit of a mountain and the Pacific Ocean came into view below us, Chloe sucked in her breath. “Yowza! Can we please stop here so I can take a picture?”
“Of course,” I chuckled, “anything for you, gorgeous.”
“Don’t call me that,” she sai
d.
She really was cruising for a bruising. “Sweetie, you don’t want to push me on that point. Trust me.” She turned her head toward me when I growled out these words, her mouth slightly parted in shock.
“Why not?” she asked.
“That’s for me to know, and you to find out, little one. For now, let’s just say I don’t like to hear you insulting yourself. If you could see yourself through my eyes, you would never do such a thing.”
“Okaaaaay,” she stretched out the word as if to say she didn’t really believe me, but she would leave it alone for now.
We stepped out of the car, and she snapped photos of the view. “Thank you so much for bringing me here. It’s breathtaking.” She gazed at the horizon, and I couldn’t take my eyes off her.
It was a sunny, slightly chilly day. “Hey, you’re getting goosebumps. When we get to the beach, I’ll lend you a heavier coat. Otherwise, you’ll catch a chill.”
“Sounds good,” and my chest expanded imagining her adding ‘Daddy’ to the end of the statement.
We arrived at the beach, “Stay put. Let me get you some things from the trunk.”
On the lost coast, the weather could change at any moment’s notice so it was important to be prepared for any sitch. I opened Chloe’s door and held out the jacket for her. She put her arms in, and I turned her by the shoulders so I could reach down and zip her up. “It’s a little big on you, but if I roll up the sleeves, it should be fine.”
“It’s not often something is too big on me. You must be huge.”
Before I could stop myself, I responded, “Right, little girl. Huge all over.” I caught and held her gaze. “And I thought I warned you about criticizing yourself. Let me show you something.”
I walked back to the trunk and pulled out something I bought for her on impulse.
“What’s that?” she asked.
“You don’t have to play with them, but somehow they made me think of you. I knew we were coming to the beach and thought you might like to play with them.”