by Penny Snoak
"But, what do you expect from me?" she asked, her voice firmer than before, and her crimson lips pressed together in a serious stare. I realized the best way to tell her was to be blunt. I cringed and lowered my gaze.
"I would want you to be my loving companion, if you can find it in your heart to do so," I admitted. "I want to be your Daddy." Her eyes narrowed suspiciously at me.
"My Daddy?" she asked, a hint of fear in her honeysuckle voice. I nodded.
"The ultimate goal is to be lovers in a sexual, loving father-daughter relationship," I explained, desperately hoping I didn't sound crazy. "I would be allowed to love and protect you as if you were my own daughter, setting a few rules and expectations as any loving parent would, and I would expect you to just be yourself and treat me like you would a father figure." She looked a little pale as she stared at me. "Again, that's the ultimate goal, but you don't have to do anything you're not comfortable with." She sighed and looked down at her lap, seeming lost in thought until something caught her attention.
"What's that over there?" she asked as she pointed to the corner of the room, and I turned to look at what she was pointing at. Realizing I might have acted prematurely, I winced, hoping she didn't grow to hate me.
"That is the changing station," I told her. "If you're comfortable with it, you'd be wearing diapers and dressing like a child, but it's not a requirement. I don't want you getting overwhelmed and running away scared because of my kinks."
She turned and stared at me in shock and fear.
"This is all for a kink you have?" she asked, and I nodded.
"I know it seems a little different," I admitted as I stared at her, "but I want you to know I'll never make you do anything against your will. I'll allow you to do as you please, so long as it's safe, and I'll take care of you and love you no matter what. All I ask is that you do the same." She looked around the room, taking in everything.
I knew plenty of women who had taken off and called the cops on me. In fact, that's how I had gotten to know Joe and learned about Skye and the rest of the family. It didn't seem fair that she had been thrown into the world of adulthood at a young age, and I wanted to help my friend and his family. I knew it was a lot to ask of her, but I wanted to try at least. She was so beautiful, and the mature expressions that presented themselves on her face reminded me of a child playing dress up. She was all too perfect, and I was asking her to be mine.
After several minutes, she sighed and nodded.
"Alright," she said, her voice quaking a little as she looked at me, a glint of fear and uncertainty in her eyes. "I'll do as you ask, but I do want you to consider my feelings about all this. Meaning, before you ask me to do anything particular, you ask me, first." Tilting my head at her, I crossed my arms.
"That sounds fair, but can you elaborate a little?" I asked. "After all, I want to make sure our boundaries are perfectly clear." She thought for a moment.
"I'll call you Daddy and sleep in this room as you want," she told me while she looked around the room. "However, I'm not wearing diapers just because you tell me to. When I feel like trying them or am comfortable doing it, I will agree to wear them, but I'm not doing it right away just because you want me to. Also, no sexual favors."
I raised an eyebrow at her. "Ever?" I asked, and she seemed to cave a little as she looked at me.
"Well," she said as she thought for a moment, "If you manage to win me over with all this, I might agree to it, but I want to be the one to decide when we're ready for it." She crossed her arms as she continued, looking like a pouting child. "Don't think I'll be easy to win over, either. I'm not some whore who gives in to the first hot piece of ass that offers it."
I smiled and nodded in agreement.
"That's fair," I said as I smiled at her. Before we could continue our discussion, the doorbell rang, and I looked at the watch on my wrist. "That should be Rita coming to do her work." I rose to my feet and looked down at her. "I have some work I have to finish so that I'll be free all weekend. Before I go, I need to know… Are you willing to stay the whole weekend under these conditions?"
She nodded, and I smiled.
"Good. Now, I do have one more thing to ask. If for any reason you don't feel comfortable with something we're doing, please let me know. I want you to be happy no matter what." She smiled and nodded, and a weight lifted in my chest. "Now, I do recommend you change into something a little more comfortable and get your affairs in order for at least the weekend."
With that, I left her alone in the nursery and went to answer the door. As I expected, it was Rita.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Derek," she said as she smiled at me. "What would you like me to do today?" I smiled at her.
"I have a guest staying for the holiday weekend," I informed her. "Would you be so kind as to help me make sure her every need is met?" Her old, wrinkled face lit up as she nodded at me.
"Of course, sir," she said. "I'll start by making my famous chocolate chip cookies for her snack."
CHAPTER FIVE
Skye
As soon as I was alone in the room, I shook my head and pulled out my phone. It was crazy, and I wasn't sure what I thought of my current situation. However, a deal was a deal, and Skylar Benedict didn't break deals. I immediately, called Uncle Joe, and he answered on the first ring.
"Skye, is that you?" he asked, and I nodded.
"I’ve just finished meeting with Mr. Derek, and we were able to come to an agreement." I said.
He didn't respond at first, but, when he did, he sounded worried. "What happened?" he asked, his voice full of concern, and I realized that he knew what living with his so-called friend had entailed all along.
"Well, he turned down the cash and proposed a bit of a compromise,” I said, trying not to sound as angry as I felt. "I'm to stay with him until the day after the fourth of July. If I decide to stay, he will consider the debt paid, but, if I decide that this is not for me, he's agreed to knock the amount down to one hundred thousand.”
"Uncle Joe sighed with relief on the other end of the phone, sounding relieved. “ So, we'll know for sure come the fifth what your decision is?" he asked, and I nodded.
"Take care of Dad and Brad for me," I instructed him. "Also, if anything like this ever happens again, be sure to warn me of anything of importance!" With that, I hung up the phone and called my real estate office.
"Benedict Homes and Rentals," answered one of my employees on the first ring, as I had trained each and every one of them. "This is Stephanie. How can I help you?" I smiled, proud of how professional my newest employee sounded.
"Hey, Steph, it's Skye," I said as I looked around. "Listen, something's come up, and I'm going to be out the rest of the weekend. Can you do me a favor and help Vicky and Ronald print off the rest of the flyers for that open house next week? I also need you to go to my desk and redistribute my list between the three of you so that all our leads get called, if at all possible." There was a brief silence on the phone before Stephanie responded.
"Of course, boss," she agreed dutifully. "We'll go through and get everything done for you. Everything's in good hands. Have a great holiday!" I smiled and nodded.
"I'll talk to you guys on Tuesday," I told her. "Be safe and have a great weekend." When the call disconnected, I quickly turned off my phone and looked around.
It took me forever, but, after searching the entire room, I found that the vent opened up into the wall, and there was a shaft to the left and right. Not wanting it to be seen by anyone who might happen across the vent, I tucked my purse, with my phone and car keys safe inside, in the left shaft, and replaced the vent cover. I checked and it looked unchanged-There was no way anyone would ever be able to tell that my purse was hidden in the vent. I got to my feet and checked the room, looking for the clothing Derek said would be ‘more comfortable’.
"Hello?" asked a kind, older, feminine voice, and I turned towards the door to see who was there. A woman with kind eyes and a bright, wrinkled face smiled
at me from the doorway. Her gray hair was pulled back into a perfect bun, and she dressed like a nursemaid from a fairytale.
"Forgive me for startling you. I'm Rita."
I smiled politely at her. "I'm Skye," I said as she entered the room, holding a silver tray. She smiled as she put down the tray on a nightstand and looked at me.
"You are a pretty little thing," she said sweetly, and I was amazed at how much like a grandmother she seemed as she looked me up and down. "Those clothes will not do at all. Let me find you some better clothing more suited to your new home." I smiled politely as she moved to the wardrobe.
"Oh, thank you," I said as I watched her rifle through the clothing in the wardrobe. Finally, she pulled out a plain white gown from the wardrobe.
"This should do," she said as she smiled at me. "I don't imagine you're the kind who likes to wear anything pink and frilly, so this is a good start." She motioned towards the changing station. "Would you like some help changing?" I shook my head immediately.
"Oh, I already spoke with Derek, and he said that I didn't have to do that yet," I told her, and she shrugged.
"As you wish," she said as she looked at my clothing. "Do you want me to save that clothing for you? Or do you want me to get rid of it right away?" I thought for a moment and shook my head.
"I'd like to save my clothes," I said as I smiled politely. "After all, I don't know for sure if I'll be staying."
She frowned a little as I turned away and started changing my clothes. "You aren't?" she asked. "Why on earth not? Master Derek is a good man who means no harm, and I'll be here to look after you, make sure he treats you right." As I pulled the gown over my head, my ponytail got stuck in the gown, and she moved to help me get the gown on. "Is there anything I can do to help you?" I shook my head.
"Honestly," I told her as I turned to look at her, "I don't know. I promised that I would stay for the weekend and see how it goes."
Rita smiled as she straightened my gown. "That's a good idea," she said, looking me up and down. A frown crinkled her brow, and she clasped a hand to her mouth. "Oh, this won't do at all…" She looked up at me. "I am so sorry, my dear. I mistakenly pulled out a nightgown for you." I then looked down and realized she was right. I smiled reassuringly at her and shook my head.
"It's okay," I said as I pulled it back over my head. Once I was free, I looked around. "It's probably a bit impractical to wear a gown of any kind anyways. Is there something a bit more casual I can wear?" Rita thought for a second.
"There might be some appropriate shorts and a shirt," she mentioned as she tapped a finger to her chin. "Oh, while I look for some clothes for you to wear, you should help yourself to the snack I brought you. I made chocolate chip cookies for you." My stomach growled immediately, and I nodded as she wandered around the room, looking for the clothing.
The cookies were warm and gooey, and the glass of milk in the tray with them made it even better. I had just sat down to enjoy my second cookie when she started to pull out the clothing. At that exact moment, the door blew gently open, and Derek stopped by.
"I almost forgot," he said as he stood at the door. "I…" He looked up, and we both froze as we stared at each other in shock.
CHAPTER SIX
Derek
If I had known that forgetting to tell Skye that the only clothing that might fit her were the gowns or dresses would lead to this situation, I would have just left her to figure it out for herself. However, thanks to my lack of judgement and the wide open door—courtesy of Rita—here we were.
She was in only a pair of lacey, black undies and a matching black bra, and her dark-blue suit lay on the bed. She was sitting next to the bed, a half-eaten cookie in her hand, and a thin milk mustache on her upper lip. Her body was thin yet curvy, and the skin that had been concealed by the stiff suit as pale as the milk on the tray. Some cookie crumbles fell from the corner of her mouth, and I couldn't help but smile a little as I stared at her. She was too perfect and too innocent for her own good, and part of me wanted to kick Rita out and claim what was before me right away.
"Get out!" Rita ordered as she pushed me out of the room. "She is still getting changed! It's not polite to stare and make the poor girl feel uncomfortable." Rita, being much stronger than she looked, pushed me out of the room and slammed the door on my face before locking it. Still stunned from what I had just witnessed, I shook my head.
"I'm sorry," I called out as I stared at the door, the image of Skye's perfect body fresh in my mind. My body was already rebelling, and I shuffled my position in an attempt to continue to look as posed and professional as possible while also hiding the results of my encounter with Skye.
"Should I come back later?"
Rita threw open the door and shook her head. "No need, sir," she said as she smiled sweetly at me. "Miss Skye is dressed now, and I'm off to start on dinner. Please forgive the inappropriate clothing. Nothing seems to fit. I can go clothes shopping for her later." With that, Rita rushed off down the hall and down to the kitchen. As soon as she disappeared from view, I turned to look at Skye.
She was beautiful in the long, white nightgown she was wearing, but the ponytail was still too stiff for her. She stared at me as I made my way across the room and pulled the hair tie from her hair, freeing her long, blonde locks from their prison. I smiled as I stared down at her.
"That's better," I said as I looked at her, still attempting to hide the telltale sign of my arousal that threatened to show. "I'm so sorry about that. The door was open, so I thought you were good."
Skye shook her head and gave a nervous smile.
"It's okay," she said as she looked up at me, looking more and more like an innocent child the more she stood there. "It's my fault for not shutting the door in the first place."
I shook my head. "I should have knocked," I told her. "Anyways, I wanted to ask you what you wanted to do first."
She thought for a moment and looked around.
"Don't you still have work to do?" she asked, and I shook my head.
"Not anymore," I informed her. "All my work is done for the weekend, so I thought we could do something." She frowned a little.
"I don't know," she admitted after a minute. "Normally, I'm so busy working that I don't really get any free time."
I shrugged.
"Think back to when you were a kid," I advised her. "What was the one thing you loved doing as a child when it was the weekend?" She thought for a moment before smiling at me.
"My dad and brother would always have pizza and do a movie marathon with me," she told me, and I nodded.
"A movie marathon it is," I agreed. "I'll talk to Rita about the pizza and see about some snacks. You go ahead and pick out the movies. They are in the cabinet by the TV." She nodded, and I made my way to the kitchen to find Rita.
"Did the little miss decide what she would like for dinner?" she asked, and I nodded.
"She would like pizza to go with her movie marathon night," I told her, and she smiled sweetly at me.
"Sounds like a lot of fun," she agreed as she pulled out the take out menus from one of the many cabinets. "It's only three in the afternoon, but I'll call at about five and order your dinner. In the meantime, no movie marathon is complete without snacks. Do you want the standard bowl of popcorn? Or something else?" I thought for a second.
"How about popcorn and soda?" I recommended. "As well as some cookies, please. Don't worry, I won't let her ruin her dinner…" Rita smiled and nodded.
"Sounds great," she said as she headed towards the pantry. "You go start your movie marathon, and I will be in with the snacks soon enough." I nodded and started towards the living room. When I realized that I had forgotten something, I turned back.
"You can join us if you want," I told her. "You know, so you can have a weekend off. You've been doing so much, and I think you deserve the weekend to have fun." Rita smiled as she looked at me.
"Do you mean it?" she asked, and I nodded. "Well, I know the little mis
s will need me around, so I'll stay and have fun with you guys." I nodded.
"That sounds great," I told her.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Skye
I looked around at the collection of movies in the cabinet and couldn't help but shake my head at the collection he had. There was nothing rated over PG in the movie collection, and it seemed a little condescending. Most of the movies were Disney movies, but I smiled when I saw the first two Harry Potter movies. When I didn't see the other six movies, I groaned and knelt down next to the cabinet.
"Is something wrong?" Derek asked from behind me, and I turned to look at him.
"Why is nothing over PG?" I asked as I motioned towards the cabinet. "Do you have the rest of the Harry Potter movies or something?" He raised an eyebrow at me and shook his head.
"In my room upstairs," he told me, "but I don't really care for watching anything rated over PG with you right now." I raised an eyebrow at him.
"Is this one of those rules you mentioned early?" I asked, and he nodded.
"Damn it!"
He frowned at me. "That's another thing," he said as he stared at me. "No cussing, either, or I'll send you to bed early." Remembering that I had agreed to this and grateful that he wasn't doing more, I sighed and nodded.
"Okay, I'm sorry," I agreed. "Are there any other rules I should know?" He thought for a moment.
"No movies with cuss words, either," he told me. "Also, unless we're doing something together, your bedtime is nine…" I sighed and nodded.
"Alright," I agreed as I looked back at the cabinet. This was going to be harder than I thought, but I had made a deal. I never back down from a deal. As I examined the movie collection, I sighed and smiled while I pulled out a movie. "How about this one?" He smiled as he looked at the cartoon movie in my hand.
"Nice choice," he said as he approached the TV. "I'll turn that on for you. You should go sit down." I nodded and sat down on the couch while Derek started up the movie. As the commercials started to play, he grabbed the remote and sat down next to me while Rita brought in a tray with a giant bowl of popcorn and cookies. She set the tray down on the coffee table and smiled as the main menu of the movie came up.