Becoming Little Jenny (A Dark Age Play Romance) (My Little World Book 2)

by Becca Little

  “Yep.” She smiled as she reached down and started stroking his cock with her hand. “Because I have this anytime I want it.”

  With the renewed energy of rest, they were kissing again. Jenny rolled over and slid onto his cock, slowly working her way down until their hips were connected. She put her hands on his stomach and started moving her hips, feeling his cock continuing to swell once it was inside. It didn’t take either one of them very long to cum, but she stayed there even after he had finished, slowly grinding her hips against him until he was hard again. They stayed connected for hours, slowly keeping each other aroused as they kissed. Jenny didn’t want the moment to end. She had never felt happier in her life and she knew she was exactly where she belonged.

  EPILOGUE

  Despite the initial scare, Sammy turned out to be stronger than anyone realized. She made a full recovery in the hospital and once she was out, she came to visit. She looked healthy and almost vibrant. It was hard to believe the woman Jenny had seen before was the same one who arrived at the door several months later. Jenny went to her room and played with Mr. Fluffy while they talked. She didn’t want to interrupt their moment and she was secure enough in her relationship with her Daddy not to be jealous. Eventually, Sammy asked her to join them.

  “I can’t thank you enough for what you did, Jenny.” Sammy smiled as Jenny sat down next to her Daddy.

  “I was kind of obligated.” Jenny returned her smile. “We’re sisters after all.”

  Sammy shook her head and laughed. “In a strange way, I guess we are.”

  “Samantha was just filling me in on her plans to relaunch her marketing company. I’ve asked her to take over the marketing for some of my biggest accounts.” He put his arm around Jenny.

  “This time, I won’t make the same mistakes.” Sammy replied. “I can do it on my own, I just need a little boost to get going.”

  “That sounds awesome.” Jenny said.

  “I got lost after I left here.” Sammy sighed. “I really was ready to leave this place and become Samantha again. I just didn’t realize how hard it would be.”

  “Now you do.” Daddy stated. “I’m here for you if you need anything.”

  “We both are.” Jenny added.

  “Thank you.” Sammy said. “I really appreciate that. I won’t take up anymore of your time, I just wanted to come by and let you know how grateful I was. I’ll take care of your clients just like you would.”

  “I know you will.” They all stood and traded hugs before Sammy left.

  “Sammy is so sweet.” Jenny said.

  “She’s Samantha now.” Her Daddy replied. “She’s ready for that this time.”

  ***

  “I can’t believe he let you out of the house.” Abigail said as she pulled up to the front gates of Damien’s Estate.

  “I’m free to come and go as I please.” Jenny slid into the passenger seat.

  “How’s your mother doing?” Abigail asked.

  “She’s great.” Jenny smiled. “I talk to her a couple of times a week. Damien got her the best treatment money could buy and she’s made a lot of progress. They’re pretty sure she won’t even need treatment soon. She’s going to beat the cancer.”

  “That’s awesome! So, you’re calling him Damien now?” Abigail asked.

  “I figured that was more comfortable for you.” Jenny shrugged.

  “Yeah…” Abigail nodded. “I still don’t understand the thing between you two, but you seem very happy.”

  “I am.” Jenny nodded.

  “Good. That is all I could ask for.” Abigail replied.

  ***

  Jenny learned to weave between her role as Little Jenny and Jennifer, finding the balance Samantha never could. Every time she returned home to her Daddy, she was thrilled to become his Little Jenny once again. She was Jennifer when she wore white, when she walked down the aisle and became his wife, but she was Jenny as soon as the ceremony was done. Their secret was shared with very few, but they were happy in their roles. Jenny graduated from college and although she had ambitions for the future, she also had a baby growing inside of her belly that would need her. Damien Fields Jr. was the spitting image of his father, brooding and cranky from the moment he first saw the light of the world.

  Jenny knew it would change their world, but they seemed more than ready for the responsibility. Her life as Little Jenny did start to fade more into the background, especially as the years went on, but when they were alone and had the solace of just their own company, she was happy to take on the role again. They had plenty of vacations holed up in fancy hotels and even traveled abroad once Damien Jr. was old enough. Money was never an issue, and by the time they celebrated their fifth year of marriage, she was pregnant again.

  “It’s another boy.” She said as she snuggled up to him.

  “Hmm.” Damien said. “I’m out of names. I can’t call him Damien Jr. Jr.”

  “Why don’t we name him after my father?” She asked.

  “That sounds like a wonderful idea.” He smiled and they kissed.

  Jenny’s mother beat cancer and was more than happy to take care of her grandchildren whenever she was asked. Abigail found her own way in the world, marrying John and settling down, despite the fact she insisted they weren’t dating until a couple of months before his proposal. John never really forgave Damien, even after Samantha made her full recovery and was featured on the cover of magazines as one of the richest women in America. They shook hands and were cordial when necessary, but the tension was still there. Jenny knew there was too much hurt there, but she was happy they could put aside their differences for a few hours every now and then.

  A couple of years later, Damien and Jennifer were wrangling two wild boys into a church to attend Samantha’s wedding. She found a man that seemed to adore her as much as Jenny adored Damien. As Jenny sat in the church and tried to keep her children quiet, she spotted something hanging from Samantha’s bouquet. It was a small pink pacifier, with an S on the side. Jenny’s eyes followed it as Samantha walked by her after the ceremony and when their eyes met, Samantha winked at Jenny. It seemed she may have found that balance after all.

  THE END

  THE EVOLUTION OF LITTLE JULIE

  The wedding was beautiful and everything I could have ever wanted. Everyone said I made a gorgeous bride, but all of my attention was on the man standing across from me. He was like a dream come true. He was beyond handsome, especially when his lips were turned upwards into a smile that lit up the whole room. How he ever decided I was good enough to stand across from him and hear his vows was something I didn’t understand. Underneath my wedding dress was a scared little girl who felt like she was in way over her head. We had rehearsed the moment enough that I could have done it on autopilot, which was exactly what I needed when it officially began. My mind was fogged with emotions and my heart was beating out of my chest. When the preacher finally pronounced us husband and wife, after I dropped his ring once and nearly tripped over my own dress trying to retrieve it, I was a mess of tears and mascara. Thankfully, he still dipped me backwards and placed the most passionate kiss he had ever given me on my trembling lips. The hard part was over, or at least that was what I thought.

  The first year was filled with absolute lust. We couldn’t get enough of each other and we never wanted to get out of bed, even for food. The honeymoon wasn’t long enough for either of us, and we still acted like we were on it every night when he got off work. The weekends were a blur of eagerness and excitement. God, how I loved his touch. It was always in the right place, and it always drove me wild. I’m surprised my parents didn’t send out a search party when I went days without returning their call because I was too busy being consumed by his carnal appetite for every orifice I would give him. When he was pulled from my arms for work every Monday morning, I spent the day hungry for the moment he walked through the door and we picked up where we left off. How could something so magical ever wear off? I was sure we were goin
g to grow old living that same moment over and over—I was more than okay with that. I envisioned a white picket fence, a yard full of kids, and us in bed while they took care of themselves. I just wanted to live in our blazing indulgence forever.

  “Stephen, don’t go…” I was on the edge of the bed with both hands wrapped around his wrist, my naked body barely covered by a sheet.

  “Julie, I have to go. This is a huge opportunity for us. The management seminar is how the company recognizes future executives. It is what I have spent the last ten years working for.” He lovingly tried to pry my hands away, still wearing the smile I loved so much.

  “Then take me with you. I’ll stay in the hotel all day and wait for you, just like this.” I pushed the sheet away to completely reveal my naked body.

  “You know I can’t. You would distract me so much that I would never get anything done—not that I wouldn’t love that—but they want us focused on nothing but work for the entire week.” He leaned over and smacked my bare bottom with his palm.

  “Hey!” I rolled it towards him. “You can’t just turn me on and leave me here…”

  “I’m going to miss my flight.” He laughed and picked up his suitcase. “But don’t worry; I’ll be thinking about you every minute I’m gone.”

  The taxi honked outside for the third time, and I knew I had to let him go, even if I was sure it was going to kill me. I reluctantly released my grasp and he rewarded me with a kiss that lasted so long I felt my whole body igniting with a fiery thirst for me, but that moment was shattered when the taxi honked for the fourth time. The seal our lips had created was broken, and he hastily left trying to adjust the bulge in his pants, but it resulted in a comical waddle out the front door. I had no idea how I was going to survive without him for a whole week, even though I had two months to prepare for the moment. The worst part was that he was going to be gone for our second anniversary. That alone made me selfishly ask him to give up the opportunity and stay home, but I knew it was something he had to do. There were two sides to Stephen Crane—the husband I loved and the business man who wanted the CEO chair of his investment firm so bad he was willing to do damn near anything to sit in it. I wanted him to achieve that goal, but I also wanted to keep him locked in the bedroom all day long. I guess there were two sides to Mrs. Crane as well.

  “Yes, mom… I know he will be back…” I had called her because her last message said she was going to fly to New York if I didn’t return her call.

  “He’s just trying to provide a future for the two of you, and my future grandchildren. Speaking of which…” My mother never let one conversation go without bringing up the subject of my uterus.

  “No, mom. I’m not pregnant. I promise you’ll be the first to know when the stick has a plus sign.” I rolled to the side and snapped my birth control pill out of the packet, washing it down with the last drop of my cola.

  “I love you, Julie. Please don’t forget to call me every now and then…” She wasn’t asking for much, and I had been a horrible daughter since we got married.

  “I love you too, mom. I won’t forget. Goodbye…” I held my finger over the button to end the call.

  “Goodbye darling. Your father says hello.” The line clicked on her end and I was once again left alone in the silence of our bedroom.

  As awesome as Stephen was, my father still had not accepted the man who stole his baby girl from him. My mother had only come around when he put the gigantic rock on my finger. Their main concern was the age difference. Stephen had sixteen years on me, which was a lifetime in their eyes. He plucked me from my parents’ garden when I was only eighteen years old, serving as an intern at his firm the summer before college. They were devastated when I decided to drop out during my first year and get married after only being with him for less than a year, but I knew he was my future. I would have been okay with a longer courtship, but he was being relocated to New York which meant I either had to marry him and go with him or endure a long distance relationship until we finally did tie the knot. The latter wasn’t an option in my eyes when he dropped down to one knee and proposed. I was willing to give up everything to be with him. I knew what I wanted and I wasn’t about to let him move across the country without me. I was sure my father would come around once he had a grandchild to spoil, but I wasn’t ready for stretch marks just yet.

  I thought I was going to die without him. Every night I tossed and turned in our empty bed after getting to talk with him for a little bit. Things were going great at his management seminar, but things weren’t going great for me at home. I longed for his touch or even the warm spot in the bed that was always there for a while after he left for work in the mornings. I didn’t just count the days; I counted time down to the seconds. Every one of them passed painfully, a representation of every moment of agony I spent without being in his arms. When the final night came, my excitement was nearly bursting through my sternum. My emotional roller coaster shot to the top and just never went down. I ate dinner in silence, drinking a glass of wine, and waiting for the phone to ring. He had mentioned when he called to wish me a Happy Anniversary that morning that he would be late because the group was going out to celebrate the end of the conference, and even suggested I not wait up for his call, but that was like asking me not to come up for air while submerged underwater. It wasn’t an option. I was going to drown if I didn’t hear his voice before I went to sleep. It was almost midnight when the phone rang, and although I had felt a few yawns creeping on, I instantly got a surge of energy when I answered it.

  “Stephen?” I asked in a hurried tone.

  “Hey baby! I just got back to the hotel. Happy Anniversary!” I could tell from his slurred speech that was drunk.

  “Happy Anniversary…again! Did you have fun?” It sounded like he had.

  “Yeah, we had a few drinks. I’ve got some great news, but I want to tell you in person. I miss you so much.” He was always very affectionate when he had a couple of drinks in him, which I normally didn’t mind at all.

  “I miss you too! I can’t wait to see you tomorrow!” I felt as giddy as a schoolgirl.

  “I can’t wait to see you either. I’m going to do things to you that have never been done before. I’m so fucking horny.” He laughed a little and I heard the squeaking of his bed as he fell into it.

  “Me too baby. You can do anything to me that you like…” I exhaled seductively.

  “Tell me what you want me to do.” He whispered and I heard shuffling of clothes.

  “Wait a second, are you masturbating?” I asked as my brow wrinkled.

  “Maybe… Just tell me what you want me to do. Tell me what is going to happen when I get home.” His practically moaned his words through the phone.

  “Oh no, mister… You’re not getting off that easy. You put that thing away and save every drop for me.” I shook my head even though he couldn’t see it through the phone.

  “Come on baby, I have blue balls over here. I need a sample of what I’m going to get when I get home.” He continued to moan.

  “You’ll get all of the sampling you need when you walk through the door.” I said with a grin. “Go to sleep, honey. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

  “Seriously?” His tone turned to agitation.

  “Seriously. I love you, Stephen.” I said happily, completely ignoring his agitation.

  “Ugh, fine. I love you too…” The phone went silent and I placed it on the night stand beside me.

  I pulled the covers around me and laughed gently to myself at the thought of him suffering alone in his hotel room. If I wasn’t getting anything, he sure wasn’t going to go solo without me. Masturbation never really did anything for me. I could certainly get off, but it never had the same emotional connection I felt when I was in his arms. A life of phone sex wasn’t really my idea of a sustained relationship. It was part of why I didn’t like the idea of a long distance relationship. I understood that he had needs, but I had them as well. We had waited a whole week to see ea
ch other, and he could certainly wait one more day. There was an element of sensuality in the idea of him being turned on and ready to go, but forced to wait a whole day to see me. I would take care of him and make sure it was all worth it, but I wanted to see the look in his eyes when he came. I knew it was a little selfish on my part, but I doubted he would remember it anyway. It sounded like he had consumed more than the few drinks he admitted to. I wondered what his big news was—hopefully it was a big anniversary present. I had begged him to give it to me before he went away, but he refused. That was another reason to make him wait. How could I be a proper wife without a proper anniversary present?

  “Honey, I’m home.” He introduced himself as corny as a sitcom, but I was already running to leap into his arms before the key finished turning in the lock.

  “Yay!” Thankfully he dropped his briefcase and caught me or I would have bowled him over and sent us both crashing into the hallways had he not.

  It was like our wedding night all over again. He twirled me in the air as our lips locked together. I wrapped my legs around his waist and he held me there, kissing me passionately, our tongues dancing in bliss. I could feel the bulge in his pants already becoming as hard as a rock against the fabric. It was begging for freedom, and my pussy was wet for it. Before his arrival, I had slipped on some new lingerie, although accenting my positives wasn’t really necessary considering how long we had been apart. He balanced me on his hips and used one hand to hold me while the other ran up my back and into my long black hair. He clenched it tight and pulled me off of his mouth, attacking my neck with his lips. They were a little rougher than I remembered, likely due to the fact he had to walk to work every day in the cold. I didn’t care about the texture of them, just that they were rapidly teasing every pleasure spot on the right side of my neck. My mouth fell open in gasps as chills ran through my body. I wanted him to devour me, just like he always did. My head fell onto his shoulder as he continued to kiss my neck. When he moved up to my ear, I shuddered and begged for more. A gentle kiss was followed by a nibble, and then he went back to work on my neck.