by S. E. Law
Katie
My life is amazing now, and I hum to myself while getting ready. I’m in my apartment on my way to see Xavier, and I can’t wait.
After all, it’s been a month of sheer pleasure. Sure, during the day, I go to my job as a home health aide and perform my duties perfectly. But at night, all holds come off and Xavier and I explore the sensuality of a daddy with his little girl.
“You dreamin’?” Tennille asked me one morning. “Are you in love?”
I jerk back with shock. My elderly charge knows me too well sometimes, and I must not have been hiding it very well.
“No, I’m not in love,” I say hastily. “I’m not even dating anyone!”
Tennille merely takes my hand in her wrinkled one and pats it.
“It’s okay, Katie. Sometimes you young ones need a while before something’s crystal clear. But I’ve been on this world eight decades now, and I know love when I see it. You’re in love, girl.”
I merely stare at her and then my mouth snaps shut. Could Tennille be right? I’ve only known Xavier Carlton for a month, but he has me over the moon with his loving gestures combined with a calm, masterful dominance. Plus, the fun we have in the sack is so spicy that many mornings I wake up sore and yet wanting more.
“I’m fine,” I say quickly while blushing. “Maybe I’m seeing someone, but it’s not anything serious.”
Tennille merely pats my hand again while looking at me with a knowing smile.
“Even a small seed can blossom into great love,” she says with a chuckle. “Mark my words. Me and my Herbie were together for fifty years, and I miss him still to this day.”
My charge is referring to her late husband and I squeeze her hand.
“Herbie sounds like a wonderful man,” I say.
“He was,” Tennille nods, her eyes going nostalgic. “Never met a better man in my life. So if you’ve got a good one, then I say, hold on to him! Don’t let him get away because good ones are scarce these days.”
With those words in my head, I turn back to getting ready for my meeting with Xavier tonight. Tennille’s right. Good men are hard to come by, and I’ve somehow stumbled onto an incredible catch through sheer luck more than anything else. After all, I was at Carlton Realty that day to beg for mercy for my mom, but instead, I met the man of my dreams. Who would have guessed?
And now that we’ve been together for a month, my life has been absolutely amazing. I’ve explored sides of myself that I didn’t even know existed. Xavier has shown me so many activities that are both naughty and fanciful, and I’ve enjoyed every second of it. Okay, more than enjoyed. I revel in it, and look forward to pleasing my Daddy every day.
Which explains my outfit right now. I’m wearing another baby doll dress, but this one’s in bright red with a big floppy white bow that ties at my chin. Plus, I have my hair in a high ponytail with a crisp white bow at the crown, and I’m wearing black patent Mary Janes.
But it’s the socks that are going to blow Xavier out of the water because they’re Rainbow Brite socks, and the different colors encircle my legs, going all the way up to my thighs. It’s at once dirty, naughty, and yet so innocent, and I know my daddy’s going to adore it when he sees them.
Carefully, I lean towards the mirror and powder my nose lightly before swiping my lips with a tiny smidge of cherry Chapstick. Perfect. Daddy likes his girls very natural-looking, and I’m happy to retain that fresh, innocent look.
But I’m not going to his apartment like this. Usually, I wear a trench coat so that no one can see what I’m hiding underneath. The particular trench I have in mind goes almost to my toes, so most of my socks will be covered up too. But where is it? I get up and rummage around in my closet. Nope, not here. There are masses of clothing piled on the floor, but searching through the heaps reveals nothing.
I purse my lips and try to think. Where could the trench coat be? I walk out into the living area and yank open the door to the front hall closet. It’s nothing more than a small bar hung in a tiny dark space, and within two seconds, I see that my trench coat isn’t here either.
Damn. Where could it be? I have to wear something over this outfit because otherwise, I’d look like I was parading about in a ridiculous costume, and it’s not Halloween. Hmm, this is really strange. I don’t want to change at Xavier’s place because I like to surprise him as soon as the door opens. So where could that darned coat be?
I’m just about to head back to my room to rummage through some more stuff when suddenly, the snick of the lock sounds, and the door flies open. To my horror, Dinah steps inside with a breezy smile on her face.
But then my mom sees me as well, and her expression changes to one of shock, surprise, and then horror as well.
“What are you wearing?” she gasps. “What is this? Have you lost your mind?”
I gasp. My outfit is crazy, and I have no idea how to explain it.
“I’m going to a Halloween party,” I blurt because it’s the first thing that pops into my mind.
“What?” my mom asks as she squints at me. “It’s November, Katie! Who would have a Halloween party when Halloween’s over and done with? And why is your costume so revealing anyways? Your skirt barely covers your panties, and those socks! What are you thinking?”
“I was going to change when I got to the party,” I fib madly. “This isn’t my real costume. It’s just a fake costume that I put on before I get there, and then the real costume comes out after I’m already at the party.”
Dinah stares at me.
“Katie, I know you think I’m loopy sometimes, but I’m not that out of it. You are my daughter, and I know a lie when I hear one. So out with it. What in tarnation are you doing in an outfit like this? Are you trying to show your panties to the world?”
I hang my head and all the fight goes out of me. For all my complaining about Dinah, the truth is that my mom is pretty damn smart. After all, she’s the owner of a thriving business and I think sometimes she just enjoys acting loopy because it’s fun. When push comes to shove, my mom is just as sharp as a tack, and I realize I’m probably not going to be able to pull the wool over her eyes.
“Okay, I’m not going to a Halloween party,” I admit in a small voice.
Dinah rolls her eyes.
“Of course not! It’s too late in the year for that. But where are you going in this ridiculous outfit? It looks like you’re five years old with that ribbon in your hair and the shiny Mary Janes.”
I swallow. This is the hard part because how do I tell my mom that I’m supposed to look like I’m five years old? How do I tell her that this is what my man and I enjoy doing together? There’s only one path forward, and that’s to tell her the truth.
“Well Mom, do you remember when you had that trouble with your rent about a month ago?”
She nods her nose scrunching with confusion.
“Yes, but what does that have to do with anything?”
I take a deep breath.
“Well, I went to Carlton Realty the next day to ask for a reprieve, and I met Mr. Carlton.”
Dinah nods.
“Yes, Kenneth Carlton, right? Your old high school friend.”
I shake my head.
“No, not Kenneth. His dad, Xavier Carlton.”
My mom looks puzzled.
“The Xavier Carlton who’s a billionaire real estate developer? You talked to him?”
I nod.
“Yes, I did. Well, one thing led to another, and it turns out that he has certain predilections. Specifically, he enjoys dating women who dress up like little girls, so now I’m dating him so that you won’t be evicted. And to keep him happy, I dress up like a little girl.”
The blood rushes from my mom’s face, leaving her pale and ghostly-looking. She drops bonelessly onto the couch, and it looks like she’s having trouble breathing.
“It’s fine, Mom,” I say, running over to pat her shoulder. “It’s not anything dangerous or criminal. I mean, it is a little bit freak
y, but it’s not crazy or anything like that. I just dress up, and then Xavier and I play together as a daddy and a little girl. It’s harmless, don’t you see? He doesn’t beat me with belts and whips or anything of that sort.”
My mom doesn’t reply because it looks like she’s still having trouble breathing. Her face is now totally white and she raises one hand to her chest, while wheezing sounds come out of her throat.
“Are you okay, Mom?” I ask with sudden fear. “Oh my gosh, Mom, Mom! Are you okay?”
With that, my mother keels over while clutching her chest, collapsing into a heap on the floor. I’m on my knees beside her in an instant with panic rising in my chest. Oh my god, did my mom just have a heart attack because of my dirty relationship with Xavier Carlton? Is she going to die? Suddenly, I know I’ll never forgive myself if my mom passes away because of me.
46
Katie
Dinah stirs in the hospital bed, and I’m at her side in an instant. I’ve changed out of the ridiculous Rainbow Brite outfit, and am wearing jeans and a gray t-shirt now. But it hardly matters. My mom looks waxen and pale, and the beeps from the machine measuring her pulse seem weak and oddly erratic.
“Mom,” I cry while seizing her hands. “I’m so sorry. I swear, I’ll break off this relationship with Xavier Carlton. I didn’t mean to shock you like that, and I’ll cut it off, I swear. You can come live with me, Mom. I didn’t want you to because my apartment is so small, and I was afraid we’d drive each other crazy if we were squashed together like that. But it doesn’t matter anymore. You can give up your apartment, and we’ll figure it out, okay? I’m sorry, Mom. I’m really sorry,” I cry out as tears spill from my eyes.
My mom hacks and coughs a little bit. She looks pale and waxen and I sob a little more before jumping to action.
“Here, have some water,” I say while pouring from a pitcher by her bed. I hand her the cup, and she takes it with a trembling hand.
“Here, use a straw,” I say, reaching for a white and red striped straw lying on her tray. “It’ll make things easier, seeing that you’re so weak.”
My mom sips gratefully, without saying anything. After what feels like a few minutes, she puts the cup back down and takes my hand.
I sob again, wailing my distress.
“I’m so sorry, Dinah,” I cry in a low tone. “I was being selfish, and I know that catching me in that outfit took you by surprise. But I swear, what Xavier and I were doing wasn’t dangerous or even bad. It’s just a little roleplay that we like to indulge in, but I know it’s disgusting to you, and I’ll stop it, I promise. Consider it done. I’ll never see him again, if that’s what you want,” I cry out. “But please, don’t have another heart attack, okay? It was really scary, and you’re all I have.”
Dinah swallows like her throat is dry, and then the corners of her mouth turn up in a smile.
“Did I ask you to stop dating Mr. Carlton?” she manages in a creaky, raspy tone.
I look up.
“No, but I just thought that’s what you wanted me to do. You had a heart attack Mom! The news was so shocking that you literally keeled over on my living room floor. I had to call 9-1-1.”
She nods and coughs again, her voice still raspy.
“But sweetheart, do you love him? Do you love this Xavier Carlton?”
I sniffle a little, trying to think.
“I think I do. I mean, I know that I feel like I’m soaring through the air sometimes when I’m with him. I know that he makes me happy, and that –”
My mom waves one frail hand in the air then.
“That’s all I need to hear, Katie. If he makes you happy and you think you love him, then I don’t want to get in your way. You should be with your man, sweetheart, and if you like a little roleplay now and then, then so what? Who am I to say what makes someone tick? As long as it doesn’t hurt anyone, and only builds your love, then why not?”
I stare at Dinah’s waxen complexion.
“What? Are you serious? Are you feeling alright, Mom?”
My mother merely manages a raspy chuckle. That turns into a cough, which brings tears to her eyes and with alarm, I hand her the water again. She takes a grateful sip before speaking.
“I’m feeling okay, sweetheart. Well, my poor heart is obviously not doing well, but otherwise, I’m okay. I’m perfectly sound of mind, and I know what I’m saying. I want you to be happy, Katie. I want you to meet the man of your dreams, and if Xavier Carlton could be the one, then why not? And if you both like a little roleplay, then why not? It’s not for your old mother to decide.”
I stare and then break down and begin to half-laugh and half-cry at the same time.
“I had no idea you’d be okay with this,” I say in tears. “This is so amazing.”
Dinah merely manages a small smile of her own.
“You’ve always hated the fact that I’m loopy and absent-minded, Katie, but maybe it’s my loopiness that also makes me open to new experiences and new ideas. Maybe it’s my loopiness that helps me be accepting of others, and different lifestyles. So why not roleplay a bit? Life is hard enough as it is, so why not indulge in something fun and lighthearted? It’s as if you’re living in another universe with a handsome man.”
I laugh a bit through my tears.
“It does feel like that sometimes. Xavier and I have our own little world, and it’s like we live in it together, just him and me. It’s a closed circuit, but we both enjoy it so much, and Mom, I can’t wait for you to meet him. You’ll love him just as much as I do,” I promise.
Suddenly, heavy footsteps sound in the hallway, and the door bursts open. It’s the man of the hour himself, Xavier Carlton, looking insanely handsome with his glowering dark looks and a black suit that emphasizes his tall, athletic physique.
My mom looks at me with surprise.
“Is this –?”
“It is,” I say in a soft voice. “I was on my way to his place when you came to my apartment. I’d forgotten that I gave you an extra key,” I say in a wry voice. “But after we came to the hospital, Xavier called out of concern and when I told him what happened, he said that he was going to come himself. So Mom, meet Xavier. Xavier, this is my mother, Dinah McCall.”
My handsome lover steps forward a bit tentatively.
“Ms. McCall, it’s a pleasure,” he says in a low voice. “Katie told me that you suffered a heart attack, and …?”
I take a deep breath and look between my mom and this man who means the world to me.
“She says it’s okay, Xavier. Dinah knows everything, and she doesn’t mind that we engage in age play.”
Xavier looks absolutely shocked even as a dark flush spreads over his cheekbones.
“Really?” he asks in deep growl. “This is okay with you, Ms. McCall? This relationship between me and your daughter? You see, I love Katie, and I would never hurt her. I know the lifestyle appears odd to people who aren’t a part of our community, but I swear, I will take care of her no matter what. Katie means that much to me, and I’m so grateful to you for your understanding.”
My mom smiles and waves her hand a bit tremulously in the air.
“It’s fine, Mr. Carlton. You see, I’ve decided that my daughter’s happiness matters to me more than anything in the world, and if you make her happy, then so be it. You have my full support. But hurt her one whit, and know that I’ll be at your door with a shotgun.”
My man throws his head back and laughs.
“You know what, Ms. McCall? I think we’re going to be great friends.”
My mom smiles and a feisty spark returns to her eyes.
“We will be, Mr. Carlton, so long as you treat my daughter right.”
I can’t believe this is happening. My mother and my man are getting along together like two fish in the sea, and it’s astonishing. I thought they would be suspicious of one another, but instead, they’re laughing and cackling like they’ve been best friends for years. After a few more minutes of light banter, I
pull Xavier into the hallway to give my mom some rest.
“Xavier, do you mean it?” I ask a little breathlessly, my cheeks flushed. “Do you love me?”
His eyes deepen to a shade of midnight blue and he pulls me close even as nurses walk by us in the bustling hospital.
“I do, Katie,” he says. “I love you more than I thought I could ever love anyone, and I want to be with you, honey. I want you to be with me too, and I want to extend our togetherness beyond the original tw0-month term. Would you consider that?”
I smile at him with tears in my eyes.
“Are you asking me to be your girlfriend?”
He pretends to think for a moment, but then he nods, eyes serious.
“Yes, Katie. That’s what I’m asking. I’d love to take care of you, and to parade you about in the open for all to see. I want the world to know that you’re mine, and to deepen and strengthen the relationship between us. So will you, Katie? Can I keep seeing you, even after all this is done with?”
I smile a bit myself, fighting back tears.
“Can my mom stay in her apartment? Otherwise, if I move into your penthouse, she might have to move in too.”
At that, Xavier scoops me up into his arms and twirls me about. I laugh, my blonde hair spinning in a sheet behind me.
“Of course she can stay,” Xavier growls into my ear. “For you, anything, Katie.”
And with that, our love is sealed. We two are now one, and the Daddy is going to take care of his little girl, just the way he always does.
Epilogue
Xavier
A year later.
Katie and I are lying in bed, but now, the little girl is sleepy. We just had a hot session together, and she’s feeling more than a little satisfied as she yawns tiredly.
“You ready to turn out the lights, sweetheart?” I ask.
She nods while cuddling into my bronzed chest.
“Yes Daddy,” she says. “But can I have a bit of milk first?”