Dear Daddy

by Lena Little

  She cuddles her tiny head into the crook of my neck as every square inch of her exposed flesh is covered by mine.

  “Can you breathe in down there?” I half-joke.

  “You took my breath away a long time ago,” she confesses, causing my cock to jerk just a little more, reminding me we’re still connected as one. I’m not about to pull out though. I’m leaving myself inside her, making sure my seed takes and that a baby is growing inside her by the time we go to bed tonight. And tonight will be the first night she sleeps by my side, and I swear that’s where she’ll spend every night for the rest of our lives.

  I say the rest of our lives, but in reality, our lives have just started, now, that we’ve finally come together as one. And that’s exactly what we are, united in life in all ways. Together. Forever. Always.

  16

  Josi

  It’s been three days since I met James, and after spending that first night sleeping under the stars we moved inside to an Airbnb James was able to rent after applying for, and getting, a credit card with instant approval. The irony was his credit report never had missing payment, then again he never had a credit card before so it was a case of no news being good news. But I knew the truth. There’s only so long you can live off a credit card until things go downhill, and fast.

  James didn’t seem to care and even loved that first night sleeping outside, saying it made him feel so free falling asleep looking at the stars after years of staring at peeling paint falling from the ceiling at best, or the underside of a wire bunk above him at worst.

  The doorbell rings, and I rush to answer it, not wanting to disturb James, who’s in the backyard of our rental property ‘taking care of our future’ as he worded it.

  “Hi. Is James here?” a well-dressed man in a suit carrying a small bag asks.

  “D-…he’s out back,” I reply. “Let me get him for you.”

  I rush to the back and let James know someone is here to see him. Putting down his coffee his eyes narrow on me.

  “What’s wrong?” I ask.

  His brow creases. “You opened the door for someone or you see them through the peephole?”

  “I opened the door.”

  He pats his lap twice and slowly I move toward him, knowing I’ve done a bad thing when I was only trying to help.

  Sitting on his lap he strokes my hair once before he begins. “You know you’re not to talk to strangers right, and especially not open the door for them.”

  “I know, Daddy, but I knew you were busy and—“

  “Little one, it’s for your safety. If someone grabbed you and ran off there’d be no way of tracking you. And you know how tore up inside that would make Daddy.”

  “I know, but I’m worried about the credit card situation and—“

  His fingers come to my lips, silencing me. “You don’t ever need to worry about anything. That’s Daddy’s job, not yours.”

  “Ok. I’m sorry. I’m just not making good decisions today.”

  “Hey,” he says, pulling me in for a hug. “I get it. The Disney movie marathon last night tired you out. You probably need a nap, don’t you?”

  I nod.

  “Ok, but first you have to learn your lesson. Go into the bedroom and face the wall for five minutes.”

  “Are you putting me on time out, Daddy?”

  “It’s for your own good, sweetheart. You have to follow the rules. Big rules like not opening the door for strangers are just as important as small rules like brushing your teeth every morning and night.”

  “Okay, Daddy. I’m sorry.”

  He picks me up and pats me on the backside as he sends me on my way. I pause, turning back to him as he prepared to leave the backyard and go to the door.

  “Daddy, I almost referred to you as Daddy to the man at the door. I’m not sure what I’m supposed to call you around other people though.”

  “You call me whatever you want. You’re not other people. Other people can never be as important as you. You’re important. You’re everything.”

  “I…I just don’t want to embarrass you, especially around adults who are well-dressed and look serious.”

  He motions with his four fingers to come back toward him, and I do exactly that. “Little Josi,” he begins, cupping my face with his hands. “You could never embarrass me. You’re my everything and I love you and I love being your Daddy. You can call me James, Daddy, Papi Chulo, heck Papa Smurf for all I care. If it makes you happy I’ll answer to it.”

  I nearly break out in tears, counting my lucky stars for having found such an incredible man. He understands me and he gets me. And although he might be putting me in time out right now, we both know it’s for my own good. And we both know we’ll both enjoy the way it makes us feel, and how it serves the dynamic of our relationship.

  “I love you too, Daddy,” I say softly, rising up on my tiptoes as he leans in to meet me, and our lips melt into one.

  A few seconds later I’ve got my nose in the corner of the bedroom where two walls come together and I can hear Daddy’s deep voice as he speaks with the man in the suit.

  “It’s perfect,” he says. “I’ll take care of the arrangements tomorrow once the ink dries.”

  “Glad you like it,” he says. “I’m sure you’re going to make someone very happy with it.”

  James says nothing more, but I hear the door close and the lock fasten just before his heavy footfalls tread back my way. My ears have definitely perked up. Who, exactly, is going to be happy? And due to what?

  Daddy’s been spoiling me like crazy lately, and I can’t help but get my hopes up. The best part about it all is that I know when I get my hopes up around Daddy he never lets me down.

  I turn my head slightly but try my best to keep my nose glued to the wall.

  “Has it been five minutes, young lady?” he questions.

  “Four minutes and thirty-seven seconds, Daddy.”

  “Serve your punishment until the end. Don’t cheat.”

  “Because cheaters never win and winners never cheat, right Daddy?”

  “I can see you were paying attention last night when I read you your bedtime story.”

  “Always. Your voice is so hypnotic.”

  “That’s a big word for a little girl. Speaking of big, my voice is quite large. Were you eavesdropping, little one?”

  “I…” I strain my neck to see Daddy’s raised eyebrows, warning me not to lie, and I can’t. “I…might have heard some things,” I confess, my nose still pinned to the wall, but barely.

  “What did you hear?”

  “I heard the man say ‘I’m sure you’re going to make someone very happy with it.’”

  “Do you know what ‘it’ is?”

  “No.”

  James extends his arm so his wrist slides beyond his sleeve, looking at the simple, yet elegant, watch he already bought himself. It seemed like a frivolous purchase considering our limited financial situation at the moment, but he insisted discipline starts with being on time. And after so many years of being locked up, he was a bit OCD about time himself, his life always being so structured he admitted it might take a while to break from the habit.

  “Time,” he says, and I pull my nose from the wall, exhaling in relief. “Hands against the wall and take a wide stance.”

  “Daddy!” I protest.

  “Do as you’re told, munchkin, or else your punishment is going to double.”

  I suck in a gasp of air in excitement of what I hope is coming next. I’ve been such a good girl up until this point, but I know my forgetting an important rule has changed all of that. And now I can’t wait to find out exactly if his punishment is going to match my expectations.

  “Drop your shorts, little girl. And those polka dot panties too,” he adds, clearly having remembered the undergarments he picked out for me this morning.

  I do as I’m told, feeling my bare bottom exposed for him as my hands press firmly against the wall.

  “Do you know what
happens to naughty girls who lie to their Daddy?”

  I shake my head no, although I have a pretty darn good idea.

  “It starts with timeout, but it can get much more…interesting,” he says, just before I feel his big hand come down on both my globes at once, sending my hips buckling forward. His smack stings, but does it ever sting oh so good. “Baby girl, you broke rules and you’re not getting away with it by just standing in the corner for five minutes.”

  “I’ll be good, Daddy.”

  “Damn right you will,” he agrees, just before I feel his meaty palm come off my cheeks and then find them again, this time in a different spot as he leaves his hand there, kneading my flesh with his calloused digits.

  My pussy aches for more and I can’t help but spread my legs wider in anticipation, as an invitation. I push my bottom into his hand and before I know what’s happening I hear his zipper come down and the head of his cock is lined up with my opening.

  “You going to be a good girl and do what Daddy says?”

  “Yes, Daddy. I promise.”

  “You sure, little one?”

  “Yes, I swear, Daddy.”

  “And I swear I’m going to come so hard my load is going to be dripping from your pussy for a damn week,” he threatens, sliding his massive inches inside me in one thrust.

  “Daddy!” I scream as he grabs both my hips and takes me with reckless abandon.

  “That’s it, little one. You’ll take Daddy’s big cock and you’ll like it.”

  “Yes, Daddy. More. Give me more and fuck me harder.”

  “Lock your elbows,” he warns in advance, and just as I do he finds another gear, slamming into me, and thank God my arms are braced for the impact as I press against the wall with everything I’ve got as he slams into me from behind.

  “Oh, Daddy. Oh, fuck. I’m so close.”

  I feel the crook of his elbow wrap around my neck as he whispers into my ear from no more than a few inches away. “Come for Daddy. Cover him in your juices until it’s dripping down my balls and making a puddle on the floor. And then you’ll get on your knees and clean up for making a mess on Daddy’s dick.”

  “Yes, Daddy!” I wail, and then do exactly what he says, my body jolting as I climax, which sends him right into his own climax, his warm jets filling me as I unleash in the opposite direction.

  He continues thrusting into me until there’s nothing left. My hands slide down the wall as I collapse backward into his lap as together we form a ball on the floor.

  “Oh fuck, princess. You went from naughty to nice real fast.”

  I can’t help but smirk. “Does that mean I’m back on Daddy’s good side?”

  “You’re always on Daddy’s side, standing shoulder to shoulder with him even if we’re not nearly the same height.”

  He carefully lifts me off his rod. “Stand up.”

  “I’m not sure if I can,” I admit, trying to follow his orders but feeling like Bambi trying to stand for the first time, my knees trying to buckles as I rise to my full height.

  “You can do whatever you put your mind to, precious. Daddy’s always here to support you.”

  And just like that one of his hands cups my backside and the other steadies my hands and I stand up straight.

  James maneuvers himself so he can pull his pants back up and then reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small, black, velvet box.

  “Like I said…we’ll always be shoulder to shoulder,” he reminds me as he pops the lid revealing the most beautiful princess cut diamond I’ve ever seen. Not that I’ve ever seen one in person, but I won’t lie…I have looked online before just wondering what that day would be like for other women, never thinking it could be me.

  “My little Josi, you’re everything. You have been since the mix-up landed your letter in my hands. And now that I’ve got a firm grasp on you, my dream girl, I’m making you mine forever before I wake up from this dream and someone tells me the mix-up has been fixed and tries to take you away from me. Not. Gonna. Happen. Ever. And forever is how long you’re going to be mine, my equal, my little girl, and at the same time my woman, in all ways. Always. Beautiful, you’ve already made me the happiest man in the history of the world. Now let’s make this official forever. Make me even happier. Marry me and be mine until eternity.”

  I can’t stop the waterworks from starting, and just as the tears slide from my eyes, down my cheeks and hit the floor next to him, I yell out the words that let him know I’m all in on us, just as he is. “Yes, Daddy! Yes, yes, yes!”

  He slides the ring on my finger, a perfect fit, and his lips claim mine.

  “Baby girl, I love you so damn much.”

  “I love you, Daddy.”

  He scoops me up in his arms and carries me to bed.

  “Another round, to celebrate?” I ask. “I might need a second first.”

  “Lil’ mama, we’ve got all the time in the world. Together. Forever.”

  “Forever,” I repeat. “I like the sound of that.”

  “Mine,” he says, looking at me with narrowed, possessive eyes. “I like the sound of that more than words could ever say. All I can say is I love you, princess.”

  “I love you, Daddy.”

  “My girl.”

  Epilogue

  Josi

  One month later

  I wave at my laptop screen before ending my Zoom, online video conferencing call with my calligraphy students. Last week, when we got back from our honeymoon, I started an online class centering around calligraphy and letters and I already have seven students. It’s not a lot of money, but I couldn’t be happier. I’ve managed to avoid college, avoid getting a ‘real job’, and am doing something I love. Plus, my online reviews have been fantastic so far and if I continue to grow this could very well become a real job in just a few months, not that we need the money.

  I thought James was crazy when he turned down twenty thousand dollars to do an exclusive interview, Barbara Walters style. But, as always, Daddy knew best.

  He held out and eventually accepted a quarter million dollar advance for a tell all book about his life, our life, and a generous cut of the royalties. His publisher called yesterday and said sales have been incredible and if we keep this up we’ll clear a million dollars in the first year alone…easily.

  He keeps trying to tell me the money all belongs to me, but I keep reminding him it’s his story and not mine. We agreed that we’d use the money to buy a house and save the rest for our children. James swears he got me pregnant our first time, and I’ve always thought he was a bit crazy for being so sure of it.

  Well, five minutes ago in the bathroom a simple test confirmed that Daddy was right yet again.

  “How was the class,” I hear, as a pair of big arms wrap me up from behind.

  “Amazing. Thank you. How was the talk with the real estate agent?”

  “Ready?” he asks, and I pivot and stand so I can face him. “It might have been better if you stayed sitting down,” he jokes.

  “We got it?” My mouth hangs open.

  “Offer accepted,” he confirms, and I jump into his arms. His lips find mine and he quickly shares the details. “Even though our offer was a tad below some of the other ones, the owner really liked us and what we stood for. They said the big thing for them was they’d lived in that community their whole lives and that there’s rarely a sale there, the last one coming eight years ago. They didn’t see it as just selling us a house, but instead allowing us to be a steward of their home, keeping the spirit of the community intact.”

  “All the while we sip lemonades and watch the sunset over the Rockies in Colorado.”

  “You got it, love.”

  “And I’ve got something to tell you, love."

  His eyes and ears perk up and a smile covers my face. It’s the same one that’s been there since he surprised me by taking me to the South of France for our wedding right on the beach in the Côte d'Azur, and then followed it up by marrying me all over again
in Florida when we got back, telling me he wanted us to get married in as many countries as possible because he really does want the entire world to know I’m his.

  “I’m ready.”

  “You might want to sit down for this…Daddy,” I tease.

  He playfully carries me back to the seat I was sitting in where I conduct my classes in our garden. “You said Daddy slightly different than normal.”

  “Whoever said men don’t pick up on the small details.”

  “I do because I love you.”

  “I love you too, Daddy,” I emphasize his title once again, and then take his hand and place it over my stomach.

  “You mean…?”

  I nod. “The take home test confirmed it, so we still need to see a doctor, but I can definitely feel that something’s…different.”

  “Exactly what I’ve been saying since the moment I got your letter. Everything changed. Everything became different, in the best way imaginable. Then again I couldn’t have imagined all of this,” he says, but instead of looking around our rental house, he looks at my stomach, and then at me, knowing what the most important thing in life truly is.

  Family.

  “Neither could I,” I confess.

  “Is it a boy or a girl? Maybe twins?” he says, his eyes lighting up even more at the thought of having two kids.

  “It doesn’t work like that silly? At least not a home test.”

  “Let’s go to the doctor.”

  “Now?”

  “There’s never a better time than now.”

  “Why?”

  “I can’t wait to pick out names, decorate the room, and do everything that comes with it.”

  “Even the doctor won’t know the sex and we don’t have a room to decorate until we move into our new place.”

  James laughs. “With you, I just want everything so fast. I just want this family of ours to grow…now! I get so ahead of myself.”

  “It is growing fast and there’s nothing to get ahead of. There’s no pace when it comes to life. We just live it day by day, enjoying our love each and every moment.”