I reach across the table with my thumb, wiping it clean after she finishes chewing and then just leave the rough tip of my thumb there on her lower lip, knowing she wants the same thing I do, until…she leans forward and sucks the goo off my finger.
My balls pull up tight and my dick jerks in my pants, but thankfully I don’t spill. I can only imagine how much precome has leaked from the tip of my rod at this point and the only thing on my mind is not making a mess here, in public, embarrassing me and my little one.
As I pull my hand back across the table she reaches for the fork, dropping it into her lap which elicits a shrug.
“Miss,” I call, motioning for our waitress to come with four finger of one hand. “We need a dessert fork.”
“Sure,” she replies and rushes off to grab one as Diana squeezes her orange juice mug with the heels of her hands and brings the cup to her mouth. Obviously the waitress, or barista, thought the drink was for me.
The fork arrives and I take it from the waitress, cutting off a bite and carefully bringing it to Diana’s mouth, keeping my other hand cupped underneath the fork.
My little princess takes it into her mouth, slowly pulling her head back and my chest swells with pride as she closes her eyes as she chews, obviously overjoyed by my selection.
“Aren’t you afraid of spoiling me?” she inquires, her head cocked to the side.
“Not when you’re a good little girl, and not to mention I’m sure I’m quite capable of handling a spoiled little girl.”
She takes my comment in stride, as if it’s the most natural answer ever, and for us, it is.
If you would have given me one hundred to one odds that I’d be in this position with her now, saying these things, I wouldn’t have made the bet. Bet a dollar to win a hundred? I’m not a gambling man, but I would have called you crazy.
And now the crazy one is me, because I’m head over heels for this little spunky angel.
Once I’m about three quarters of the way through feeding her she stops, pulling her head back from a bite I’m holding.
“You need to eat all your dessert,” my voice is firm but fair.
“I’ve got a tummy ache. The chocolate is too rich.”
“We don’t throw food away, Little Peaches. We eat every bite. Many are not as fortunate as we are today.”
Her face squishes up and she pouts like a kid, but I stand my ground, holding the fork out in my extended arms.
“You have three seconds to take this in your mouth and start chewing or daddy’s going to punish you. One…,” I begin, not wasting any time, not letting her get the upper hand. “Two.”
She lurches forward and takes the bite and chews immediately.
“You’re a very good girl and I’m proud of you.” I pause, clear my throat and lean in a bit closer. “You will always do what Daddy asks of you. Do you understand?”
Her eyes glaze for just a nanosecond as I register a flicker of confusion in her eyes, and she nods.
“Remember, we answer with words not with our body.”
“Yes…Daddy.”
“Very good. You should know there will be other things Daddy will require from you, but we will discover those things when the time calls for it. Just know that anything I demand of you is always in your best interests. Understand that I will always take care of you, and make sure your pleasure comes first. You are my angel and your happiness means everything to me. Understand?”
“Yes, Daddy,” she replies without hesitation.
Knowing we’re on the same wavelength only reaffirms what I already knew. She was meant for me. Me and only me.
I’m consumed by thoughts of her, the need to care for her every need on this planet. To give her anything and everything she could ever want. No one has ever made me feel this way and the craziest part is she did it so quickly.
I finish feeding her her muffin, expecting she’s going to have a pretty severe stomach ache later and will need a nap. She might even get ornery.
I motion for her to finish her juice and she does, although it takes her three times tipping it back to polish it off.
“Thank you for this, Daniel. I feel like I can finally be myself,” she confesses.