CHAPTER THREE
Chrissy
“Daddy, why won’t you sleep with me?” I ask.
It is our fourth date, and I don’t mean to ask that. I ask the question just after the salad is delivered and then I blush like some kind of idiot because I had no intention of asking that question. On the other hand, the question has been bouncing around in my mind pretty constantly from our very first date.
He looks at me and says, “Why do you think I won’t, little girl?”
I stare at him, not comprehending. Finally, I say, “I guess I mean to ask why you haven’t slept with me, then, Daddy.”
He smiles and says, “Little girl, there’s a lot more to a relationship than the sex. There are a lot of different people in this particular community and they all have different ideas of what DDlg really is. That’s good. People are different and each relationship is different. For some people, they’re only Daddy and little girl during sex. For some people, there is age play but no domination, except in play.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean some little girls, when they are in little space, will intentionally act up so Daddy can punish them playfully.”
“Okay.”
“And for some people, there is real Domination and submission. What I mean is, it doesn’t just happen during playtimes. It’s ongoing and part of the relationship.”
“Okay. What are we?”
I smile and say, “Little girl. That’s why I haven’t slept with you yet. Because I think it would be unfair before we decide what we are.”
“What do you want?”
“I’m not going to tell you,” he replies. “I don’t want you to agree to something because you think I want it.”
I sigh and my mind does cartwheels. “Daddy,” I say. “I guess you probably want the relationship to just be sex. I’d do that, I guess. A few times maybe. You turn me on and it would be fun and exciting.” It’s hard to lift my head to look at him in the eye but I do.
I say as firmly as I can. I don’t feel like my voice is authoritative. “But it would be short term. It would be a fun relationship but it would be temporary. I want a Daddy who’s my Daddy for all the time and not just during sex. I want a Daddy twenty-four hours a day. If you just want sex, we can do that a few times and we can enjoy ourselves but…”
He looks at me and says, “But then, we just part ways as friends. We never go any further.” I want to sleep with him. I’m not full of shit about that, and I’m not lying when I say I’m willing to do that a couple of times with him as long as it’s clear that it isn’t something long term without more. Nonetheless, I feel disappointed. I guess it was wrong to hope for something more. He asks, “Is that what you mean.”
I try to keep a brave face and say, “Yes. If it’s just sex, it will be very temporary. I want more than that and I don’t want to waste much time being distracted. I’m also not willing to do that on an ongoing basis just waiting for us to have more. But I’ll sleep with you tonight if you want it to just be casual.”
He smiles and says, “Now, that’s just what I wanted to hear from you little girl.” He seems relieved that I’m willing to sleep with him without the relationship.
I wish there would be more but I smile, trying my best not to let my disappointment show. Oh, I want to sleep with him, even under these circumstances. I’d like more than that, though. “Because I would have to end things if you just wanted us to be about sex,” he says.
It takes me a moment to register what he’s saying and when I do I leap up off the chair and then blush terribly as I sit back down. He looks at me and raises an eyebrow and I giggle and say, “I was… I was getting up so we could go to your car and go…” I think my face has to be bright red.
“You’re not hungry little girl?”
“Not as hungry for food as I am for something else,” Daddy,” I reply.
“Well, we don’t waste food, princess,” he says, “and the kitchen has certainly already started on our entrees. We’re going to finish our meal before we leave.” I stare at him in wonder. He just… he just…
I can’t keep from smiling with excitement. “Yes, Daddy,” I say as I pick up my salad fork. He just took over. Like a Daddy.
That doesn’t make it easier for me to wait but I somehow survive. I think he’s teasing me when he orders me dessert but I have to eat that, too! I think I will be nothing more than a pile of goo by the time we get to his place or my place or wherever we go?
Well, I’m not a pile of goo but it sure is lucky that Roger undresses me because I’m not sure I can do it or, for that matter, do anything coordinated at all. I’m just too filled with nervous excitement. That passes, though.
The excitement doesn’t.
The nervousness does.
The moment I see him undressed in front of me, I just need him and I don’t suffer from any lack of coordination at all. He still remains firmly in control and that’s just fine by me. The power of his thrusts and his weight atop my body overwhelm me with excitement and pleasure. Later, the power of his thrusts without the weight as I straddle him overwhelm me with excitement and pleasure, too. Even later, in the shower, his thrusts into me as he presses me against the tile wall overwhelm me with excitement and pleasure as well. Finally, in the bad, his thrusts… Well, you get the point.
As the fourth round ends and I end up collapses next to him, I think about tonight was spurred on by a definite commitment to make the relationship about more than sex. If not for the fact that I can barely function at all, I might turn into some kind of giggling idiot because this evening represents the best sex of my life four times in a row! In fact, if I knew it would be that good, maybe I would be okay with just a sexual relationship!
No. That’s not true. The reason it’s so good is because there’s more to Daddy and me.