CHAPTER EIGHT
Daisy
“Okay, Daddy,” I say once we’re inside. “We’ve been outside all day long. Was I a good girl at the carnival?”
He smiles and says, “You were a very good girl.”
I giggle and act a little bashful when I say, “Thank you, Daddy.” I lift my shirt up and off and say, “What if we go to the shower and I’ll be a good little girl helping you get clean after being outside all day?”
“You are a very, very, very good girl,” he says huskily.
“Beat you there!” I shout, dropping the shirt and running to his room. It’s entirely unfair what I did. Daddy can’t walk past a shirt on the floor or, for that matter, anything out of place. I giggle as I get to the bedroom and get my shoes and socks off. He comes in then and I say, “I win!”
He laughs and I finish stripping, this time setting the clothes neatly in a little pile next to my shoes. Then, I wiggle my butt and go into the bathroom. A few minutes later, Daddy is there with me and even though it’s a shower, he’s in the tub and I’m moving on top of him. I’m facing away from him, and it’s a good thing I’m so small and his tub is so big.
I’ve had sex in a shower before. Hell, I’ve had sex in a shower with Max. This feels wonderfully different. I just love new experiences, I guess. It’s different because we’re low to the ground, not standing. It’s also different because the water sprays directly over me, so as I move over him, it feels like each jet of water is some kind of tiny caress over every bit of my skin. There’s more, too. It’s like the naturally relaxing feeling of the warmth of the shower is combined in a really strange and beautiful, contrasting way, with the excitement of what we’re doing.
Maxwell’s hands on my hips are exciting as well. Maybe it’s the relaxing environment of the shower that makes the whole power under control thing that delights me about him seem more prominent. I don’t know. All of the things about this situation work together, though, and I cry out and cum much more quickly than normal, which is saying something considering how quickly most of my orgasms arrive with Max. Daddy cums when I go crazy, moving like an insane woman over his body in the midst of my orgasm.
After, we soap each other up, and it’s a really intimate and beautiful thing. By the time we go to bed, I feel so damned close to him, so completely happy. In the morning, when he drops me off and I put my new monkey on the table with a giggle, I realize my feelings for this man are well past affection and fondness. It’s a wonderful thought after spending most of my adult life thinking a relationship for me would never be possible because of my complete lack of what other people call ambition and I call self-destruction.
It's an amazing thing to think that Max loves me despite all that.
I think about that as I go about my usual routine. Now that I’m working for the RV park, that routine begins with an hour of working on their website after breakfast, then a mid-morning walk around the park. The park is far nicer than most and includes a small park with a pond and a little walking trail that weaves around the RV park with stops at the pond, the recreation room, and the small theater that you can rent in five-hour blocks to host private movie screenings. I hand out lollipops to a few of the other visitors at the park. Several of them know me now and I stop to talk to a few of them as I walk.
My day is already amazing and I don’t think it can get better when my phone buzzes and Max asks if I want to have dinner with him at his place tonight. I text back, Of course, Daddy! If you let me have dessert ;) and he replies, Whatever my little girl wants :)
Little girl. I just love when he calls me that.
He picks me up at six and we reach his place a few minutes later. He’s prepared roast beef and corn on the cob for dinner and I realize I’m starving. As we eat, he looks at me and says, “Princess, can we talk for a moment?”
“Sure, Daddy!” I say brightly. “What’s up?”
“I wanted to talk about taking our relationship to the next level.”
I feel my heart stop. Oh my God, it’s really happening! He’s going to propose!
I’m going to say yes. That should be surprising since we haven’t even been together a year, but I already know I want to spend the rest of my life with him. He’s so wonderful, I can’t imagine a life spent with anyone else!
Imagine my surprise and disappointment, when, instead of asking me to marry him, he says, “As your Daddy, it’s my responsibility to help you achieve whatever goals you want to reach. So, let me know some goals and we’ll create some plans I can hold you accountable to so you can reach them.”
It takes me a second to think of how to answer him. “Umm, no goals. Not really.”
He stares at me a moment, surprised. “Nothing? No degrees you want, or career goals you aspire to?”
“No,” I reply. “I’m not really an aspirational person.”
I’m a little confused by this whole line of conversation. We’ve been together for months and he’s never once mentioned a desire to change me. Where is this coming from?
“What about your job?” he asks.
“I like my job,” I reply.
“Yes, but wouldn’t you like to do more? Maybe run your own web development company?”
“Nope,” I say, feeling myself grow irritated. “I’m fine with the way things are.”
“What about finding you an apartment? Or maybe using some of the money you’ve saved to put down on a house?”
“That kind of defeats the purpose of having a home you can take with you anywhere you go,” I say. I make no attempt to hide the annoyance in my voice and Daddy recoils as though slapped.
“You’re telling me there’s nothing you want at all? Nothing you can think of that would improve your like or make it better in any way?”
I don’t respond right away but only stare at him as my irritation rapidly seethes into boiling anger.