Daddy, Sir (Dirty Daddies 2024 Anthology #6)

Prologue

Prologue

A year ago…

Dagger

“Hey, man. How’re things going on your side of the country?” I ask my best friend, Ricardo, who lives over two thousand miles away in Indiana. I haven’t spoken to him in over a month, which is unlike us. We’ve been close for over twenty years.

“It’s going well. When the hell are you going to come out and visit?”

I lick my lips and stare out the window of my Seattle apartment. Think, man . “Yeah, fuck. It’s been so long. Work’s been brutal. When I took this job, I didn’t realize how many people would need the private security services Black Blade Protection provides.”

“You’re really working that many hours? Dude, you have an Army pension. You should relax, enjoy life. Come out here for a few weeks. The fresh air will clear your head. All that smog in Seattle has gotten to you.”

I chuckle. “You’re probably right. My schedule is super tight right now, but I’ll see what I can do in a few months. How’s the farm?” I say to change the subject.

I’m a fucking asshole.

“The farm is fine. I never thought I’d be out in the middle of nowhere, raising a daughter and working on a farm when I retired from the Army, but life throws punches, and we have no choice but to roll with them.”

“Speaking of daughters, how’s Naomi?” I try to keep my voice light. It would be weird if I didn’t ask about Ricardo’s daughter. She’s his entire world and the best thing that ever happened to him.

“She’s good.” His tone is off.

I stiffen. “You don’t sound convincing. She moved back home this month, right? After graduation?” I didn’t even go to Naomi’s college graduation because I’m a dick.

Ricardo sighs. “Yeah. I don’t know, man. She’s… How did she get all grown up?”

My breath hitches. I’ve been asking myself that question for a few years now. Naomi. Shit. She was a cute kid with dark pigtails and sky-blue eyes. We used to take her camping and to amusement parks in the summer. She was always a good kid.

And then I showed up the summer she turned twenty, and everything was different. She wasn’t a kid. She was an adult. And fuck me…

“What’s going on, Ricardo?”

“Yeah, well, she… She knows about us. Apparently, she followed us to the club when you were visiting for her twentieth birthday.”

I wince. All the blood drains from my head. Naomi knows… How much does she know? “What does she know exactly?” I think back to that night, the club… The women we met… Fuck.

“Everything.” Ricardo sighs. “She only recently told me. I had no idea. She’s been acting strange lately, and I finally confronted her. She says she watched us that night and has been exploring the kink ever since. Says she’s decided she’s Little and wants to find a Daddy. Now that she’s told me, she says a weight has lifted, and she feels free to change her bedroom and be more open about her Little. She’s painted the room pink and filled it with stuffies.”

I stop breathing.

Naomi . Little .

That’s…mind-boggling enough, but the thought of her with a Daddy makes my hair catch on fire. I want to get on the next plane to Indiana, shake some sense into her, and lecture her until she goes back to being the sweet young girl I knew when she was five.

I have no right. And the last thing I want Ricardo to ever know is how fucking hard my cock is at the thought of Naomi wearing a cute dress barely long enough to cover her bottom, her amazing tits pressed against the front of it, her nipples puckered and demanding attention.

“I know it’s shocking,” Ricardo continues, “and I’m so sorry. I didn’t want to tell you this over the phone, but you deserve to know.”

“How…” My voice trails off, mostly because I’m about to choke on this information.

“She followed us to the club, filled out the paperwork, and came in like any other patron. Apparently, she stuck to the shadows, watched us, and didn’t say anything.”

She was twenty, a grown adult, plenty old enough to visit a BDSM club and practice whatever kink she’d like to explore. Except she’s Naomi, and the thought of her practicing any kink makes my chest tight.

You’re an asshole , I tell myself. The only reason I can’t picture Naomi at a BDSM club is because if she’s going to dabble in kink, it should be with me. No one else.

I shake my head, trying to knock some sense into myself. What the fuck is wrong with me? Naomi is off limits. She’s Ricardo’s daughter, not some Little girl I can claim and mold as my own. Ricardo would have my head if he knew the kinds of things I lie awake thinking about Naomi.

Which is why I can’t go to Indiana to visit my best friend now or any time in the near future. I don’t think I’d have the willpower to keep away from Naomi, especially not if she’s decided to openly practice ageplay at home. My knees would buckle if I saw her like that.

Fuck me sideways. I’m stuck, and there’s not a thing I can do but lie to my best friend in the world. “Shit, man. That’s a lot to swallow.”

“You ain’t kidding. I haven’t slept well since she told me. She lives under my roof, but it’s not like I can tell her what she can and can’t do. She’s twenty-two years old. If she wants to explore ageplay, who am I to stop her? I don’t want to be some asshole father who forbids his kid from doing something. What would I say? ‘Do as I say, not as I do?’ And the worst part is I’m worried about her. There are so many fake Daddies out there. She’s such a kind soul. Someone could easily hurt her if they got their hands on her. Physically and emotionally.”

I grit my teeth. He’s right, but what the fuck am I supposed to do from Seattle? Nothing. There’s not a damn thing I can do. I absolutely can’t show up and pretend I don’t have feelings for her. I’m not capable of hiding that.

The woman visits my dreams most nights. I suspect, with this new information, my dreams are about to get a whole lot wilder. Now, I’ll be visualizing Naomi as a Little. The fodder has endless possibilities.

I squeeze my eyes closed and rub my temple. “Shit. I see your problem. I’d be concerned if I were you, too, man. All you can do is keep the lines of communication open. Make sure she understands the risks and support her.”

“Yeah, I know, but it’s hard. I didn’t expect my parenting to be quite so difficult now that my kid is all grown-up. Suddenly, it’s worse than when she was a baby.” Ricardo blows out a breath.

I force myself to chuckle and keep it light. “I guess even adult kids are still kids to any parent. You’re a great father. I know you’ll make the right decisions. Trust yourself.”

“Thanks, man. Please try to come out soon. I miss you.”

“Miss you, too. I’ll see what I can do.” I end the call. My hands are shaking as I lower the phone. I stare blindly out the window. I think I did a pretty fucking good job of saying the right things to support Ricardo, considering how inappropriate my thoughts were the entire time.

Naomi… Little. It’s hard for me to wrap my head around, and yet my cock is harder than ever. I’ll forever be visualizing her in a new light now, and it really sucks that I can’t possibly visit my friend.