Chapter 25
ELIAS
My pocket-sized woman allowed me to pick her up and set her into the cab of my truck. I should consider a better vehicle for nights out. I quickly made a left turn over the Mystic River Bridge and entered the posh parking lot of Enchanted Cuisine, an upscale seafood and steak restaurant. The reviews on this place were off the charts, and so were the prices. Today, I would spare no expense to woo my woman, pampering and assuring her she was deserving of such luxury.
The look on her face was priceless when we walked up the few wooden steps and through the artistically designed, plated glass doors. Her face flushed, and she turned to me, full of anxiety.
”Are we in the right place, Elias? This looks really expensive.” Her eyes darted in every direction until she saw the flowing river on the other side of the dining room. ”How about a few appetizers, and then we can go?” she winked.
While we waited for the hostess to return, I pulled her tightly to my chest and whispered into the shell of her ear.
”Tonight, you are my little girl, and I”m your daddy. When the server isn”t present, you will address me as such. You”d be wise to accept that my little girl deserves the best, regardless of the cost. She is deserving of all things good and then some. You will behave with gratitude and appreciation for this evening without prompting. Do you understand me, Abigail?”
”Yes, Daddy,” she whispered. I was elated to have her word. Every expression of her insecurity was minimized immediately for my benefit. She would learn over time that being uncomfortable was not a reason to run away.
I quickly snuggled into her neck and whispered, ”Good girl. You”re doing great.”
The hostess witnessed my exploration of Abigail”s neck and blushed. I was feeling proud getting two women to blush at the same time. The hostess cleared her throat and signaled me to come forward.
”Sorry for the wait. Please follow me.” I ushered Abigail by her lower back around each table until we were seated in a remote corner near the water. I”ll be sure to make another reservation soon because, once summer hits, this place will be jammed. Our menus were placed before us, and, once the hostess left, I took both of Abigail”s hands and pressed them lightly in mine.
She was fascinated with the river and the raised Bascule cantilever drawbridge as we took our seats. Always the engineer, I explained what she was seeing and why it was so special.
”Sweetheart. When you open the menu, you cannot raise your voice. Do you understand? You can have whatever you want. Do not let the prices affect your decision. Alright?”
My tone was stern, and I hoped to instill calm in her mind and body. The first time I went to an upscale restaurant with a client, I thought I would throw up because of the outrageous prices. Embarrassed, I ordered an appetizer and said I wasn”t that hungry.
As if she anticipated her cries, she pulled her hands from mine and covered her mouth.
”How bad are the prices?” She mumbled through her fingers.
”Bad,” I reassured her, smiling from ear to ear.
”Oh my God. Okay, here I go.” Daintily, she opened the cover with one finger and slapped her hand over the other, squealing. ”Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God!”
”Breathe, princess. I told you to behave.” I opened my menu and felt the bills in my wallet fly away. ”We are both worth every penny of this menu. Now, let”s find something fabulous to eat.”
The waiter came to take our drink orders, and I ordered a shrimp cocktail for us to share. I ordered a bottle of her favorite white wine and studied her youthful face. Tiny, semi-noticeable freckles sprinkled her cheeks, giving her more color than her alabaster skin could produce. The sun looked good on her.
”I”ve never had real seafood. Those takeout places only serve battered fish, and it”s gross.” She made a nasty face, and my mind wished I had a still camera positioned next to the table to capture every delightful, sexy, fascinating expression she made. It would make for an exotic coffee table book.
Dinner arrived, and, ultimately, we shared my lobster and her filet. We stuffed our faces and played a short version of twenty questions, solidifying my initial observation that Abigail was highly intelligent. Sadly, it was her ADHD that camouflaged her accurate IQ. Her ability to absorb the big picture of most concepts we discussed attracted me. However, she got lost in the minutia, and that saddened me. I could only imagine how much more amazing she”d be if she went to college to spread her wings. My initial assessment still held that she would be incredibly successful in anything she did once she focused on a specific trajectory.
I heard knocking on the table, and my attention returned to her face. My mind wandered off again. It happened a lot, but somehow I managed to get stuff done.
”Tell me where your mind went?” she purred. I think she figured me out, too.
I stood and moved my chair beside hers to better view the river. Or I just wanted my hands on her.
”Always to you, princess. You”re a marvel of a woman. You keep surprising me with how smart and tenacious you are.” I slid my hand down her thigh and softly leaned in for a kiss.
”Daddy?” Hearing her say that name sent shivers up my spine, and my pants grew tighter again.
She continued. ”Thank you for a lovely dinner. I”ve never been to a fancy restaurant like this. I”m glad you didn”t tell me where we were going. I might have chickened out.” She simpered. ”I like surprises.” She threaded her left-hand fingers over the one I had on her thigh and maneuvered them higher on her leg.
My breath hitched, and I wanted out of this place fast. I signaled the server and paid our bill quickly, leaving a fat tip. Within minutes, we were outside in the brisk spring air as sunset descended.
I didn”t want to rush this evening like a horny teenager, so I directed her up the boutique-lined street, window shopping and learning each other”s tastes. Cool April nights didn”t attract many shoppers, so no one noticed when I pulled her into the little downtown gazebo. I pressed her against the opening pillar, keeping my growl low.
”Do you want to play, baby girl?” My voice was husky, and my breathing became labored.
Her hands pushed inside my coat, finding my nipples and pinching them. ”I do, Daddy.”
”Fuck, baby. It would be best if you learned to play fair. Did Daddy see correctly when you came downstairs that you were missing something under your pretty dress?” My dick pressed at her chest, giving her all the information she needed to know I meant business.
”Sort of,” she bit her lip and averted her eyes to the buttons on my coat.
I slid two fingers under her chin and lifted her face to mine. ”That”s a yes or no question, Abigail. Are you, or are you not, wearing panties?”
Her plump lips were dry, and she licked them. ”It”s a thong, Daddy.”
”That would be a yes, sweetheart, no matter how tiny. Do you need a punishment to remind you to be truthful with me? I already told you that I don”t lie and that my honor is my most valued trait. Do you want me to see you that way, too?”
The truth hurt, and a single tear fell from her sexy eyes. She nodded and buried her head into my chest. She liked this game, and I was just beginning to play.
I pulled her back by her shoulders, forcing her to look at me. ”You will not hide from me, Abigail. I”m not mad at you. I”m not even disappointed. We are establishing ground rules for our relationship, and, if we don”t hold each other accountable for them, we won”t have a strong foundation for when things get tough.”
ABIGAIL
He literally had my back against a wall. There was nowhere to run, and he called me out on my shit so many times that it became pointless to try any longer, so I answered him as honestly as I could.
I played with the buttons on his coat, undeserving of looking him in the eye.”I understand, Daddy. I don”t want to lie to you, ever. Truly.”
He lifted my chin, not allowing me to hide from his stare. ”Omitting details and necessary information are also called lies. I”d rather you tell me your thoughts than deliberately withhold information you think I might disapprove of.” Both hands cupped my face, holding me still as he searched my eyes. The kiss that followed was hard and very convincing. He pulled away just as my legs began to wobble.
For him to take me seriously, I had to break the daddy/little girl scene; I wanted him to understand why I am the way I am. Our role-play was hot and sexy, but now was the time for honest, open dialogue.
”Elias, my whole life has been about survival. With that comes tons of white lies and skirting the truth, first with my aunt, then with homework, guys, and bosses. I would start to tell the truth and, after making stupid decisions, would get punished anyway. I felt trapped and worthless. I had to find a way to cover up or deflect my failures whenever possible. Over time, it became part of my nature. It is one that I”m not proud of, but now that I have my own life and money to live it with, I don”t have to make excuses anymore. I tried to be honest with you before, but my emotions took over, and I fought back. I manipulated the situation to what I thought was my advantage, except it hurt you. Imagine what an eye-opener that was for me. You were the first person who spoke to me honestly without imposing your own agenda. I”m ashamed of how I treated you and want to make it up to you. Will you let me?”
I managed to unload my consciousness without crying, though now I”d like to run and hide from these huge emotions. They scared me, and I needed to purge them from my mind and body so I could settle down. I shook all over at the intensity of their wake, and yet I didn”t want to leave his arms.
”We”ll get there, sweetheart. Just keep talking with me, and I promise things will all work out. It took a lot of courage to see the error of your ways and communicate that to me. My little girl is growing into a beautiful woman right before my eyes.”
Christ!Did you see how he pulled me back into our role-play? He”s masterful.
”So, Daddy, when can I make things up to you?” I was done talking for the night. My head was pounding from the delicious wine, and now my clit purred as his hands slid around my ass. Or was that me purring? Either way, my body was humming.
”Now,” he growled, pushing my dress up around my waist, not caring who might walk by. He pushed me onto the gazebo bench, unbuttoned his coat so it hung around my legs, and pushed my knees higher. When he looked down and saw the tiny swatch of material covering my bare pussy, he clucked his tongue.
”Sweetheart, your answer to the panty question should have been ”no.” I can see your slit through that lace, and there couldn”t be enough fabric to cover my thumb.” It wasn”t a moment before he ripped aside that tiny shred of fabric and inserted one of his fingers deep inside me. I gasped at the intrusion and coldness of his digit. He kissed me deeply, moving his tongue the same way he moved his finger.
”My God, Daddy. That feels so good.” I moaned when he turned that digit upward, grazing that perfect place. ”Yes! Daddy, yes, there.”
He laughed devilishly, pulling his finger out to suck my juices. ”Not yet, little girl. You still owe me a punishment.”
His fingers plunged into my soaking pussy again, and I moaned loudly. ”Fuck, Daddy.”
”No more outbursts like that, or we”re done. Do you want an audience?” Shit! I didn”t think about that.
”No, Daddy. I”ll be quiet. Please don”t stop.” His face was as intense as my desire. If he didn”t make me come this instant, I would scream.
Daddy growled again and shoved his fingers even higher, scissoring them until I smacked my hands over my mouth. ”You will learn to control your outbursts, little one. Daddy will let you come when he”s ready for you to come.
”Open your mouth,” he commanded, and I lowered my hands to my sides. He pushed his thick, long fingers into my mouth, forcing me to taste myself.
”Do you like the way you taste, baby girl? So sweet. Like honey to my senses.” I sucked his fingers, surprised by the taste of my essence. It smelled sweet, though the look on his face was sweeter. His eyes hooded over, and he moaned so low his chest shook. He was getting off on this, and I would capitalize on this moment as well.
I simpered again, ”Again, Daddy.”
”Fuck, baby girl.” He repeated the deep thrust of his fingers, but, instead of two, he used three. The stretch was so intense that it took him a minute to work through my folds to get them inside me. He pumped them several times until I was breathless. ”Take it, sweetheart.”
His rawness excited me in ways I never thought possible. From sweet and kind to sounding like an animal, it blew me away. I felt empty when his fingers stopped their invasion. His low growl filled my ears, and his eyes turned dark and menacing.
”Suck,” he commanded. My chest heaved, and my heart soared at his command. I took all three fingers, choking on them as he slowly pushed in and out. I”d become an animal just like him, lost in lust and pleasure, unable to hear the outside world. I didn”t know myself at that moment, but I trusted Elias to protect me like the daddy he was.
I felt ravaged. He wouldn”t let me come, and my juices trickled down my thighs as he pulled me to standing. I pulled my dress down, looking left and right to be sure we were still alone. Time stood still, and my head was woozy. I”m pretty sure we broke the law, but, on the flip side, I now have a greater appreciation for a gazebo. We literally left our mark on it. Note to self. Bring a disinfecting wipe over tomorrow to clean up.
Elias pulled me into his body and kissed the top of my head like a pleased father would an obedient child.
”You were a very good girl, Abigail. You listened and gave Daddy what he wanted. I”m very proud of you.” I sighed audibly. When had anyone told me they were proud of me?
My body fractured at his praise, releasing deep-seated emotions I must have stuffed down my whole life. I sobbed giant tears and collapsed in his arms. I couldn”t have known that hearing those five words would bring me to my knees. What was happening to me?
Elias stroked my hair as I mumbled several incoherent thoughts even to myself, and we began our walk back to the car. He didn”t ask if I was alright or needed anything. He only stroked my hair and whispered sweet nothings to calm me down. His arms around my shoulders were warm, strong, and safe. It felt like new neuropathways were opening up in my mind, and I could see the world in a new way. Elias was changing my world in so many new ways that I could never reciprocate them, so I kept on crying. Besides a house and a barn, what could I offer to someone like him?
He hauled me into his chest like a baby and stood up. ”Come on, princess. Let”s get you home.”