Saving Little Jenna by Ruth Kennedy

Chapter 6: Clark

I’d never been so scared in my life as I was yesterday, searching for Jenna out on the streets. It was as if I'd been searching for her my whole life and the thought of losing her forever meant the end of the world. I felt my heartbeat race in my chest as I tried coming up with places she could go to. Luckily, I knew she'd been traveling for days before she met me, so my first instinct was to search at the bus station.

It was sheer luck that had brought Jenna into my life, and it was the same reason I had turned my head to look at a group of people taking shelter from the rain on my way to the bus station. The moment I saw her my heart stopped pounding in my chest. When you cared about someone, losing them forever was be the scariest feeling in the world. It was right there I decided I would take care of her and keep her safe no matter what or who she was running away from. I also promised myself I would do everything in my power to make her mine.

I’d been all excited to confess my feelings to Jenna. But now that Jenna was safe, I could think clearly. My daddy instincts needed me to date a Little, but I could’ve been wrong about her being a Little. Sure, there were all kinds of signs but I had to remember that she had an unusual upbringing, the details of which were not yet clear. It could've molded her into having Little characteristics as a way of adapting to circumstances, without actually being one. She probably didn't even know what Little meant. This realization was a sad one and I wasn't sure if I could make a relationship work without being a Daddy.

When I woke up the next morning, I headed downstairs, lost deep in thought about the only thing on my mind ever since Jenna had come into my life. When I saw Jenna in the kitchen, I smiled at her and stretched my arms above my head with a yawn. She just drew a sharp breath in and stared at my crotch before looking away.

My heart skipped a beat when I looked down and realized I was naked except for my red briefs, which left nothing to imagination thanks to my big bulge. After I’d woken up, I was so lost in thoughts about yesterday’s events that I forgot I wasn't living alone anymore. Who would've thought I would turn into an exhibitionist one day, flashing poor Jenna who looked like she might have a heart attack any moment. A part of me wanted to cover my crotch, run back upstairs, and get dressed. Instead, I decided to own it and walked into the kitchen as if nothing had happened.

As her cheeks turned redder than ever, she turned her head toward me and struggled to look me in the eyes. Looked like she couldn't decide where to look, briefly staring at my rock-hard abs before looking away again.

"You look cute when you blush, you know."

She giggled and put her coffee mug down. "It's because you forgot to put your clothes on today."

"Oh, this?" I put my hands on my waist and struck a confident pose. "It was totally intentional. I felt like going au naturel today."

She giggled again. "Pretty sure you forgot I was living here. I think I blush a lot because I was homeschooled and I didn't get an opportunity to socialize. I haven't been around or talked to men either, apart from family of course. You said you wanted to know about my past, so here’s something to start things off. It's best I do it in bits and pieces."

It was yet another confirmation of her not being a Little, which saddened me. Her shyness and characteristics were in fact a result of her unique upbringing, not her Littleness.

I nodded. "I'll take bits and pieces over nothing any day."

I walked over to the coffee maker on the counter. As I made my coffee, I turned my head slightly to find her checking me out. Just like me, was she fantasizing about having my naked body pressed up against hers? The mere thought made my cock twitch in my briefs, which wasn't good news considering how obscenely big my bulge already was.

I couldn't do this any longer. I had to tell her how I felt or I'd go insane. I never felt for anyone what I felt for Jenna, and maybe being honest and communicative was a good way to start this, whatever this might turn out to be.

I waited for my boner to go down because it was never a good idea to let your crotch make decisions. Taking my cup of coffee, I took a seat next to her. She showed signs of being aroused. She was breathing heavily but trying to normalize it, and her pupils were slightly dilated.

Would I hate myself for what I was about to say? I knew Jenna wasn't a Little, so it wouldn't work out between us. Not being a Daddy meant the relationship would eventually end when Jenna finds me too suffocating like my exes. I shouldn't start something knowing how it'll end, but the heart wanted what it wanted.

"I need to tell you something." I sat back in my chair and wondered if I looked ridiculous doing this barely clothed. "This might seem too forward, but I want to be honest. Ever since I met you, it has increasingly become clear that I like and care about you. When I read that note you left me yesterday, the thought of not getting to see you again felt like the end of the world."

She just stared at me blankly, so I continued. "Now, I don't expect you to reciprocate these feelings. In fact, there's nothing you have to worry about. I’ve decided I'll have to ignore these feelings since I've recently realized I'm into something else entirely, something so niche you probably haven't even heard of it."

She blinked slowly and leaned in before speaking quietly. "What do you mean, Clark? What are you into?"

I took a deep breath, wondering how I'd go about explaining what age play was. "After several failed relationships, my friend has helped me realize I'm a Daddy who needs a Little to be happy. You probably don't know what those terms mean, but they're part of age play. You can look it up online later. If this is the start of a friendship, I just wanted to be honest. We'll just have to stay friends where we acknowledge that one of us is attracted to the other."

She just sat there staring at me before looking at her hands on the table. When she finally spoke shyly, it was so quietly I could barely hear her.

"What if I told you I'm just as attracted to you, if not more. And what if I've spent the past few months secretly living as a Little in my room, hoping to get out in the real world and find a Daddy of my own. A Daddy who would take care of me and my worries, so I could live the carefree childhood I missed out on."

When she waited for my reply, I just shook my head in disbelief. "Surely, you're joking. What are the odds a Little comes into my life just when I realize I'm a Daddy? I was sure it was wishful thinking when I thought I saw some signs you might be a Little. I dismissed them off, attributing them to your unique upbringing."

She nodded as she looked at me with lust in her eyes. "It's true, Clark. Ever since I met you, I've spent day and night thinking about you. You're handsome, but it isn't just your looks. No one has been kind to me before. You've treated me like a human when no one else has. I tried to forget you when I left yesterday, but I knew it wasn't possible. No matter where I went, I'd always wonder what it'd be like to date you. I mean, I haven't even been kissed yet, so wanting to date someone is like a big step for me."

My initial reaction was one of disbelief, but then I could barely contain my excitement as I stood up and walked over to her side of the table. Was this really happening? After years of dating incompatible women, I had finally found someone who wouldn't find my need to take care and be dominant suffocating.

Taking a seat next to her, I moved my face closer to hers. The lust in her eyes was unmistakable as she breathed heavily.

"Never been kissed, eh?" I raised an eyebrow and put on a lopsided smile. "We need to fix that right away."

When my face was inches away from hers, I paused and shifted my gaze between her eyes and lips. She squirmed in her seat. Was my almost naked body turning her wet? She looked like she'd kiss me right away if I waited any longer. My baby girl was impatient but it wasn't a concern. Among other things, I'd teach her patience as a good Daddy would.

I was uncertain of the look she was giving me. Either she found my stare intimidating or it was turning her on. Either way, I decided to calm her a little before I kissed her. I knew in my heart she was my happily ever after, so it was important I take things at a pace she was comfortable with.

"You've got something here." I gently brushed her cheek with a thumb.

Having my big hand on her face reminded me how tiny she was compared to my big and muscular frame.

"Oh, what is it?" She looked down at my thumb and I knew she was relaxed enough to make my move.

"No, it's nothing." I moved my face away and just when she was least expecting it, I cupped her face with my hands. "Wait, it's right here."

I leaned back in and pressed my lips against hers. When she opened her mouth to let out a moan, it was soon silenced by my tongue in her mouth. Most people didn't get to have a perfect first kiss, but Jenna was going to be among the lucky few.

She put her hands on my bare upper arms and squeezed them. By the coldness of her palms, I could tell she was nervous. As we continued kissing for a few minutes, her grip relaxed and warmth returned to her palms. When I broke the kiss, she let out a quiet whimper at the sudden lack of touch. I needed to take things slow for her sake, but I didn't trust my dick if I continued making out.

"That's one thing off your bucket list." I smirked before standing up and walking over to take a seat at the other side of the table, doing a poor job at hiding the tent in my briefs. "I'm glad I could help."

She gaped at me in surprise as I adjusted my boner underneath the table. "That's how good people feel when they kiss? How do people get anything done when they could instead be kissing each other for hours?"

I chuckled and nodded knowingly. "I know, right. Human civilization rests on the shoulders of people working hard when they could be making out their entire lives instead."

The arousal in her eyes was clear as she squirmed in her seat and whispered. "I kind of didn't want it to end."

I chuckled and put a hand on hers, squeezing it and causing her to stifle a moan. Merely touching her hand was enough to arouse her. I couldn’t wait to see her reaction when I made sweet love to her. We'd probably end up draining each other out day and night.

"Me too, sweetheart." When I let go of her hand, she squirmed in her seat again. "But let me tell you something. I have a feeling you're the one, my happily ever after. I've never felt this way before. Sometimes you just know the moment you meet someone. All the more reason for me to take things at a pace you're comfortable with-" when she tried to speak, I put up a hand- "I believe you when you say you feel the same way, but it's still wise to take things slow. I've fucked up enough relationships and I'm not gonna fuck up the most important one. I want to do things the right way. Taking things slowly would mean I learn more about you and understand the things you're comfortable with. If I move too fast, I might scare you away like I always tend to do. You're too important to lose, Jenna."

She frantically shook her head. "No, Clark. Nothing you do can scare me away. I was sure you only want the best for me ever since you took me in. Nevertheless, I agree with taking things slow. As long as you're with me, I don't care how fast or slow we go."

When I nodded, her face lit up at the sudden realization that we were a thing now. I wasn't her Daddy yet, but I hoped she wanted it just as much.

When I just smiled at her in silence, her cheeks turned red and she pushed a strand of hair behind her ear. "You're staring, Clark."

I could never get used to how cute she looked when she blushed. "I'm just admiring how cute you are, sweetheart. I can only imagine how adorable you'd look when you're in your Little headspace."

She giggled and nodded. "I've never been in my Little headspace in someone else's presence. But you've just been so good to me the past few days. I'm sure I'll feel comfortable around you, Clark."

"Yet another reason to take things slow," I said. "Let us start things off with a date tonight. I know just the place. It's crazy how little we know about each other. I want to know everything about you, but I'm willing to settle for whatever you're comfortable revealing."

"Whoa!" She looked at me with big excited eyes, wiggling in her seat with excitement and finding it hard to sit still. "My first date! I always dreamt of going on one, but only now do I realize how exciting it gets when you know it's with the right person. Do I wear makeup? What am I gonna wear? So many decisions to make. If only I had a Daddy who could make such decisions for me."

I absolutely adored how innocent and sweet Littles were. The simplest of things was enough to make them happy and excited. They didn't need a grand gesture or an expensive gift to impress them. As long as they had their Daddy with them, they could be happy and have fun anywhere. It was a trait the rest of the world could learn from. Grown-ups went about their daily lives, numb to the simple pleasures of life. Somewhere along the way, they had forgotten to let their inner child out sometimes.

When she looked at me expectantly, I laughed. "Well, looks like I'll have to help you cross out another item off your bucket list. Based on how good you behave, you may end up having a Daddy soon."

She pushed her lips out in an adorable pout and spoke in a high-pitched voice. "You know I'm the best girl there is, Da-... Clark."

She was about to call me Daddy! What I wouldn't give to hear her call me that. I unconsciously ached to be a Daddy all my life, wanting to hear someone call me the sweet five-letter word and mean it. Looked like I had to wait longer, but it would be worth it since I wanted my baby girl to mean it.

Seeing her pout and hearing her Little voice, there was no doubt in my mind that Jenna would make the cutest Little there ever was. Sure, Daddies were biased when they thought their Littles were the cutest in the world, but could I blame them? No matter how naughty or troublesome Littles were, in their Daddies eyes they were perfect and they wouldn't change a thing about them. I felt the same way about Jenna. It was early, but I already knew I would end up loving her unconditionally, irrespective of however dark her past turned out to be. If there was one thing I learned from John and his boy, it was to let your Little know that Daddy's always there for them. Eventually, when Jenna was ready, she'd come to me with all her worries.

"Yes, sweetheart." With a genuine smile, I nodded eagerly. "I have a feeling you'll end up being a role model to other Littles, by being on your best behavior. But it can be a hard task sometimes. I know of a Little who tries to be a good boy all the time, but he's naughty at heart and his Daddy wouldn't change a thing about him. In the end, it's more important to be yourself. That's what I want from you, sweetheart, to be your true self. You haven't been in your Little headspace around others, so you are yet to explore what kind of a Little you are. No matter how your Little side turns out to be, just know that I'll care for you unconditionally."

"Unconditionally," she repeated after me, her face lighting up with a bright smile. "I thought I'd never get to know what that feels like. Thank you, Clark."

I looked down at my coffee and stirred the cup around. "Now let me get dressed before the coffee turns cold. I look ridiculous pretending I didn't forget to put my clothes on."

When I went into work an hour later, all I could do was check the time for the rest of the day. Somehow, having a Little to care for felt so different from my previous relationships. Littles could take their Daddies' love and protection every second of the day. No amount of time spent together was too much for them.

The moment I reached home, I found Jenna walking down the stairs in a beautiful blue gown. She must've spent the day shopping. At first, she was too proud to take my money, but I was glad I convinced her.

She hurried down the stairs and stood before me before twirling around with her hands above her head. She looked so pretty dressed in Big clothes, it made me wonder how cute I'd find her dressed as a Little. I was sure I'd end up popping a boner the moment she'd call me her Daddy. I'd probably have to excuse myself and rub one out then and there.

"I hope I don't look ridiculous." She pushed a strand of hair behind her ear. "I was never one to dress in fancy clothes. Do you want me to change into something simpler?"

I took her hand and kissed it. "You look pretty, sweetheart, but you're too hard on yourself. I don't want you talking down on yourself anymore. I know you've been taught otherwise, but you deserve good things in life. You should do whatever makes you happy. Does getting dressed in nice clothes make you happy?"

She nodded and drew a sharp breath in when I put a hand on her lower back.

"Then it doesn't matter what anyone else thinks." I gave her a quick peck on the lips and her face lit up.

Her eyes wandered down to my biceps. My clothes were too tight just as intended.

I pulled her closer for a gentle kiss, but soon it turned into a passionate one when I pushed my tongue in her mouth. Moments later I had to pull myself away from her when I felt my cock twitching in my pants.

On our drive to the restaurant, I could tell she was nervous by the way she was fidgeting with her fingers and avoiding eye contact.

"Nervous?" I asked and she nodded after a moment of hesitation. "Don't be. I reserved the entire restaurant so we can have some privacy. It's your first date after all. It needed to be special for my sweet girl."

"Whoa!" Her eyes widened in surprise. "Are you allowed to do that? It must've cost a fortune. You didn't have to do that, Clark."

I chuckled and shook my head. "The restaurant owner is Lance, a close friend of John, who also happens to be a Daddy. I told him it was your first date and he was more than happy to help. Are you still nervous knowing that it'll just be the two of us?"

She thought for a moment before replying. "You make me feel shy sometimes, but never nervous. You're such a nice person to be around, Clark. You'd make such a good Daddy."

Just like every time she complimented me, her cheeks now turned red. When we reached the restaurant, I got out and opened the door for her. One of these days I hoped I'd get to scoop her up in my arms instead of helping her step out of the car. John carried his boy around in his arms all the time. It must feel so good to have your Little so close to your body.

"Clayton's pizzeria," Jenna read out the restaurant’s name as she stood next to me.

"Clayton was Lance's Little," I said, leading her to the entrance. "Clayton died in a car accident and his Daddy named a restaurant after him to honor his memory."

"That's so sad, but it's such a romantic gesture." She held the bottom of her gown with a hand as we went up the short flight of stairs.

"Needless to say, the restaurant has become quite popular in the age play community. They even have a Little menu and drawings for Littles to color as they wait for food to arrive."

"So cool!" She almost couldn't contain her excitement. "I can't wait to come here with you in my Little headspace one day. I always wondered if Littles were accepted in the real world."

Every time she referred to regular life as the real world, it made me wonder just how horrible her upbringing was. I was a tough man and I had seen the world, and yet a part of me was scared for Jenna. It was hard not knowing the truth, for it meant her past could come back to haunt us any minute and take her away from me.

Jenna's eyes widened the moment we stepped in. The lights were off but the place was decorated with fancy candles. Colorful ribbons hung from the ceiling and animal-themed stuffed toys were scattered all over the floor. A single table in the middle with two seats made it all the more special.

When she looked at me in surprise, I just shrugged. "You didn't think I'd ensure your first date was special? You're important to me, Jenna. I wanted you to see that."

She looked at me expectantly. I knew what she wanted to do, so I just nodded. She went from one stuffed toy to another, hugging them tightly and kissing their heads. When she hugged a few to her heart's content, the server led us to our seats and handed us the menu before leaving.

She sighed in contentment and took another look around. "All this is just perfect, Clark. I was sure I'd never get to go on a date, let alone one involving stuffed toys."

As Jenna went through the menu, she grew perplexed. She wasn't in her Little headspace, but I knew well enough that making decisions was hard for her. It didn't matter how small the decisions were. It was yet another sign that she was a Little through and through.

"You know what," I said, putting the menu down on the table. "I've been here many times with my friends. I think I know just the right pizza for you."

I nodded at the server and ordered for the both of us. When he left, Jenna had a bright smile.

"What's got you smiling so much, darling?"

"I know it's silly," she began in a singsong voice and sat back in her chair. "But I've always dreamt of such small things. Things like letting my Daddy make the decisions for me, no matter how small or big they might be. If the evening goes on like this, I won't be able to stop myself from regressing. You'll end up having to carry me back to the car."

I popped a semi in my pants as I shifted in my seat. It was the first time she came so close to referring to me as her Daddy, which I found extremely arousing.

"I'm glad you brought that up because we need to discuss some details." I leaned in closer with my hands on the table. "How Little do you usually get? Do you prefer to wear big girl panties or do I get to see how cute you look in a diaper?"

Her shyness said it all as she shrugged and spoke quietly. "Honestly, I don't know. I've always wanted to try diapers out of curiosity, but I never got an opportunity. Sometimes when my parents weren’t home, I liked to crawl around the house and it felt just right. I guess I'm still trying to figure things out."

I painted a vivid picture in my head, one of Jenna in her diapers crawling around the house and sucking on a binky. It didn't matter how much she regressed, but I hoped I'd get to see her cute bottom in a diaper.

"That makes two of us." I put my hand on hers and smiled. "I don't know what kind of Daddy I want to be either, but we'll figure things out together."

She pushed her lips out in an adorable pout. "I hope you're the kind that lets your Little get away with anything."

I chuckled and shook my head. "Nice try, but nope. You'll still have to be a good girl for Daddy."

It was the first time I referred to her as my girl, which made her shiver and collapse into the chair. She opened her mouth slightly as if to suppress a moan.

When she sat up straight, I continued. "But for the times when you're not and I need to discipline you, we need to have a safe word. It’s to let me know it's too much for you and I'll just back off."

"No, Clark, " she said. "You've been so nice to me. I know you'd make a good Daddy, and good Daddies only want the best for their Little. I know you'd never give me more than I can handle. If you make me do something I don't want to, it's because you know what's best for me. I might not see it, but I trust you."

I was glad we were talking about these things so early on. Communication was the key and I wanted us to be honest from the get-go. I was happy that she trusted me, but we still had a long way to go.

"I see your point, " I said. "But every Little is built differently. Lance's Little is very sensitive to pain. On the other hand, John’s Little hasn't gone a day without being spanked. See what I mean?"

She looked up at the ceiling and frowned as she thought hard. "How about red? Like the street lights. I read that on a forum once."

I nodded. "Sure, but I want you to use it without hesitation. You shouldn't try to take more than you can handle."

When the server brought us fizzy apple juice, she took a sip and smacked her lips. "This is my first date, but I'm sure women throw themselves at you all the time. I haven't socialized much, so I don't know if it's taboo to talk about your exes. Romance films always portrayed them as difficult topics, but I've never understood why. How have your past relationships been, if you don't mind me asking."

Her asking me a question about myself was rare, but I was glad that was changing. She was slowly learning to shed her shyness around me.

"Not at all," I said, swerving around the glass as if it were wine, a force of habit. "Women tend to be interested in me, yes. But I'm never sure if it's my money they're after. Early on, I had to end several relationships when I found out they were in it for the money. Then they began to end because they found my need to care and protect too overbearing. I guess I came off as controlling when I tried making small decisions for them. My last relationship ended very poorly, after which I decided to stay single forever. She came home one day and told me she cheated on me, that it was my fault. Apparently, I made her cheat by being too caring and overprotective, which annoyed her to the point of cheating."

She gasped and put a hand on her chest. "How dare she! It's a cruel tactic to blame the victim. What I wouldn't have done to be with someone who makes the hard decisions and takes care of me. I guess different strokes for different folks."

"Exactly!" I softly slammed my palms onto the table. "That's because you're a Little. But I never even considered I might be a Daddy until my friend John fell in love with a Little. It made me unconsciously categorize my needs as that of a Daddy. I suspected I might be a Daddy ever since, but it took your coming into my life to make me accept the truth. But enough about me. Tell me something about yourself."

"What would you like to know?" She looked down at the glass, probably hoping she could drink out of straw instead.

"Pretty much anything." I shrugged. "I know it's hard for you to talk about your past, so I want you to start with something small."

She took a deep breath and looked at her hands underneath the table. I hoped I wasn't making her recollect all the bad memories.

We just sat in silence for a long time before she finally spoke in a low voice. "I didn't have a good life growing up, with barely any socializing. In fact, it could barely be called life since animals get to live better lives. At least they're put to sleep without much suffering."

My eyes widened in surprise. Things took a dark turn real fast and I wasn't expecting that. I knew the entire truth would be painful to hear, but I could handle it. Nevertheless, talking about it was clearly traumatizing for her.

As tears began to form in her eyes, words refused to come out of her open mouth. I wondered if it was too soon to bring it up, suddenly realizing she needed her Daddy to tell her everything was going to be alright. I rushed out of my seat and kneeled by her side, wrapping my arms around her and kissing her on the head.

"It's okay, sweetheart." I softly stroked her cheek with a finger. "All of that was in the past, but you escaped. As long as I'm alive, no one's going to lay a finger on you and that's a promise."

She looked at me with her lower lip wobbling. "Do you really mean that? He will never be able to harm me?"

I didn't know who he was supposed to be, but asking her would only upset her even more.

"Of course," I said.

We hugged until she was calm again.

Kissing her head once more, I sat back in my chair and smiled at her. "You're my girl now and your life is going to be much safer. I know it's too soon to say that, but that's what you are to me, sweetheart. My sweet baby girl. You can take however long you need to call me Daddy. I want you to mean it when it comes out of your mouth."

Her voice changed as she swiftly entered a Little cadence. "I hoped you'd be my daddy when you first helped me. I don't need time, Daddy. You're so nice to me. There's no one else I'd rather have."

There it was, a bright smile on our faces. Just as I had predicted, I was hard as a rock underneath the table, but with good reason. Unconsciously, this was all I wanted to hear my entire life, to be called Daddy by someone I truly wanted to take care of.

The server soon arrived with visually appealing pizzas. They were way larger than the size of the plate they were served in, which was exactly how it was served in Italy.

When she looked at her pizza after the server left, she stuck her lower lip out in an adorable pout and her gaze shifted between our pizzas. "How come yours is filled with meat and mine is filled with vegetables, Daddy?"

I could never get tired of hearing her call me the sweet five-letter word, but a man could only get so hard. Just when my cock was beginning to shrivel, it was back up with full force, threatening to tear out of the tent in my pants. I shifted in my seat and squeezed the base of my cock underneath the table, a trick I used to calm it down. Thankfully, it went down soon enough.

Her pizza had broccoli, spinach, kale, and corn. But on the bright side, it had four different kinds of cheese. There were only two types of Littles in the world. Those who loved vegetables and those who hated them.

I laughed. "Because growing girls need to eat their veggies. I'll always find ways to sneak vegetables into your food, Little one. Now be a good girl and eat your veggies."

"Yes, Daddy," she said after a long sigh.

As we ate dinner in silence, I saw her sneaking vegetables out of the pizza from the corner of my eye. When I was busy looking down at my plate, she was hiding them one by one in the napkin in her waist. I found it amusing, so I let her get away with it, hoping she'd eventually step.

When we were halfway through and she hadn't eaten a single vegetable, I had to put my foot down. Littles liked to test their Daddies, just to see how far they can go without facing consequences. I had to show I was serious about wanting the best for her.

"That's enough, Little one," I scolded in my stern Daddy voice, causing her to shiver. "You've sneaked way too many veggies out. It might as well end up being a margarita at this rate. The floor is gonna be covered in veggies should you stand up. You're eating every single veggie on the pizza starting now and that's the end of it. Disobey and I'll take you over my knee right now. Trust me, you don't want to have a sore bottom in a restaurant."

She shivered again and squirmed in her seat as she sat in silence. "Oh, Daddy. You're going to drive me crazy. It's far too arousing when you talk like that."

I was glad she was opening up about her arousal. There were times when I was sure she was aroused, but she had been too shy to admit it.

"True as that may be," I continued in my strict tone. "It won't stop me from doing it. So be a good girl for Daddy and behave."

She nodded and tried to bring her aroused breathing back to normal. "Yes, Daddy. I sorry."

This time I watched closely and just as I hoped, she didn't sneak out any of the vegetables. After we finished, she put the napkin full of veggies onto her empty plate. It looked big enough to feed a small family.

We talked and talked for what seemed like hours. She couldn't talk about her past, so we talked about the future and the things we liked. She was super into films and it was all she could talk about. Her favorites were the Titanic and Toy Story. I couldn't wait for us to snuggle on the couch and watch some animated films together.

"Before we leave, I'd like to ask one important question," I said and she immediately stiffened. "Don't worry, it isn't a hard one. What would you like to do for work one day? Of course, you'd have to heal first and you haven't even begun, but it's good to make up your mind well in advance."

She bobbed her head up and down. "I agree, Daddy. But I haven't a clue. I was homeschooled but my parents abruptly ended my education halfway through. I was curious about the outside world and getting educated was only increasing my curiosity. They probably knew the more curious I became of the outside world, the more I'd want to escape. As long as I'd get to work with people, I'd be happy in any kind of job. It's such a conundrum, though. Working with people, I mean. On one hand, there's this innate desire to be social, have friends, and get to know people. But on the other hand, I'm so scared of strangers because I haven't been socialized. Anyway, who would want to hire me without a degree?"

Just what kind of parents were they? Every day I learned something new about Jenna and it was beginning to look like her parents were monsters.

I nodded. "I see. John’s boy, Michael, would be thrilled to be your friend. He's always thrilled about making Little friends. He'd be your first friend, I suppose. You'll see talking to strangers isn't as scary as you think. If you're still curious about the world, you should finish your education. If you'd rather work, my company's always looking for interns. I could make a few calls and see which departments would be a good fit. You'd get in, no problem."

"Whoa!" Her eyes widened as she made an o with her mouth. "Working in an office? That'd be so cool! You'd do that for me?"

"Of course, sweetheart," I said. "You'd look hot in office attire. As your boss, you'd have to obey my every command."

"Boss Daddy!" She giggled and then burst out into laughter. "That's what I'd have to call you then."

The possibility was quite arousing. Office sex was such a no-no, it’d be thrilling to break the rules on a daily basis.