Daddy’s Nervous Little by Jess Winters

CHAPTER 1

 

Wendy

I collapse to the couch and breathe a heavy sigh of relief. Another very long shift at the hospital has finally come to an end and I am looking forward to the chance to rest before my big date with Lawrence.

Thinking about Lawrence reminds me there’s something I’m looking forward to besides sleep and, though I am exhausted after a long day of checking vitals, measuring doses, and assisting doctors with medical examinations, I feel my fingers sliding down my navel and underneath my panties.

I gasp when my fingers reach my pussy. I am already so wet the sensation is instantly, powerfully pleasant. I’m always wet when I think about Lawrence. He’s so strong and handsome. He also has very kind eyes and a smile that’s both gentle and commanding at the same time. It’s a powerful combination even though I have yet to interact with Lawrence – other than last week at Tina’s house when Tina, her fiancé Drake, me, and Lawrence had dinner together – I am soon writhing and moaning as I rub my pussy and imagine Lawrence’s hands on me, taking control and overpowering me.

As long as I can remember I have always been attracted to dominant men. I am not a very confident person and the thought of having a strong, powerful man to rely on has always excited me. I only recently became a little girl, however. By little girl I mean a woman who’s part of the DDlg lifestyle where the men care for and protect their little girls like Daddies and women submit to their Daddies authority; but they also get to act like little girls when life gets too stressful and just let their Daddies take care of things for a little while.

Tina introduced me to the lifestyle a few years ago when she introduced me to Devin. Devin was a financial consultant at the hospital, and prior to meeting Lawrence, he was the sexiest man I’d ever met. I guess he wasn’t super sexy, really, but the idea of being submissive to a Daddy in bed was so appealing to me that Devin seemed sexier than he really was. He was preparing to move to New York in six months, so both of us knew there was no long-term future. That allowed us to both have fun without worrying about consequences. When he left I was sad for a little while, but not for long because I already knew he wasn’t my forever Daddy.

Lawrence could be my forever Daddy.

The thought is absurd. We’ve barely even met! Still, it’s a powerful enough thought that it sends a cascade of pleasure through me. I gasp as a surge of electricity seems to run from my pussy up my spine and back down to my legs, curling my toes though I am still far from orgasm. I can’t believe how good I feel just thinking about Lawrence, and I wonder how good it will feel when I can finally feel him inside me.

I slip a finger in and another bolt of lightning runs through me. I gasp and cry out, “Oh Daddy!” and before I can stop myself I slip another finger in. My pussy squeezes reflexively around my fingers once, twice, then a shuddering third time and I realize I’m much closer to orgasm than I thought I was. I don’t want to cum yet, though, so I slow my movements, gently stroking my g-spot while rhythmically rubbing my clit with my other hand.

“Oh, Lawrence,” I whisper through ragged breaths. “Oh yes, Daddy. Take me. I’m yours.”

The thought of belonging to Lawrence is delicious and exciting because I’ve never thought about anyone else in that way. I’d say things like that to Devin in bed to make the sex more exciting, but both of us knew it was just a temporary arrangement and the words didn’t mean anything other than to spice things up in bed.

This train of thought brings me back around to the idea of Lawrence being my forever Daddy the way Drake is Tina’s forever Daddy and the way she is his forever little girl. I want to be someone’s forever little girl.

No. I want to be Lawrence’s forever little girl.

Suddenly, I don’t want to wait anymore. I thrust my fingers forcefully into myself while my other hand moves more rapidly over my clit. I lift my legs and spread them so I can thrust my fingers deeper inside myself. Lying on my back with my legs open invites the image of Lawrence on top of me; his thick, manly cock deep inside me swelling as he prepares to fill my eager, waiting pussy, claiming me for his own.

I giggle a little at the thought. I have no way of knowing what Lawrence’s cock looks like since I’ve never seen it, but somehow I assume he must be particularly well-endowed. I hope for a brief moment that I’m not setting myself up for disappointment when I come face to face with reality, but the next moment I can’t think about anything because my pussy is tightening and tightening and tightening and my toes are curling and a warm, pulsing sensation begins in my stomach just before my clit lights up like the sky on Fourth of July and I scream and shake and spasm on the couch like I’m being shocked by a thousand little strikes of orgasmic lightning and I cry over and over, “Oh yes, fill me Daddy! Fill your pussy! Make me yours!”

The orgasm is so incredibly powerful it takes several minutes before I can pull my fingers out, nearly peaking again from the sensation of them sliding inside my wet pussy. I feel a strange emptiness and I laugh again through ragged breaths as I think about how attracted I am to a man I’ve never seen naked.

I close my eyes and rub my thighs together, drinking in the sensations that pulse through me. I am so distracted I don’t hear the doorbell at first. When it rings a second time, I glance at my phone. I stare blankly at the time for a second then leap to my feet. It’s 10 a.m. already! I told Lawrence I would be ready by 10 a.m. and I haven’t even showered! I feel a sinking feeling.

I always do this. I always forget things and make a fool out of myself. My heart drops further as I realize there’s no way Lawrence will ever want me the way I want him. He could have anyone. Why would he want a stupid, forgetful, boring—

“Wendy? Are you going to answer your door, or do I have to crawl in through the window?”

The sound of Lawrence’s voice is heaven on earth and before my brain can remember I’m supposed to be ashamed I jump up, pull on my pajama pants, and answer the door.