Daddy’s Fiery Little by Scott Wylder

CHAPTER SIX

 

 

 

 

 

 

Micah

After five weeks, I still find Vanessa’s voice enrapturing. I still find everything else about her thrilling as well. She has taken to being a little naturally and perfectly, but I love more than anything that there is still plenty of fire in her. For many little girls, the beginning of a relationship starts out where they give up almost all of their personality, as though they feel like they have to just blindly accept whatever Daddy says.

Vanessa isn’t like that at all.

She takes to being a little, and she enjoys the girliness of it. She enjoys calling me Daddy and she enjoys that she feels safe with me. This I can tell. She also lets me give her some guidance but she’s recalcitrant about that, careful about how far she lets me see into her mind. She doesn’t fully trust me yet, not with everything.

That will come in time.

I love her strength and her passion. Naturally, I love it regarding sex. In fact, all of these thoughts occur to me as I’m showering after a particularly breathtaking bout of sex that left me almost unable to stand. I definitely love her passion when it comes to sex, no doubt about it at all.

But I love her passion about other things as well. I love the way she approaches life with an almost all or none attitude. She’s either one hundred percent involved in something or she’s not involved at all. So, she’s either uninterested or completely committed. When she’s committed, the effect is almost overwhelming.

She’s never happy. She’s overjoyed.

She’s never sad. She’s inconsolable.

She’s never angry. She’s furious.

She’s a bundle of wonderful, powerful extremes.

I don’t think I have ever met a more wonderful, exciting, or powerful creature. I am so glad she’s not just a cookie cutter girl who fits into some little girl mold and bats her eyes at her daddy like an innocent little stereotype.

God, she’s everything I’ve ever wanted!

I get out of the shower just as she steps into the bathroom.

“Where do you think you’re going?” she asks with a smile. Then, she pouts and adds, “Daddy, I’m still hungry!”

I think it’s a wonder that I even survive the shower!

She has hours left before she will sing but I head into the club to get things rolling. Everyone has welcomed me, and, except for a few minor issues, I have no problems with the employees. There was a little dispute between two servers over tips and Mark, a new bartender, kept messing up with the daily specials. The little kitchen runs without much input from me, and the club is so well organized it’s really a breeze for me to handle.

After an hour, the early patrons arrive for lunch and cocktails, and it takes a great deal of effort to not just run over and pop into her place for a few more minutes with her. It’s a great kind of need, though, a wonderful kind of longing. I feel a lot like a kid with a crush, filled with that all-consuming excitement that somehow pervades every aspect of every day.

I’m a lovesick sap.

God, she has a temper! She doesn’t resist every aspect of guidance or direction but when she does, it’s like she lights up in flames as red as her hair and as hot as her body. Like a match, the flames burn very hot, only to flare and disappear.

I think back to Kelly, how she was so utterly compliant and sweetly submissive. I think about how she eagerly worked on every suggestion. I think about how one day I discovered her name wasn’t even Kelly and she’d done everything just for a thesis, what she hoped would be an expose on the lifestyle. It devastated me, of course.

She never wrote her thesis. A frank conversation from my lawyer ended that.

But back then, I was in love with her.

What I felt for not-Kelly is nothing compared to what I feel for Vanessa. I realize the fact that Vanessa doesn’t just blindly accept everything I say has a great deal to do with that. She makes me earn her trust every single day and when she undertakes a plan of action we might come up with, she does so completely committed to it. God, it can be a battle to get there, though.

I realize I’m smiling like an idiot just thinking about her. I move down to where Mike is putting away bar glasses to help him. He looks distracted.

“What’s up, Mike?”

He shakes his head.

“Come on,” I say. “If something’s wrong, I want to help.”

“Nothing’s wrong,” he says with a nervous laugh. “It’s just there’s a girl who comes to the club every now and then. I just…” His words trail off, but I know exactly what he means.

“Let me know when she’s here next,” I say. “I’ll let you take a break if you want to talk with her.”

“Really?”

“Sure.” We finish with the glasses and he’s definitely got more spring in his step as we do. I wonder if I would make an offer like that if not for how I feel about things with Vanessa. I like to think I am the kind of boss who does things like that, but who knows?

The girl doesn’t show up that night, but it is hard to feel bad for Mike when Vanessa sings and my love for her grows.

Love.

Damn, where does that come from?

It’s true though, or at least it will be. There’s no question in my mind that our relationship is well past the point of being casual. I am falling in love.

The girl doesn’t show up the next night either but on the third night he nervously asks if I’m still willing to cover the bar and the first thought that hits me is how lucky he is to make his approach just as Vanessa gets ready to sing.

She is perfect, as she always is. I notice Mike appears to be doing a pretty perfect job with that girl he likes, too. I stare at the way she smiles and hangs on his every word. When he looks up, I wave for him to stay. Then, when a cocktail waitress comes by I have her drop a message that I’ll cover the bar for his whole shift.

Everything is simply wonderful.

Vanessa finishes her perfect set, and everyone applauds like normal. I pour her wine and step around the bar to greet her.

“Another perfect set,” I say.

“Oh?” she asks, eyes flashing. “Then why were you staring at another girl all during the show?”

I realize she’s serious and I shake my head. “That’s enough, little girl.”

“You’re my Daddy, not anyone else’s!”

“That’s enough!” I say sternly.

“That’s all you’re going to say. Guess it’s a little too hard to give me words of wisdom about why you’re allowed to leer at any girl you want to.”

“I said, that’s enough!”

She throws her wine in my face.

As we stare at each other, Mike comes up with his girl.

“Thanks for covering the bar for me, Micah! This is Jocelyn, Josie. We were sweethearts in high school.”

She’s holding his hand tightly and she smiles and says, “And we’re sweethearts again. Geez! I’ve been coming to this club for weeks just hoping he would ask me out again.”

Then Mike notices I’m covered with wine. “Oh, man!” he says. He reaches over the counter and grabs a bar towel for me.

I take it as Vanessa, angry now because she was wrong, turns around and hurries away.