Dominant Fireman Daddy by Scott Wylder
CHAPTER FOUR
Talia
We drink cocoa, he orders pizza, and we watch movies the rest of the afternoon. He gave me some sweatpants and a t-shirt to wear while my clothes were washing. The big white blanket was fuzzy like a polar bear. He ordered plain, cheese pizza just for me. It was like he knew; he didn’t even have to ask. He got a calzone for himself and a side salad. Old people and their salads.
I was sad when the princess movie was over. They are so short, but we had already watched two and I did not want to outwear my welcome. My clothes were clean and dry from “falling” into the canal. I wasn’t ready to tell him how I ended up in the canal this afternoon let alone why my home is a Chevy Neon with a dented bumper. As the credits roll, I know I have to say something.
I stand up. “Thank you for having me. It was a lovely time. Thank you especially for the pizza.” I say, remembering my manners. “And if you don’t mind, I will take a to go box for the pizza, my clothes, and I will be on my way. I stand waiting for him to grant my wishes and send me on my way. He does not move.
“Okay, just my clothes then and I will be headed back. Thank you for saving me, very heroic. I’m sure you’ll go viral online, get a medal from the mayor or something…”
“Where am I supposed to take you?” He takes a step closer to me. I am struck by how handsome he is. His eyes kind, his jaw straight, and his chin strong.
“I can just walk, it’s not far. I will avoid any bridges. I will stay safe. My clothes, please, Sir” I try to sound casual. I fail.
“You are a grown woman” he says.
“I’ll be twenty-four in three months” I say. He chuckles. I don’t see what is so funny.
“You are free to go. I’m not keeping you. And I will drive you wherever you want. It is no trouble.” He says, but if it is not too much trouble, why is he waiting? “But I’d like you to stay.” I once again do not know what to do. I wonder what’s the catch. He reads my mind.
“There is no catch.” He says, taking a step back giving me as much room as I need to decide. “You do not owe me anything. It is just that I would worry about you. I’d worry about you all night sleeping in your car.” I think about sleeping in the back of my car using my clothes as a pillow. My neck hurts just thinking about it, I can never stretch out. “That, and it is supposed to freeze tonight. I wouldn’t leave my plants out the porch, let alone someone I care about.”
I about lose my balance at that last part. Someone cares about me. I wonder. I think about it for a second, he reads my face almost as well as he reads my mind. “If it makes you feel better, how about we go get your car and park it in the driveway so at least you will have your things near.” He offers. It doesn’t sound half bad. “Your car and your clothes will be safe and near you tonight and we will see what to do next in the morning.” Still waiting for the catch. “You can sleep in my guest room.” I roll my eyes. I’ve heard that before. “I promise. You will have the guest room. I will sleep in my room. You will even have your own bathroom. We don’t even have to speak to each other until breakfast.”
I look into his eyes. I don’t know if it is true sincerity or if he is just trustworthy because he is a firefighter, but I believe he will not hurt me. I believe he wants to save me and will not rest until he knows I am safe, not only from the canal but from the cold streets. “Okay, but I will have my car and I can drive off whenever I want,” I say.
“You’re the boss.” He says as he goes to get his keys. He says that, but I think I’d rather have a Daddy than be the boss.
We go get my car parked on a side street that does not have metered parking. I follow him in my car back to his place. Walking in a second time makes it feel more like I’m invited guest rather than a damsel in distress. I grab some pajamas, a cute dress for tomorrow, my toothbrush, and a small stuffie. I convince myself this is a sleepover. I hope he lets it feel like a slumber party. Although I would not mind if it were more. He is so ruggedly handsome and strong, but also kind. If he wanted me, I’d let him, but he’s right. If it were too soon, it would feel like I was paying him back, and I don’t think he wants that. I’m not used to having anyone be so nice to me. I mean, there have been other Doms. There have even been other Dom Daddies who indulged me in Little fantasies, but they never really took care of me. I have been mistreated. I have been ignored. He says he’s a Daddy. He will have to prove it.
He is waiting for me at the door. He unlocks it and outstretches his hand to hold my bag. “I’ve got it,” I say. He steps aside so I can walk in first. I stand there not quite knowing what to do next. I am suddenly very tired and just want to lie down.
“Your bedroom is just to the side here. My room is on the other side of the living room, you won’t even know I’m here.” He leads me to another “wing” of the house. It is the older part of the house. The master suite where he sleeps must be a new addition. There are two bedrooms on this wing and a bathroom. I can see from the hallway the other bedroom is set up like an office. The spare bedroom is done in beautiful quilts in pinks and blues that look like they were handmade by someone’s grandma. It is not too girly, not too folksy, it is just the right kind of cozy. There is a diffuser light on the dresser. I go over and look at it. I turn to him and smile.
“You like the diffuser?” he asks. I nod. “Yeah, and you can put water and essential oils in it to relax you. It even puts out a quiet mist like white noise to help you sleep.” He comes over, opens the top drawer of the dresser, and pulls out two vials. “Lavender or vanilla?” I reach up and kiss him. I am just so happy and so taken care of, I can’t help it. I kiss him so he knows that I am grateful, so he knows that I want him. He kisses me back, but then pulls away.
“Look, Talia.” He takes me by the shoulders and takes a step back. “You don’t have to do that, I told you.”
“But I want to.” I lean in and try to kiss him again.
“No, Talia.” He steps back, unhands me, and goes towards the door. He turns to me and says, “You are lovely. I would love to. But you have had a big day and need your rest.” I pout. “A Daddy knows when his Little needs her rest, and you need some rest, Baby Girl. Now you turn that frown upside down.” I smile, but only a little. “Sleep well, Little One, and I will see you in the morning.” I nod. “Waffles or pancakes?”
“Waffles.” I smile for real this time. I jump up and down.
“Okay then, get some rest.” He closes the door and leaves.
I choose vanilla and drop a few drops of oil into the diffuser and turn it on. There is a soft light like a nightlight so I will be less afraid. Soon the room smells familiar and delicious. I turn out the rest of lights, get under the covers and try to go to sleep.
It is of no use. I do what I haven’t been able to do in weeks since I got kicked out of the apartment.
