Dominant Fireman Daddy by Scott Wylder
CHAPTER SEVEN
Frank
Talia staying with me is working out well. She is on a schedule, so she does not stay up all night watching cartoons or reading endless books about folk tales. She said it’s research for when she goes back to school. I want to encourage her in her studies, but she does need her sleep. I see her valuing herself bit by bit each day. She follows the rules, but I think she is seeing that the rules are in her best interest. She is even learning how to cook, but she’s got a long way to go on that front. Fifteen years in a firehouse will teach you how to put a meal together, especially for a group. I am just so proud of my Little.
Things on the romantic front are a little slow. Sometimes she acts like she likes me, sometimes I am not so sure. She will cuddle with me on the couch. She will hug me tight when I come home from the firehouse and kiss me goodbye in the morning. Other than that, she treats me less like a Daddy and more like a brother. I will take her to “Recess” this month. Maybe she will find a Daddy that is more her type. It will break my heart, but she needs to find a good Daddy that will treat her right. I also deserve finding a Little that wants me. I want to be make my Little feel safe, but I don’t just want to be a safe bet.
I gave her a cell phone. She needs a way to get ahold of me. I want her to make more friends, but she does not seem to be interested. Once she gets more self-esteem, maybe she will be more ready. Yet another reason to bring her to Recess. She needs a playdate with some other Littles that share her interests. She must be awfully lonely. She needs more than me, but I wish she wanted me more.
She texts a lot. Every time she does, it makes me smile. I just wish she would send me more than emojis and selfies in her cute outfits. She seems to enjoy the kitten motifs the best. She asked for kitten ear headphones for her cell phone, a small indulgence. Is she trying to tease me? Enticing me? Should I make more of a move?
“When are you coming home?” I get this text from Talia often. She gets bored sometimes, even though she has plenty to do.
“Late.” I text back. I get a frown emoji in return.
“What if I told you it was important?” the text pleads.
“Is this an emergency?” I text back with a flat faced “Daddy Emoji” she chose for me.
“It’s important.” She texts back.
My mind reels as to what she thinks “important” means, yet not warranting a full emergency. She knows better than to fib. Maybe the dishwasher is flooding the kitchen. Maybe the Wi-Fi is down. Maybe there is a noise outside that scares her and she is confused, but not in danger.
“Problems with the Little Miss?” Chris asks me. I don’t tell him the full story about how she is not MY Little, she is just a Little and I’m helping her out.
“Kind of,” I say. He reads my face.
“Do you need to knock off early?” He says, “It’s pretty slow and we got enough coverage. Cheryl is coming in at three, and there would be too many chiefs at that point if you ask me.”
I stroke my nonexistent beard in thought. No beards for firemen, our masks can’t make a good seal against smoke unless we’re clean shaven.
“Look, if we need you, I’ll beep you. You’ve got your leash, right?” He is talking about the station issued cell phone that is supposed to always be on. I nod. His voice suddenly low and with concern. “If she needs you, then go.” I grab my keys and go home to see what is the matter.
I walk in and there is no fire or smoke, so that’s good. Actually, the house smells like lavender. The house is clean. There is a freshly baked pie on the counter. Looks like cherry, my favorite.
“Talia? Are you okay?” I walk further into the house. I go down her wing of the house and she’s not there. I saw her car in the driveway when I drove when. And that is when I saw them. Rose petals leading down the hall to the master bedroom. I could get angry about being wasteful or concern over staining the carpet, but she means well. This is also a bit of reverse seduction, but at least I am not concerned about her signals.
In the bedroom is Talia. She is lying on the bed wearing pink cat ears, just pink cat ears.
“Are you trying to tell me something?” I ask as I start to take off my boots.
“Meow?” She purrs.
“So are you a cat now or a Little.” I ask still removing my clothes to join her.
“I’m yours, Daddy.” She says in a baby voice. “I’m yours. I’m your Little.” I remove my shirt, my pants, and my socks. I stand at the edge of the bed in just my boxers. She made me wait this long, I’m going to make her earn it.
“You’re my Little, Huh?” I ask. I run a finger across her foot with just the right amount of pressure not to tickle, just enough to squirm. So, she knows she’s caught. “How do I know I’m your Daddy?” I start to suck on just her big toe lightly. They are painted a pale pink. She looks like she prepared her body to be eaten from head to foot, and especially in between.
“I’ll do whatever you want, Daddy.” She pants. “Whatever you want. I want you.” I stop kissing her feet. She looks me in the eye. I know its true. The truth of her desire goes straight to my cock which is already hard and getting harder. She smells sweet like apricots and sugar.
That’s enough for me. I pull her by her ankles toward the edge of the bed her legs on either side of my hips. I lean over and kiss her like I have imagined for so long. I hold her close to me. I grind into her; her hips grind up to meet mine. I can feel she is already wet. That is just a start.
I kiss her neck and down in between her perfect breasts. I stop at her navel, and she squirms. I know what she wants. I go back up and give each perfect breast the attention they deserve. I use my whole mouth covering her nipple, sucking, and flicking it with my tongue while I knead the other with my whole hand, my hand plucking the nipple to attention. Then I switch. She seems like she is about to come just with this.
“No, Kitty Cat,” I stop. “Not yet.”
“But I want to. I want to come for you.” She says scooching closer to me, her hot, wet pussy so close to my face it would fog my glasses, if I were wearing glasses.
“Did I give you permission, Kitty Cat?” I growl. It is full on Daddy mode now. If she wants to play, we are going to play.
“Please.” She says in her baby voice. “Please, Daddy, I need it.”
“You will come when I tell you.” Her eyes spark with desire. “Turn over.”
“But Daddy…” she says. She is single minded of purpose. She needs to learn. She wants me to teach her.
“Turn over. Don’t make me tell you again.” She does as she is told. Her ass is like a perfect peach, round and ripe. I smack it and it gives a most satisfactory jiggle. I can barely stand it, it’s so cute.
“Are you going to do what you’re told?” I ask.
“Yes Daddy, I promise.” She wiggles her butt waiting for another spanking.
“I am not so convinced,” I say. She made me wait, now she’s going to wait. Making me ache for her. Wondering if I’m enough. Wondering if she’s into me. She’s going to have to pay for that. She wants to pay for that. She’s earned it.
She turns her sweet face to me, the kitty ears all askew, “Please Daddy, teach me. I want you to teach me. I need it. I need you.” With that, I am rock hard, and I spank her with the palm of my hand until it is red. I am careful to redden each side. Symmetry is everything. With each smack, I feel her will, her resistance, all her fear drift away. She cries out. I know she is not really hurt, but we have not established safe words yet, being this is our first time together.
“Do you want me to stop?” I ask in a normal voice. This is her choice.
“No. I need it. Keep going.” She gasps. “I need it. I need you to give it to me.” So, I do. I spank until she yelps in pleasure. I spank until she cries in pain. I spank until the tears finally fall and she cries hard.
“It’s okay, Baby Girl, Daddy’s got you.” I sit on the bed next to her. She gets up and lies her head in my lap like she did when I first took her home. She cries a bit. This is sometimes my favorite part. An orgasm is an orgasm, but the release of emotional tension is the real reward. When a Little really gives in and lets me take care of her, give her the discipline and boundaries she never got but has always craved, when the pain in her body brings to the surface all the pain in her heart and then she cries in my arms is everything. It is everything. It makes it all worth it. The uncertainty, the buildup of trust, it’s all worth it.
“Better now?” I ask. Her breath has slowed, and she is calm. She turns her head and looks up at me. Her eyes are red and puffy making them even more beautiful.
“Thank you,” she says. Her sincerity and her vulnerability make me hard again. She knows what to do.
She turns her head to my lap again, my hard cock so close to her mouth, I can feel her breath through my boxers. I make it a rule never to take my cock out unless invited.
“May I Daddy?” She asks, remembering her manners.
“You may, Kitty Cat,” I say. I lift my hips and lower my boxers letting her do with what she wants.
