Daddy’s Terrified Little Girl by Scott Wylder

CHAPTER TWO

 

 

 

 

 

 

Garrett

 

The girl is beautiful.

No, she’s more than beautiful. She’s perfect, with a stunning body, gorgeous curly red hair, green eyes that are bright and soft at the same time, and an ass made perfect for spanking.

She’s beautiful and I’ve got to have her. I will have her.

I am the type of man who gets what he wants. Not because I take things from others, but because I’m willing to put in the work necessary to earn them. In a world where everything anyone could desire is no further than the push of a button, I find that quality to be rare.

I have nothing against technology. Quite the opposite in fact. I think it is wonderful that technology continues to make it easier for people to live productive and happy lives. I don’t think it’s wonderful that so many people abuse those tools to avoid being productive and to substitute happiness with instant gratification. I was raised to believe that if you wanted something, you needed to be willing to work for it and people who refuse to work hard for the things they want in life will never achieve them.

Not that I expect everyone to live like I have. I’ve recently returned to my hometown after two years of living completely off the grid in Alaska. No phone, no television, no computer, no car, not even a weapon other than a survival knife and the bow and arrows I carved for myself to hunt with. It was a demanding life, particularly during the winter when food was scarce and the cold grew from an annoyance to an oppressive and deadly force.

It was a demanding life but a rewarding one. There’s something about relying only on my wits to survive that fulfills me in ways the convenience of modern life never can.  Only on my wits… It’s that word only that’s the problem.

I’m lonely.

While I’d love to pretend I headed out to Alaska just to try my hand at complete self-reliance, a big part of the motivation was Nancy, the little girl who decided she didn’t want me as her Daddy anymore. Two years in Alaska gave me a lot of time to think about things. I think I did all I could to be the Daddy she needed.

The truth is Nancy did everything to be the little girl I needed. That doesn’t change the simple fact that we were not right for each other. It hurt like hell to admit it at the time, and it still hurts because it makes me feel like maybe I will never have a little girl who is right for me or, more accurately, that I will never be right for anyone at all.

I am right for Cora. I know I am. I am right for her, I will have her, and she will see what it means to have a Daddy to care for her, protect her, and to make sure she has rules; boundaries that will protect her and care for her when I’m not present to do it myself. This girl is going to be mine and when she realizes it, she…

“Garret,” Randy says, drawing me from my thoughts.

I turn and look at my cousin. He looks happy, which is wonderful. He was never an unhappy man but he’s different now, and I know it has everything to do with Sara, his little girl. I never even knew he was into ageplay but when I came back and he caught me up, I told him of my experiences. “What’s up, man?”

“We need to kill a bear.”

“What kind of metaphor is that?” I ask. “You mean an elephant in the room or something?”

“No,” he says. “I mean it literally. A family was camping and a bear came into their campsite. The guy was an off-duty cop and he shot it but, of course, didn’t’ kill it. It ran away.”

I stand up and say, “Let me get my rifle.” A wounded bear is deadly.

A few minutes later, we’re in his car. “What do you know about Cora?” I ask.

“I know you need to get your ass to the hotel and ask her out,” he says.

“All right,” I say.

Yes, that’s a deep conversation for us. If anyone else had used those words, it would have been just that statement. With Randy and I talking, it was a whole encyclopedia’s worth of meaning. As we drive to the campsite, I spot the bear and tell him to pull over. The bear has collapsed just to the side of the road. I stare at it for a while and Randy walks up behind me. “Any chance?”

I shake my head. “None at all.”

He sighs as I lift my rifle and take aim.

We drop the carcass off at a game processer. At least the meat will help some poorer families in the area. It still feels sad though, even if it needed to be done. I can’t even be angry at the man who shot it, just trying to protect his family.

By the time we’re back at Randy’s place, I feel a little wiped out. I get into a hot shower to wash away some of the stress, and now that the task at hand isn’t front of mind, my thoughts travel back to Cora. Thoughts along those lines are a hell of a lot more pleasant than thoughts about what had to be done with the black bear.

I get dried off and dressed. As short as our conversation was, the ‘all right’ I said at the end of it was the equivalent of giving my word, and I always keep my word. I get in my car and drive to the hotel, realizing as I do that it’s relatively early in the afternoon, meaning she’s still working.

I head into the lobby. Georgia at the front desk gives me a smile and I say, “Do you mind if I track Cora down. I won’t keep her for more than a minute or two.”

“Be my guest,” she says with a smile, a smile that suggests she knows exactly why I’m there. I check the first floor and see a maid’s cart. I head that direction but it’s a girl named Sonia, not Cora.

I find Hannah on the second floor.

I find Vicky on the third floor.

Finally, on the fourth floor, I find Cora finishing a turnover, preparing a room guests checked out of for new guests. She stops when she sees me and smiles. “Are you lost?”

I shake my head. “On the contrary. I just found what I was looking for.” It takes her a moment to realize I’m talking about her, and when she does she blushes in the most beautiful way.

“How can I help you?” she asks. She’s so damned bashful at the moment, shifting from foot to foot and making eye contact only briefly. She’s so damned adorable I want to close the door to the room and give her half a dozen ways she can help me!

Instead, I say, “I want to take you to dinner tonight. When are you off?”

She blushes a deeper shade of red and says, “My shift is over at six. Maybe you can meet me at my room at seven? I’m in Room 204.” I don’t tell her I know exactly what room she’s in.

“I’ll see you then.”

“Casual or dressed up?” She asks.

“What would you like?”

“I… I want you to tell me,” she says a little nervously. There is no reason for her to be nervous about that. It’s music to my ears.

“Casual,” I say. “I’ll see you then, little…” I take a breath and cough to cover up what I almost said. “Little after seven, actually.”

“Okay,” she says, and I leave.

This girl is everything I want but as I get in my car to head back to Randy’s place, it’s hard not to think I’m putting the cart before the horse.