Daddy’s Shy Little Girl by Jess Winters
CHAPTER NINE
Janny
He is powerful.
God, he is so damned powerful.
It feels as though he’s some kind of god and not a man. It’s not the first time I have felt that way about him but I can’t help but think of that as he takes me in his arms. He’s beyond anything I have ever imagined or experienced. All of those times I imagined a Daddy were perfect. They allowed me to imagine the perfect Daddy, a Daddy who was somehow unlimited by any kind of limitations reality might place on a person.
That was the man I imagined.
This man is so much more.
This man is beyond anything I can imagine.
This man is so very much better.
Donnie is aggressive as he gets me undressed and then he stops, suddenly. He looks at me and says, “For too long I’ve been worried that I’ll end up hurt, like my ex hurt me. I’m sorry. You’re not my ex and I shouldn’t—” I cut him off with a kiss.
I don’t want that.
I know he has a past, and I know his past hurt him but that doesn’t matter to me. What matters is right now, and right now I have the man I love, and that’s all I need to have. I need nothing else at all because I have him, and I certainly don’t need to him to explain himself.
He’s allowed to have a past.
As long as he realizes he has a present.
He has right now, and he has it with me. That’s all he needs to worry about.
He certainly seems to understand that. If he hadn’t paid for the expensive cocktail dress I wear, I might be worried about how easily it tears as he gets it off me. I am almost unable to participate as my clothes come off until I only wear my engagement ring.
Jesus, Christ, I’m engaged!
I’m engaged, and my fiancé is right there in front of me, making sure I understand how much I belong to him. The feel of his hands on my body is overwhelming. Once I’m naked, he just lifts me up and carries me to the hotel bed. I am completely overwhelmed. I want to participate more, to make it clear to him how happy I am that he proposed and that I accepted. I can do nothing other than just accept what he does, though.
In short order, he is above me and the weight of his body on mine is exquisite and beautiful. I feel his thrusts as I wrap my legs and my arms around him, and everything feels perfect, like this moment, this exact moment, is what is meant to be. This man is perfect. This man is wonderful. This man is incredible.
This man is my Daddy.
For so long, my mind has been filled with the desire for a relationship that fulfills me and instead, I’ve been given a relationship that goes beyond anything I can imagine.
I have Daddy.
I’ve masturbated about having a Daddy but none of what I imagined during those times can compare to the reality of the perfect Daddy who moves his hips above me and claims me as his own. “Daddy!” I cry, as my orgasm hits, “Daddy! Oh, God! Daddy!”
He says the most perfect thing imaginable. He says, “My little girl.”
That’s it.
I’m his little girl.
That’s all I have ever wanted to be.
