for her.
His heart immediately went out to her. He wrapped her up in mental warmth, and in the confines of his mind, pulled her into his lap, and stroked her head. He saw she desperately wanted a father, a protector, someone who would always be there for her.
But she was also a grown woman, and a grown woman with needs, and desires. She wanted, no needed, a father, but also more. Someone who would help her feel good about herself.
She wanted someone to take the pain away. To control her, but in a way that benefited her, and not them. She had never been taught to manage a complicated modern life.
She wanted so much for someone to take the pressure away. She wanted to give her life to someone, and in return, she wanted them to give her life back to her.
That was why it came as a total surprise to her when he said,
“I want you to go to the bathroom right now and take off your bra. Don’t question me, just do it. No one will notice.”
“Why?”
“Because your breasts are beautiful and I want to see them. I want you to tease me with them. No more questions. Go. Now.”
So she did. She went into the bathroom and slipped the bra off her shoulders and stuffed it in her purse.
She felt self-conscious as she walked out of the bathroom, so she held the purse to her chest as she returned to the table. She sat back down in her chair, her back to the room. He was right; no one noticed or even paid the slightest bit of attention to them.
“Good girl. Now lift your arms over your head like you’re going to tie your hair in a ponytail,” he said.
She did as commanded. Lifting her arms stretched her breasts upward, her T-shirt tight across her breasts and she fiddled with her hair.
“Like that?”
“Yes, and lean towards me so that the fabric stretches tight. I want to see your tits.”
His coarse language excited her, and immediately her nipples became erect as she angled her body forward. He looked at her without expression, his eyes traveling over every inch of her breasts. She had small breasts and his hungry eyes made her feel insecure and self-conscious.
“They’re small…”
“No they aren’t. They’re perfect. I like small.”
Her nipples got even harder.
“That’s good. I know how to make you happy…”
She knew where this was going but she couldn’t help throwing caution to the winds. She knew she shouldn’t but it felt right.
“What should I call you? I don’t know your name.”
He looked at her without responding, waited a beat, then said,
“What would you like to call me?”
“I’d like to call you Daddy. I never had a real one.”
“Very good. Your journey is going to be based on nurturing and kindness, not indifference. So yes, call me Daddy.”
“OK, Daddy,” Mia said, happy, relaxed, and feeling secure for the first time in months, as the warmth and wetness trickled into her panties.
“When do I begin my journey?”
“Open your eyes, look within. Are you satisfied
with the life you’re living?”
Bob Marley
Chapter 15
Mia left the bakery in a hurricane of conflicting feeling.
But the overriding, and most confusing feeling she had was one of safety. She felt safe for the first time in her entire life. It was like Daddy understood, without being told, what she wanted and needed. She couldn’t believe that. How could he possibly know?
Daddy? she thought to herself, what a ridiculous name. Why did I want to call him that? Even so, it felt accurate. It felt so perfectly right that she couldn’t think of any other name that fit.
He was her Daddy. She wondered what his real name was. Then decided she didn’t care.
He was her Daddy.
There was something else. It felt like he was somehow inside her. Not invasive, or invading her privacy, but softly, like he was caressing her. It was like, once she dropped her defenses, he reached inside her and took her fear away, and replaced it with strength.
She could practically feel him
His heart immediately went out to her. He wrapped her up in mental warmth, and in the confines of his mind, pulled her into his lap, and stroked her head. He saw she desperately wanted a father, a protector, someone who would always be there for her.
But she was also a grown woman, and a grown woman with needs, and desires. She wanted, no needed, a father, but also more. Someone who would help her feel good about herself.
She wanted someone to take the pain away. To control her, but in a way that benefited her, and not them. She had never been taught to manage a complicated modern life.
She wanted so much for someone to take the pressure away. She wanted to give her life to someone, and in return, she wanted them to give her life back to her.
That was why it came as a total surprise to her when he said,
“I want you to go to the bathroom right now and take off your bra. Don’t question me, just do it. No one will notice.”
“Why?”
“Because your breasts are beautiful and I want to see them. I want you to tease me with them. No more questions. Go. Now.”
So she did. She went into the bathroom and slipped the bra off her shoulders and stuffed it in her purse.
She felt self-conscious as she walked out of the bathroom, so she held the purse to her chest as she returned to the table. She sat back down in her chair, her back to the room. He was right; no one noticed or even paid the slightest bit of attention to them.
“Good girl. Now lift your arms over your head like you’re going to tie your hair in a ponytail,” he said.
She did as commanded. Lifting her arms stretched her breasts upward, her T-shirt tight across her breasts and she fiddled with her hair.
“Like that?”
“Yes, and lean towards me so that the fabric stretches tight. I want to see your tits.”
His coarse language excited her, and immediately her nipples became erect as she angled her body forward. He looked at her without expression, his eyes traveling over every inch of her breasts. She had small breasts and his hungry eyes made her feel insecure and self-conscious.
“They’re small…”
“No they aren’t. They’re perfect. I like small.”
Her nipples got even harder.
“That’s good. I know how to make you happy…”
She knew where this was going but she couldn’t help throwing caution to the winds. She knew she shouldn’t but it felt right.
“What should I call you? I don’t know your name.”
He looked at her without responding, waited a beat, then said,
“What would you like to call me?”
“I’d like to call you Daddy. I never had a real one.”
“Very good. Your journey is going to be based on nurturing and kindness, not indifference. So yes, call me Daddy.”
“OK, Daddy,” Mia said, happy, relaxed, and feeling secure for the first time in months, as the warmth and wetness trickled into her panties.
“When do I begin my journey?”
“Open your eyes, look within. Are you satisfied
with the life you’re living?”
Bob Marley
Chapter 15
Mia left the bakery in a hurricane of conflicting feeling.
But the overriding, and most confusing feeling she had was one of safety. She felt safe for the first time in her entire life. It was like Daddy understood, without being told, what she wanted and needed. She couldn’t believe that. How could he possibly know?
Daddy? she thought to herself, what a ridiculous name. Why did I want to call him that? Even so, it felt accurate. It felt so perfectly right that she couldn’t think of any other name that fit.
He was her Daddy. She wondered what his real name was. Then decided she didn’t care.
He was her Daddy.
There was something else. It felt like he was somehow inside her. Not invasive, or invading her privacy, but softly, like he was caressing her. It was like, once she dropped her defenses, he reached inside her and took her fear away, and replaced it with strength.
She could practically feel him
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