Page 64 of Daddy's Little Survivor

“Idon’t want to be here. Can we go back? I feel icky,” Monroe said as she tugged on Daddy’s hand.

Nerves ran through her body as they walked closer to the house. She didn't know if she could do this anymore. She had never interacted with another Little before and was worried she would do something wrong.

Monroe didn't want to make Daddy look bad by doing something wrong. That was what worried her the most. She didn't want to disappoint him by not getting along with Charlotte or making a fool out of herself.

In the beginning of her relationship with Jared, he would show her off to his work colleagues, but he stopped doing that after the third time. She kept making a fool out of herself by saying the wrong thing or disagreeing with something, so he had decided that whenever he had people over, she would cook and then stay in their room.

In those times, she would read a lot of Daddy Dom books or even Mommy books. They brought her comfort, and she dreamed that maybe someday she would have a Daddy of her own.

They stopped walking and Daddy got down on his knees and held her face with his hands. She loved it when he did things like this. He didn't make her feel inferior and she knew he would listen to what she had to say.

Daddy had told her several times that he would listen to her every concern and everything she wanted to talk about. He valued her opinion and she loved that about him. He was so opposite of what Jared was, yet he was still a dominant man. That was just another thing she loved about him.

He knew there was a balance to it.

“I feel really icky,” she whispered as she tried not to throw up.

Monroe didn't like meeting new people. It made her feel anxious.

“Are you nervous or do you actually feel icky?” Daddy asked.

She thought about it for a second because she didn't want to lie to him about what she felt like. Ever since he had found her in her car, he had made her think about her emotions and what she was feeling and not push them down. It was weird and she didn't know if she really liked it or not but at the same time, she felt relieved.

She felt like her emotions mattered and they were important. He made her feel like everything she felt and went through were the most important things in the world and it shocked her yet made her want to cry at times. She had never had someone care about her emotions or what she had gone through like that.

“I'm really nervous that Charlotte won't like me,” she whispered. “I'm worried I'm going to do something wrong and embarrass you and make you mad at me or make her hate me. I don't want to do that and I don't want you to look bad at all.”

Daddy rubbed his thumb across her cheek as she talked. He was listening to every word she said and it made her feel cherished at this moment.

“Maybe we should just go home so I can't do that. It'll be better if we just go home,” she rushed out. “Then, then it won't give me a chance to mess up. I did things wrong and made Jared look bad several times and I just, I don't want to do that to you.”

“Oh, Little Bunny,” he whispered. “You won’t embarrass me.”

She shook her head and tried to pull back.

“You don’t know that. I- I could do something really embarrassing and you’ll end up leaving or punishing me.”

He gripped her chin with his hand and held her face still. A twinge of arousal flooded her body at the movement.

“You can’t embarrass me with anything you do,” he said. “And I will never punish you if you happen to embarrass me, which I can tell you won’t happen.”

“You may be surprised,” she mumbled.

She wrung her hands together in front of her, not knowing what else to do. She wanted to leave so she didn’t ruin everything or make Charlotte hate her.

“Now, why do you think Charlotte won't like you?” he asked.

“Because I'm me?” she whispered, kind of confused with his question.

Whywouldshe like her? She hadn't interacted with a girl for over six years, let alone another Little. She was sure to say something or do something wrong and make Charlotte hate her. Or laugh at her.

“No,” he said. “You are not allowed to talk about yourself that way. Remember, it's a rule and if I hear you doing that again, you will be getting spanked.”

She slowly nodded her head and bit her tongue when she wanted to say she was only speaking the truth. How could he think she was talking badly about herself when she was speaking the truth? Weren't people supposed to tell the truth?

Before she could stop herself, she found herself asking. “What if it's the truth? Aren't I supposed to tell the truth?”

Daddy took a deep breath. “It's not the truth. She's not going to hate you because you're you. You're an amazing woman, a lovely Little and Charlotte is going to love you. Finn told me she is so excited to meet you but she's also nervous like you. I bet she's probably thinking the same thing you are.”

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