Page 18 of Tinley's Daddy
Darn it. I really needed to think before I spoke. I knew the answer already. I had a Daddy radar for those types of men, but I should have kept my question to myself. I almost didn’t want him to admit it because once he did, I had to address how I felt about those types of men.
Damon and I were targeted specifically because we were in a DD/lg relationship. Apparently, women who acted, dressed, and spoke like little girls were in demand in the sex trade. Although being marketed as a little girl for sex with men who wanted to live out their pedophile fantasy wasn’t anywhere near the same as what I knew in my heart.
I am a little and I had wanted a Daddy well before I even knew my fetish had a name. But Damon had been my only real Daddy, and he was taken from me. Not all Daddies kept their promises.
I grabbed my cup of tea to have something to do with my hands. Josh continued staring at me. I could hear the wheels turning in his brain. How long would it be before he spoke?
I put him out of his misery.
“I know that was a pretty personal question, but I need to know before I tell you how I got here.” I shrugged. “It might make it easier for you to understand if you are.”
“Up until a few minutes ago, I had thought I kept that side of me in check.” He rubbed the back of his neck.
My stomach flipped.
“You did, for the most part.” I took a sip and put the cup back down on the table. “My boyfriend and I were in that type of relationship. But I’m not a little anymore. That part of me died when they killed… ” My voice trailed off.
I wiped at the tears flowing down my cheeks. Josh wiped at his eyes too.
He stood up and held a hand out toward me.
I hugged myself. “I know you want to hold me, but please don’t.”
He brought his hand back to his neck.
“But you can sit next to me and ask me anything you want.”
Josh bit his bottom lip, and his eyes darted around. He appeared confused, unsure, like he didn’t know how to proceed. I bet he had not had many moments in his life where he wasn’t in control.
Failing to figure out something to say, he took a seat instead.
“So, what do?—”
“Before we get?—”
We both stared at each other, then laughed.
He settled back against the arm of the couch, facing me. I turned toward him.
“Before we get started, let me answer your questions.” He sighed and ran his hand down his leg. “I am a Daddy Dom or was.” He whisperedfuckunder his breath.
I giggled and he glared at me with an amused expression on his face.
“I was a Daddy Dom, but only in clubs and a couple of relationships, but never with a little girl of my own. It was more age play.” He leaned back on the couch. “My best friend, Kyler, he’s a Daddy Dom and he recently met his forever little girl, and being around them, I thought it was reminding me of what I don’t want. But it’s actually having the opposite effect. I owe you an apology for taking advantage of your situation as some opportunity to take care of someone like I crave.”
My eyes grew wide.
“Did I share too much?” He chuckled.
“No.” I shook my head. “Your best friend’s little girl is a full-time little girl?”
“Well, it’s complicated because they are on a break while she finishes school. She’s in New Jersey and he’s in Las Vegas.”
“What do you mean was?”
“I think he’s about to move to be near her.” He shrugged. “Romantic, right?”
“I’m not sure I know what romance looks like anymore.” The huge lump in my throat dropped to my stomach. “Anyway.” I peeked up at him. The amused expression remained.
