"You're not going to come with me?" I ask, plopping down on the end of the bed so Daddy can put my knee-high socks on me.

"No, little one." Kneeling in front of me, my baby blue socks in one hand, he grabs my foot and I let out a squeal. He knows how ticklish my feet are to the slightest touch.

"Daddy! Stop!" I say, kicking out and trying to get out of his grip, but he only holds tighter. He starts biting my toes, making me squeal out even more. "Daddy, please!" I beg, trying to get him to stop tickling me, but he just smiles bigger and keeps at his a.s.sault for another minute.

"All right." He stops nibbling on my toes and slides both of my socks on, up to my knees.

"You're sure this is what you want to wear?" Standing up, he looks down at me with an expression I can't read. He's dressed in a suit and it makes me wonder why he is all dressed up. Maybe he's going back to that stupid restaurant tonight without me there to ruin it. I look down at myself and can't see why I wouldn't want to wear this. This is how I always dress. I'm wearing a blue baby tee that matches my socks, and I have cute matching sneakers that go with them. They've got adorable little hearts on the sides that are adorable.

All I have left to put on now are my white shorts and I'll be good to go. I love this outfit because all the blues match my eyes, and I did my hair in two loose pigtails with matching ribbons. Maybe it's too much blue, but I really like it and I know Daddy's favorite color is blue. He says it's because of my eyes, so that's why I put this outfit together. I thought he would like it, but now I'm second guessing myself. I seem to be doing that a lot lately.

"You don't like it?" I question, looking up at him through my eyelashes.

"If it's what you want to wear, then it's perfect."

I'm not convinced. Something is off, and I can't seem to put my finger on it. Since yesterday everything has seemed off balance, and I'm not sure how to handle it because Daddy always handles everything. I don't like this. It seems like there's this s.p.a.ce between us, which is silly because Daddy has pretty much been inside me non-stop since we got here.

"It just needs one more thing," he says, interrupting my thoughts. "Spread your legs wide for Daddy."

Scooting to the very edge of the bed, I do as he commands, letting my legs fall open.

"Don't make me ask, little one. You know what Daddy wants, and you're going to give it to him because it's your job to make sure Daddy gets whatever he wants. Right now he wants to see your little p.u.s.s.y."

Reaching down, I pull my panties to the side, showing him what he wants. I'm getting excited. I love it when he gets all bossy.

He licks his lips, making me wish he'd put his mouth down there, but instead he just undoes his belt, pulls his c.o.c.k out, and slowly strokes himself. He's enjoying the view of me laid out for him, and I'm enjoying the view of him touching his c.o.c.k.

"Lie back, but keep your legs hanging off the side of the bed and your panties pushed to the side."

I do as I'm told, dropping back onto the bed. Instantly, Daddy's on top of me, looming over me, caging me in.

He places one of his hands next to my head, bracing his body. The other is on his c.o.c.k, his legs between mine. Dipping lower, he rubs his tip over my c.l.i.t, back and forth, making me moan.

"Inside me, Daddy," I beg, but he ignores my pleas and continues stroking himself, rubbing the tip of his c.o.c.k against my c.l.i.t. He's not giving me enough pressure to be able to get off if I want to, however.

"Daddy!" I beg again. "Make me sparkle,"

"No." he grits out. "Tell me whose p.u.s.s.y is this? Who gets to say when you get off?"

"It's yours, Daddy. You. Please."

"Louder." His voice is harsher than normal. Again, he feels...off.

"It's yours. All yours, Daddy, I promise." I'm hoping he'll give me what I need, but I also want him to know that I'm completely and totally his.

"f.u.c.k yeah, it is," he grunts, and I feel his warm release hit my kitty. Some of him splashes on my thighs too.

"Don't move," he says, standing up from the bed. He pulls his phone out of his pocket and takes a picture before sliding it back into his pocket. This is something he's never done before. Reaching down, he releases my hand that was holding my panties to the side, putting them back in place, and then gives them a tap. The c.u.m from his release making them stick to me.

"If you're a good girl tonight, I'll take care of you when you get back to the room, so if I were you, I'd be on my best behavior."

"But I'm so achy all over right now!" I pout and rub my hands over my b.o.o.bs, trying to ease the ache.

"Step in."

He ignores my pleas and motions for me to step into my shorts. I do, and then he quickly puts on my sneakers, double knotting the laces for me. Then he adjusts his suit. Within seconds he looks perfect with nothing out of place.

Suddenly, I remember his comment from earlier. "What was the one thing you said I still needed?"

"You think Daddy would let you go out all alone and not put his c.u.m on you?"

I blush at his words. That's exactly what he just did. He didn't clean it up at all, just put my clothes on over it.

"You never go somewhere I'm not going to be, without my c.u.m on you." He shoots me a hard look. "Got that?"

"Yes, Daddy."

He pulls me from our bungalow and out into the night.

"You're just going to wait out here?"

An uneasy feeling creeps into my system. It's not like I haven't done stuff on my own before, but why would I want to if I didn't have to?

I went to cla.s.ses alone because it would be weird if I needed someone to go with me. Sometimes I stayed at home alone; until I got in trouble. But that happened because Daddy was too busy at work for me to go with him. I would have died of boredom if I had to go with him.

"I'll be right over there." Daddy nods to the bar that sits thirty feet away from the entrance to the club. Sitting at the bar are a few men and women who look about Daddy's age. They're all talking and drinking. I can't help but think to myself how perfectly he'll fit in.

"Okay, I guess."

Leaning up to give him a kiss, I feel him whisper against my lips. "Be a good girl, Haley." He gives my b.u.t.t a soft squeeze before letting go, and it makes me smile.

Two girls come stumbling out of the club, the loud music escaping through the door with them, and they run their eyes over my Daddy. He doesn't seem to notice them because his eyes are still on me.

"I'll be good, I promise," I say, dropping down from my tip toes.

"I'll be right over here if you need me," he says again, pointing to the bar.

Nodding, I make my way through the doors, leaving Daddy behind me.

The music is fun, and I can already feel the bounce in my step as I make my way over to the drink area to order myself something.

I wave for the bartender's attention, and shout over the music. "Shirley Temple," I say, pulling some money out of my purse. "Extra cherries."

When I get my drink, I sit on a bar stool and watch everyone on the dance floor. The colored lights bounce off the walls, illuminating the dancers. It's then I notice how differently I'm dressed in comparison to everyone else. Is that why Daddy asked if I wanted to change into something different? Because he knew I wouldn't fit in?

It dawns on me then that I don't really fit in anywhere-not out at the bar Daddy is sitting at or even in here where everyone is my own age.

The longer I sit here, the more uncomfortable I get, and I fidget in my seat. If Daddy was here, he'd put his hand on my leg and grip it tightly to calm me, but he isn't here.

"Want to dance?"

There's a boy standing next to me. I didn't even see him there. He's taller than me, but my Daddy probably has at least three inches on him. He's got blond s.h.a.ggy hair and blue eyes like me, but his are a shade deeper in color. He's wearing white board shorts and a pink polo shirt, and for some reason I don't like the look. I mean, I love pink, but it looks way better on me than it does on him. How would he ever get a girl dressed like that, I wonder. He should definitely look into getting a suit like Daddy has. Maybe cut his hair.

Not waiting for an answer, he grabs me by the hand, pulling me towards the dance floor. He pushes his body close against mine as he rubs his body on me.

"Hey! You can't touch me like that," I snap, pushing back from him. Daddy would be so mad! No one is allowed to touch me like that, not to mention I don't like it. It feels wrong and different.

"Don't be such a prude. I did you a favor asking you to dance. You look f.u.c.king ridiculous sitting at the bar by yourself dressed like that." He's loud over the music, and he gestures wildly at my outfit. Embarra.s.sment fills me, but it's not like how Daddy embarra.s.ses me. This is so different and it hurts.

Looking around, I can see he's right, though. All the other girls are wearing short dresses, which show off most of their bodies. Their hair and makeup all done up. I'm probably the only person in here wearing sneakers. Or pigtails, for that matter.

He tries to pull me close again, but I push at his chest, making him b.u.mp into the person behind him. I take the opportunity to run from the club. This was nothing like I thought it would be, and I just want to go back to my Daddy, even if it means sitting in that stupid restaurant again. I'll fake a smile, I don't care, as long as I get to be by him.

I thought it would be fun to dance around and sing to the music but this is nothing like the dance party I have at home with Daddy. I thought he'd be coming with me, and when I spot him at the bar, he's sitting between a man and a woman and they are all talking. He lets out the deep laugh I love, and I feel a lump form in my throat.

I can't give him that. I made our outing last night boring as I pouted through half of the meal. When the elegant woman puts her hand on his arm, I feel a tear run down my cheek. He suddenly looks up, as if he senses me, and our eyes meet.

I run.

9.

WILLIAM.

I see Haley run, and I stand up to follow her. "Excuse me," I call over my shoulder as I leave the bar and chase after my little.

I make it down to the beach before I can catch her, and I scoop her up in my arms. She's throwing a fit and kicking out against me. I take her over to one of the cabanas and lay her down, pinning her arms by her side and trying to control her outburst.

"Haley, stop! Calm down, little one. What happened? Tell me what's wrong."

She won't look at me as she cries. She's breathing hard, and I look her over to make sure she hasn't been physically hurt.

"Haley, honey, tell me what happened. Are you okay? Are you hurt?"

"No! I'm just a big dummy, that's all. I'm just some immature kid who doesn't know s.h.i.t."

"Language, young lady." I hate to be stern with her when she's so upset, but she doesn't normally talk that way. "What happened in the club? Talk to me."

"You were right. I was dressed so stupid. I looked like a joke. All I wanted to do was get back to you, but then you were at the bar with those old people, and I didn't fit in there either. I don't fit in anywhere. What's wrong with me?"

She starts to sob, and I sit her up, curling her up in my lap and letting her cry. I rub her back and make shushing noises, trying to give her comfort when she's clearly hurting so much. "Let it out, little one. Let it all out."

It takes a few minutes before her big sobs turn into little sniffles. I lean down and kiss the top of her head, folding her in closer to me. "You fit perfectly right here, little one."

I feel her nod her head, but she still doesn't speak. This is the hardest part of our DD/lg relationship; knowing when to allow her to learn things for herself and knowing when to step in.

"Haley, my sweet love, you don't have to fit in anywhere but with me. It's okay if you try new things. This is a part of life, trying new things and discovering what works. I want us to be able to do everything together, but the reality is that sometimes you have to see for yourself. The things I love the most about you are how young and spirited you are. I love your brattiness and the fact that you own your feelings. If you want to pout, you pout. And if you want to stamp your foot, you definitely stamp your foot."

I feel her laugh a little and I keep going.

"We both work better when I'm in control and I make the decisions for us, but every now and then, you have to be a big girl and do something outside your comfort zone. What kind of Daddy would I be to you if I didn't push your boundaries and help you be the best little Haley you can be?"

She wipes her face on my suit, and I smile down at her.

"The best part about you is that you are so innocent and sweet, and you always give me everything in your heart. You don't hide your emotions away because you're scared, you embrace your inner little and that only makes me love you more. I adore that you dress like this." I pull at one of her pigtails to get her to look up at me. Her watery eyes connect with mine.

"I don't care what anyone says or thinks when they see you or they see us together. You look beautiful and perfect to me. I want you exactly how you want to be, and if that's in pigtails and lollipops, then that's what I want. If one day you want to wear business suits and heels, I'll love you then too. My connection to you is because of who you are; and when I look at you, and I see you smile, nothing in this world is more beautiful than my little Haley."

She finally smiles at me, and I can see I've broken through her sadness.

"Do you know what I get from being your Daddy?" She shakes her head and looks up at me with hopeful eyes. "I get to guide you and help you through situations like this. As hard as it is for me to let you fly a little on your own, it's part of my job. I'm with you for the rest of our lives, Haley. I'm here to support you, and teach you, and lead you through obstacles so that the only thing you ever have to focus on is being you and being happy. I love you so much, and being in charge of you is my life's purpose. It gives me inner peace when I dominate you, and it makes everything feel right. So don't tell me you don't fit in anywhere, because you fit perfectly in my heart."

I lean down and kiss her tear-swollen lips. They're so soft and sweet, and as my tongue touches her, she wraps her arms around my neck and pulls me closer. After a few moments, I pull away and look down at her, wiping away the last of her tears.

"You okay, little one?"

"Yes, Daddy. Thank you. I feel better. I think between the boy at the club and seeing you at the bar with that woman, I just exploded."

"What boy?" I try to remain calm as I breathe through my irritation.

"He was n.o.body. He just touched me and it felt wrong, and then he said I was dressed silly, and I got out of there."

I clench my hands into fists and try not to react too quickly. "He touched you?"

"No, Daddy. Calm down. It was just a normal touch, nothing like you do. It's fine. I left to come find you and you were with that woman. Why don't you tell me about that?"

She says the last part with some att.i.tude, and I try to let the club incident go. I'll try to get more out of her later. Right now I want to ease her fears about anything between me and someone else.

"Did you see the man sitting with the woman?"

She looks a little insecure, but nods her head.

"That was her husband. We were just talking, baby girl. They were on a trip for their anniversary. We were just making conversation while I waited."

"Yeah, well, she touched your arm."