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  Daddy’s Little Love

  A DDlg Age Play Romance

  Daisy March

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  This book is entirely the product of the author’s imagination. Names, characters, events, and situations are fictional and any resemblance to real persons, locations, or events are purely coincidental.

  All characters portrayed are consenting adults over the age of eighteen.

  No portion of this book may be reproduced in electronic or physical form without express written permission from the author excepting in the context of a brief quotation for review purposes.

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  Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Epilogue

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  One

  Cherry

  My car’s wiper blades were losing the battle against the rain. I knew how they felt.

  Ever since I’d set off it seemed as if the whole universe was trying to stop me reaching my parents’ house.

  Was it bad luck that had them calling me to ask for money in the middle of the worst storm in years? Or was it fate that I was supposed to be driving to them that night?

  When I think back about everything that took place afterward, I’m still not sure. Was it fate that I met my new Daddy?

  I’d never believed in fate before.

  I woke up that morning determined to make a fresh start after a week of struggling with my mood.

  I got out of bed, took one look outside at the weather and noped it straight back under the covers.

  The only good thing to do on a day like that was to create a cocoon of warmth with the duvet and as many blankets as I could rustle up, load some classic kids' TV show on my cellphone, and sit and let the epilepsy inducing flashing images do their work.

  That was when my parents rang. I was curled up entranced by the cartoon antics taking place on the tiny screen when the images vanished, replaced by the word I always dreaded seeing.

  Parents.

  They were ringing again. It had only been a month since I’d last spoken to them and I’d made it clear that I couldn’t help them again. What I said out loud was that if they needed me, I was always at the end of the phone.

  What a stupid thing to say. The kind of stupid thing someone with no backbone would say. Because now they were ringing and I knew exactly what they wanted.

  It was the same every time.

  They wanted money.

  I was on the verge of being thrown out of my house and they still needed cash.

  Emily knocked on my bedroom door. I didn’t answer. I knew what she was going to ask. When was my half of the rent going to appear in her bank account? I was already behind, the lot of the unemployed depressive wannabe writer wasn’t a great one.

  The rent shortfall meant she couldn’t pay our landlord the full amount for the second month in a row. I’d made an excuse for the first month. What was I supposed to do this time?

  How could I tell her I’d agreed to lend it to my parents? After the pep talk she’d given me? How I didn’t need them. They were only using me. I could survive much better without them.

  They weren’t badly off and they certainly didn’t need propping up by their nineteen year old daughter who had her own struggles to contend with. It was time to learn to say no to them. I could do it. I could be free of them.

  I tried.

  I failed.

  I lent them the money last time like I always did despite her advice. I needed parents and there weren’t any others out there about to take their place.

  At some point, I was going to listen to the talk from Emily that I didn’t want to hear.

  The ‘It’s been great but maybe it’s time you move out and I get a more financially and emotionally stable housemate,’ talk.

  I’d had it three times with three housemates since I’d left home and each time was for the same reason. I lent my parents too much money and they didn’t pay it back. I knew they weren’t going to pay it back. They never did. But back then I let myself believe in their good intentions. Too trusting, that’s what I was often called. Incapable of seeing the real world.

  I look back now and wonder who that person was who couldn’t stand up to anyone, who believed in the good in everyone, who trusted everyone, who let anyone and everyone walk all over her.

  I want to defend myself by saying I was young but that would be too simplistic.

  It wasn’t just my age.

  It was more my inability to stand up for myself. That changed, of course, after I met him. A lot changed after I met him and it all began with me setting off from my house with the money I’d fetched from the ATM to give to my parents. My half of the rent.

  It was everything I had left in the world. My parents didn’t have a bank account anymore. No one would touch them. They’d shot down their credit rating the same as they’d shot down mine with all the accounts they’d opened in my name over the years.

  I should have said no to them.

  When my mom rang me and I was still in bed that morning and she started sobbing down the phone because they were so desperate this time, I couldn’t help but be moved. I couldn’t lie to her when she asked if I had anything in my account.

  “It’s supposed to be for the rent,” was the best argument I could offer for not helping them.

  “Please, Cherry, it’ll only be for a week and then we’ll pay you back double, triple even if you’re that greedy.”

  “But I’ll be evicted if I-“

  “You’ll have it back straight away. What if we get thrown out? Would you have your parents out on the streets? How would your father survive?”

  “Mom, I’m not sure I can-“

  “Oh, I get it. More important you spend it on nights out than helping us. We brought you into this world, Cherry. You owe us. That’s how family works.”

  “I’m not spending it on nights out. I haven’t got a job yet and it’s-“

  “I’ll have to tell your father you walked away from us again. It’ll crush him, you know that, right?”

  She knew exactly which buttons to push. Another minute of the call was all it took for me to cave. I would lend them the money. Of course I would. I had no spine.

  The rain was bad when I set off but it didn’t get going until I was out of the city and heading into the countryside. They lived about half an hour away from mine but the journey was slow in the awful weather.

  I couldn’t see the fields, they were lost behind the gray cloud that coated everything, a sheen of spray flying up at me from the cars in front.

  “What are you doing?” I said out loud as I drove. I knew it wasn’t safe. The radio had warned there might be flooding and it always flooded on the roads leading to their house.

  There was no chance of my car getting through. I kept going anyway. They needed my help. Maybe this time would be the last. Maybe they would pay me back. Maybe it wa
s all going to be okay.

  I couldn’t help comparing my parents to Emily’s. Hers came to visit from time to time. The first thing I noticed about them was how affectionate they were. They both hugged her before they did anything else.

  When was the last time my parents had hugged me? I think it was when I told the police it had been me driving the car not my father when I was fifteen.

  I’d gone to court over it and received six points on a license I didn’t even have yet. I came out of court and my father hugged me, told me I’d done the right thing, protecting my parents, helping the family.

  He smelled of drink and sweat as he held me so tight but I didn’t care. I felt loved for the briefest of moments. It was worth it.

  There was never another hug. It was probably the closest we ever were, the two of us. In the cab on the way home, they talked to each other about how much it was going to cost to repair the car.

  They even glared at me like it was my fault as if they’d changed reality so it was me that drove the car off the road while pissed and therefore I was responsible for paying for the damage.

  I turned off the main road and began the slow descent into a valley, the rain getting worse, running down like a river under my tires. From small roads to smaller, I wended my way deeper into the countryside, wondering why I couldn’t stand up to them.

  I think back and wonder if all of it was just my attempt to get another hug from my father. Was I that starved of affection? Or was I just jealous of Emily’s easy relationship with her parents? The calm way they talked to each other without having to work out the subtext, the potential pitfalls of saying the wrong thing.

  Her mother never screamed or slammed doors, never smashed plates or sobbed for hours telling us we’d be better off without her, how she might as well kill herself if we didn’t love her.

  I didn’t notice the deep pool water covering the dip in the road until it was too late. I was lost in a daydream. In it, I arrived home and handed them the last of my cash.

  They took it and told me it was the last time they’d ever do that, that they loved me, that I was the best thing that had ever happened to them.

  Then they both hugged me and we all cried and it was all okay at last. I could get my childhood back and run it again, this time without any of the problems.

  I was smiling when I hit the flooded section, tears forming in my eyes at the thought of both of them embracing me.

  The noise of plunging into the water jolted me back to reality. A plume of spray flew up and the steering wheel jerked out of my hands.

  I lost control at once, the car spinning out of control. I began to scream, wishing someone was there to help me.

  The car skidded out of the far side of the water but wouldn’t slow down, spinning as I flew off the side of the road and down the slippery hillside, the brakes useless as I slammed into a dry stone wall.

  The screeching noise of metal grinding on stone competed with my screaming as the car rolled over, once, twice, and then slammed into something solid, flipping into the air.

  The only thing that stopped me from getting killed was my seat belt. It held me in place even as the car spun over in the air.

  I was shaken like a ragdoll, my limbs flailing as the car rolled over and over. My head hit the side of the door and it all went dark.

  Nothing.

  A light.

  A humming sound.

  I opened my eyes, my head throbbing in agony, my ears ringing.

  I was moving.

  There was more sound, another humming sound that came from far away. I became aware of a blurred figure above me, hood over its head. “Can you hear me?” a distant voice asked, the humming turning into words.

  My eyes closed again.

  The next thing I became aware of was the interior of a car. It wasn’t my car. I knew that before I knew anything else. Then I was gone again.

  Lost in the blackness.

  I woke up again.

  With a monumental effort, I managed to stay awake. I looked around me, my head spinning. I was laid on the back seat of a car. Someone was in the front seat, driving fast.

  “Hold on,” a deep voice said. “We’re nearly there.”

  “Wh…” I managed. I wanted to ask where I was but the words wouldn’t come. I tried to sit up but I couldn’t. My limbs felt like their bones had gone on vacation.

  All I could do was lay back and look up at the roof of the car. It was cream-colored. That’s what I remember from that journey.

  I didn’t feel any pain. During that drive, I felt only a numbness spreading over me, alongside a serene sense of calm.

  The car stopped a minute later and I heard a door opening. I looked up but no one was there. It was the door behind me that had opened.

  “Hold on,” the man’s voice said again, hands reaching in, finding my armpits, lifting me gently from the car.

  I looked up into the eyes of a dark face half in shadow under a heavy hood.

  I knew I was delirious but I could have sworn it wasn’t a man carrying me out of the car but an angel.

  I had a brief image of wings stretching outward but then the rain hit my face and the wind blew the hood down. I came out of my delusion.

  It wasn’t an angel. It was just a man.

  A handsome man yes, but a man all the same. Strong jawline, slightly sunken eyes, earthy brown. Stubble with flecks of gray, a few wrinkles, his hair blowing in the wind. I felt safe in his arms, they seemed so solid.

  He carried me as if I weighed nothing at all, pressing me close to his chest all the while.

  I could feel his heartbeat against my ear as the wind died down. It was a slow and steady beat and it comforted me. My eyes began to close. I was being carried to bed by Daddy. I’d been a good girl all day long.

  “Goodnight, Daddy,” I muttered, yawning loudly.

  Before I knew it, I was asleep again.

  Two

  Richard

  I carried her into the house telling myself she was delirious. That was the only reason she’d called me Daddy. Nothing else. I couldn’t have gotten that lucky.

  I did my best to ignore what she’d said but I couldn’t ignore the way my body responded to the way she said it.

  Already she was having an impact on me and at that point, I’d known her for all of ten minutes. I should not have been getting hard from one word. What was wrong with me?

  There was no way of getting her to hospital yet. The roads were too bad. I couldn’t even call for an ambulance. It would never get through. I was going to have to look after her myself until the rain subsided. I’d have to recall all that information I thought I wouldn’t need anymore. As long as I didn’t fail her.

  My cabin felt a long way away as she drifted in and out of consciousness on the back seat.

  I didn’t want to think about what might have happened if I’d been at home that night instead of driving back home.

  I wouldn’t have seen her rolling down the hillside, her car aquaplaning through the flooded section.

  She’d taken it far too fast.

  Needs teaching a few things about life, I remember thinking at the time when I saw her racing along the road toward me.

  I thought it again when I carried her inside. She needs teaching how to be safe.

  I shook my head. It was not the time to even contemplate such things even if she was into my kind of lifestyle.

  I kicked the front door of the cabin closed behind me. She stirred in my arms but her eyes remained closed. That was for the best.

  When I’d first stared into those emerald green depths, I was momentarily unable to move. She was so beautiful. Far too young and innocent to be interested in a craggy old fool like me though.

  “Can you hear me?” I asked as I lay her out on the sofa. Her temperature was dropping. I could tell that without wasting time fetching the thermometer.

  I ran my hands along her limbs. Nothing appeared broken. She was shuddering and turning blue. Her clothe
s were sodden from the rain. If I didn’t do something quickly she was going to freeze to death long before I could get her to a hospital.

  There was only one thing for it. I pulled her top up over her arms, lifting it as gently over her head as I could. She began to stir, her eyes blinking open but not focussing on me.

  “What are you doing, Daddy?” she asked as I reached behind her back to unhook her bra.

  “I need to get you out of these wet things,” I said as she put her hands on my arms.

  “Oh,” she said with a smile. “If you say so, Daddy. Am I being a good girl?”

  That word again. My cock reacted faster than I wanted, stiffening in my pants as I pulled her bra away to unveil perfect globes of pale flesh, the dark nipples rock hard and inviting.

  “You’re a very good girl,” I said.

  I’m a bad man though, I thought to myself. I shouldn’t have wanted to play with those nipples when she was injured and weak and vulnerable.

  I ignored my feelings, telling myself I was only turned on because it had been so long since I’d had a Little in my life.

  She wasn’t a Little though. She was a woman. Late teens or early twenties. Gorgeous but not a Little.

  I unbuttoned her jeans, ignoring the way her chest rose and fell, pushing those oversized breasts out toward me. With the waistband in my hands, I tugged downward.

  It wasn’t easy. They clung to her hips and the rain made it hard to remove them. In the end, I had to peel them off her bit by bit, sliding them down her legs before tossing them aside.