Daddy's Little Love: A DDlg Age Play Instalove Romance Read online

  “I should get dressed.”

  “Your clothes should be dry. Do you think you can dress yourself?”

  “I think so.”

  I watched her take her clothes through to the bedroom, staring at that ass of hers in the nightie. My cock was rock hard again.

  It took all of my self-control not to kick the door open and grab hold of her, throw her on the bed and tear that nightie off her, bury my face between her legs and see if she tasted as sweet as she looked.

  When she emerged I had a better hold of myself. “Ready?” I asked.

  “Yep. Thank you by the way.”

  “What for?”

  “Looking after me, taking care of me. Lots of things.”

  I opened the front door and she followed me out. “Like what?” I asked as I held the car door open for her to climb in. I joined her inside, starting the engine and heading away from the cabin.

  She talked as I drove. “For not minding me being a bit weird, for putting me up for the night, for driving me now. I…I appreciate it all.”

  “That’s what Daddy’s do for their little girls,” I said, glancing across to see how she reacted. There was a flicker of a smile there when she stretched her arms out in front of her. “Still tired?”

  “A bit. I bet you’ll be glad to get rid of me.”

  “Not at all. I will need the details of your car so I can contact your insurer and get the vehicle collected and repaired.”

  “You don’t have to do that. I can manage.”

  “I am doing it. Where were you headed last night anyway?”

  “I was on my way to my parents. They wanted to borrow some money. Again.”

  “Why ‘again’ ?”

  “Oh, that’s a long story. The short version is I was taking it to them when I crashed.”

  “You couldn’t have sent it directly to their account?”

  “They don’t have a bank account. Had to be cash.”

  “And you set out in that storm last night to take it to them? Where do they live?”

  “Faddington.”

  “And where do you live?”

  “The city.”

  “You’re a good daughter going that far in those conditions. Stupid but a good daughter.”

  “I’m not stupid.”

  “You were stupid to be driving that fast in a storm. If you were my daughter, you’d be punished for taking such an unnecessary risk.”

  “It wasn’t unnecessary. They needed my help.”

  “And I hope they’re grateful.”

  She laughed. “I doubt it.”

  “What do you mean?”

  She looked at me and the smile faded from her lips. “I don’t think they’ve ever praised me in my whole life. Sorry, not even sure why I’m telling you that.”

  “You can’t mean that. They’ve never praised you?”

  “Really.” She paused and then gasped. “Oh no!”

  “What? What is it?”

  “My money was in the car. We have to go get it.”

  “It will have been washed away by now. There was a river running through here last night. How much were you taking them?”

  “Five hundred. Why?”

  “I will lend it to you.”

  She shook her head as I turned the car off the track onto the main road. “You’ve already done more than enough for me.”

  “It is a loan, not a gift. You will repay it when you can and not before.”

  I heard a sniff and looked her way. She was crying quietly into her hand, wiping her eyes, and refusing to look at me. “

  What’s the matter?” I asked. “Has something upset you?”

  “Why are you being so nice to me?” she asked in a quiet voice.

  “Because you need my help. Now take a deep breath and relax. I’ll take care of the rest.”

  Five

  Cherry

  We were in the hospital until mid-afternoon. He stayed with me the whole time. My Daddy looked after me.

  He wasn’t Daddy. He was Richard White.

  I knew his name. He knew mine. I sat in the waiting room as people walked back and forth in front of us, talking to him the entire time

  He used to be a doctor. I asked why he wasn’t anymore but he just changed the subject. He was fixing up the cabin but that wasn’t where he lived. He had a house somewhere on the edge of the city.

  He asked about me.

  I told him about my urgent need for a job, my desire to make a living from writing if I could summon up the energy to get my laptop open.

  “And your parents?” he asked. “What are they like?”

  I didn’t tell him what they were really like. I just told him they were okay. He didn’t need to know the truth.

  “You don’t need to stay,” I said as the nurse came back to tell me it would be yet another half-hour until my results came back. “I can get a cab to theirs from here.”

  “Nonsense,” he replied. “You are my responsibility until we have this situation resolved. Now tell me what you like to do for fun.”

  The time passed quicker talking to him. It helped to distract me from the other thoughts I’d been having.

  When he got up to fetch a coffee my mind took me straight back to that hug he’d given me in the cabin, the one that was only supposed to warm me up from the morning chill.

  It had warmed me up far more than that. I could feel his cock digging into my stomach and I yearned to reach down and pull it free from his pants.

  My pussy ached with urgent need and I was glad when the hug ended. Much longer and I wouldn’t have been able to resist trying to seduce him and that would have been embarrassing for both of us, especially because I had no idea how to go about doing it.

  He would have just laughed at me. I was surprised he didn’t when I accidentally called him Daddy. I wasn’t even sure why I was doing it.

  That wasn’t true. I was doing it because I really wanted him to be my Daddy.

  He was so handsome and comforting, I couldn’t help it. Even in the hospital, I wanted to climb onto his lap and let him hold me. I resisted. I would have looked insane. But I didn’t just want that. I wanted a lot more from him that I couldn’t have.

  The results finally came back and they meant little to me but he interpreted them easily enough. “Basically, you’re fine,” he said as we got to our feet, heading out to the parking lot. “You’ve been very lucky this time but you must be more careful in the future.”

  I nodded slowly, biting down on the desire to say, “Yes, Daddy.” What was wrong with me? I was desperate to please him. His voice was commanding and disapproving when he told me to be careful and it made me shudder with something I didn’t yet understand.

  I blamed the bump on my head from crashing the car but I knew there was more to it than that. There was something about him.

  It was like how people moved out of his way in the hospital, the way the doctors and nurses spoke to him like he was in charge, answering him quickly with no bluster, none of them ever too busy to stop and talk when he asked them.

  The other patients even stared at him half the time. He seemed to have the same effect on them that he was having on me.

  “I will take you to your parents and then deal with your car,” he said once we’d set off. “I went to the ATM while you were being X-rayed.”

  “You don’t have to do this,” I said. “It’s not your responsibility.”

  “Yes, it is,” he replied. “Now what’s their address?”

  It took half an hour to get from the hospital to theirs. He seemed to know several shortcuts, avoiding the main roads, bringing us out at their house from a direction I didn’t know existed.

  “Just here,” I said, pointing at a terraced row of old mill cottages, theirs the only one with an overgrown garden, the others filled with sweet-smelling flowers.

  “You don’t have to come in,” I said as I climbed out of the car. “I won’t be long.”

  “Nonsense,” he said. “You clearly feel nervous about this and I can help. Besides, you’ll need this.” He got out and passed me a wad of banknotes from his jeans pocket.

  “I will pay you back for this,” I said as we walked up to the front door. I knocked and waited. A moment later, my mom appeared.

  “You were supposed to come last night,” she said.

  “I’m sorry, something happened.”

  “Never mind that. Have you brought it?”

  “Hi,” Richard said, holding a hand out toward her. “You must be Cherry’s mother. A pleasure to meet you.”

  She took his hand, still looking at me, a frown appearing on her face. “Janice Blossom. Who’s your friend, Cherry?”

  He continued as if she’d spoken to him. “Richard White. I offered to give your daughter a lift here. She had quite a scare last night.”

  “Who’s that?” a man’s voice shouted from inside.

  “Cherry and some guy.”

  “Has she got our money? There are only ten minutes until betting closes.”

  Mom looked at me eagerly. “Well? Have you?”

  “Here,” I said, passing her the banknotes. “I need it back though. That’s the rent money.”

  “It’s nearly starting!” Dad shouted.

  “What’s he talking about?” I could see past her into the lounge. The TV was on. “Is he gambling again?”

  “It’s a dead cert, Cherry. We got a tip from a guy at the stables. Look, hadn’t you better be off? We’re quite busy.”

  “Oh, right. Okay. Listen, Mom-”

  The door closed while I was still talking. “You’ve met the folks,” I said, trying to smile. Richard frowned, nodding past me. “What?” I asked. “What is it?”

  “Is that yours?”

  I turned and gasped. I hadn’t even noticed but sitting in a pile by the bin was all the stuff from my bedroom. Everything.

  I ran over, picking up my stuffed teddy, Benjamin. I was hugging him to my chest before I could stop myself. “They told me it could stay here until I wanted to come and get it. “They’ve thrown it all out.” I stared at my childhood drawings, toys, all the old clothes I’d left behind when I’d moved out. “All of it.”

  “Wait there,” Richard said, crossing to the door and hammering on it with his fist. “Open up!”

  “Leave it,” I said, wincing as I knew what was coming. “It’s not worth it.”

  My father opened the door, looking ready to swing a punch. Then he saw the man towering over him and the fight went straight out of him. “Yes?” he said quietly. “Can I help?”

  “Cherry is a wonderful person and you treat her things like this?” He grabbed my dad and pulled him out, dragging him over to the pile of my things.

  “She moved out. She’s an adult. She doesn’t even need that kids’ shit anymore.”

  “You should be ashamed of yourself, doing that to your daughter.”

  Dad grinned suddenly. “Oh, I get it. You’re fucking her, aren’t you? What’s the matter, couldn’t get someone your own age?”

  Richard’s face suddenly lost all emotion. He let go of my father, taking a step toward me, putting an arm around my shoulder, his expression not changing. “We will take these things with us now.”

  Dad tried to speak. “But…”

  Richard held up a single finger. Dad stopped mid-sentence. “Go back inside. Enjoy your horse race.”

  Dad went, turning without another word, and scurrying into the house.

  “Come on,” Richard said, putting an arm around my shoulder. “Let’s get all this in the back of the car.”

  Six

  Richard

  She didn’t say anything while we loaded the car. My heart went out to her. So many things that had just been dumped for the trash collectors to come and remove. Books, drawings, toys, dolls, all of it imbued with meaning. It would all have been crushed to a pulp.

  The compassion I felt for her was nothing next to the anger I felt toward her parents. They hadn’t even asked why she hadn’t turned up last night. All they’d cared about was getting the money off her. And what for?

  A horse race. She nearly lost her life because of a horse race. Lost her rent money too.

  No wonder she’d called me Daddy back at the cabin. It was clear she needed a parent. Those two in there didn’t count.

  Once the car was loaded, I helped her into the passenger seat, noticing her eyes were rimmed red from trying not to cry.

  “It’s all right,” I said, putting a hand on her shoulder. “We can take this stuff to your house where it’ll be safe.”

  “It won’t,” she replied. “I’m about to be evicted from there. That was the rent money I gave my parents.”

  “Okay, then we’ll take it to my cabin. It can stay there for now and so can you.”

  “No, I couldn’t do that. I’ve taken up enough of your time already.”

  “I wouldn’t offer if I didn’t mean it. Let’s go get something to eat on the way shall we?”

  I took her to a cafe on the road back toward the cabin. She sat looking lost on the far side of the table as I ordered for the two of us. “Ice cream and milkshake for Cherry,” I said to the waitress. “And black coffee for me.”

  “Ice cream for breakfast?” Cherry asked. “Not too sugary for your little girl?”

  “You look like you need it. How do you feel?”

  She sighed, putting her head in her hands. “I don’t know why I expected anything different. They’ve always been like this.”

  “Really?”

  “Last time I lent them money, I promised myself I wouldn’t do it again but here I am.”

  “Yes, but if you hadn’t taken them the money, you wouldn’t have had the opportunity to collect your things. Everything happens for a reason, Cherry. Maybe even us meeting so I could gather your things up in my car.”

  “You think so?”

  “I believe in fate, don’t you?”

  She shook her head. “I’ve never really thought about it.”

  “I’ve always wanted someone in my life to look after. I had that nightie waiting because I knew the right person would come along someday and then you appear and it even fits you.”

  The waitress appeared. “Here you go, black coffee for you and ice cream for your lovely daughter.”

  I looked across at Cherry, raising my eyebrows. She just smiled at the waitress.

  “Say thank you, Cherry,” I said sternly. “You must be polite like I taught you.”

  “Thank you,” she mumbled before digging in with her spoon. “Sorry, Daddy.” She giggled as the waitress walked away.

  I sipped my coffee and watched her in silence. This was already going too far. We were going to have to have a proper conversation, one that I didn’t think she was ready to have yet.

  What were my options?

  If she was about to be evicted that meant she’d move back in with her parents or be homeless and I wouldn’t let either of those things happen.

  I could already see how draining it was for her to deal with them for any length of time. I had also seen first-hand just how much they would take advantage of her. She needed looking after properly. To do that I needed to talk to her about a few things first.

  “I like you, Cherry,” I said as she slurped on the milkshake, her lips closing around the straw, my cock twitching at the thought of taking the place of the straw. “But I think maybe you’re right. Maybe you shouldn’t return to the cabin with me.”

  “Oh,” she said quietly, her shoulders slumping. “I get it.”

  “Get what?”

  “I thought maybe…” She faded into silence.

  “Maybe what?”

  “Maybe you liked me.”

  “I do like you and that’s the problem.”

  She looked up, confusion knotting across her brow. “What?”

  “There is nothing I would like more than to develop this relationship with you further but it’s not a good idea.”

  “I get it, I’m too young and too fat.”

  “Hey,” I said, pointing a stern finger at her. “Do not talk about yourself like that.”

  “What? I am fat.”

  “That’s a second warning. There won’t be a third.”

  She shrank away from me. “Okay, okay. I’m sorry.”

  “That’s better. Your age has nothing to do with this. As to how you look, I cannot agree that you are fat. You are beautiful but that is not the point.”

  “So what is the point?”

  “I have certain needs and they are too intense for most people to handle. I am not a good match.”

  She took a scoop of ice cream before answering. I guessed what she was going to say. I’d blown it already.

  “What kind of needs?”

  I leaned back in my chair. “That wasn’t the response I was expecting.”

  She shrugged, taking another slurp of milkshake. “Don’t avoid the question.”

  I managed a smile. “A relationship with me would involve a specific set of rules that most people cannot handle.”

  “Is that why you’re single, Mr. Intense?”

  “Perhaps.”

  “You still haven’t answered me properly. What kind of needs?”

  “This is not the place for that conversation.”

  “Why not?”

  I drained the last of my coffee, waving for a refill before answering. “Here’s what will happen next. I will arrange for your car to be collected and repaired. Or replaced if it comes to that. I will take you to your house and leave you there with your things. You will then choose from two options. One, you forget we ever met.”

  “And option two?”

  I wrote on my napkin before sliding it across to her. “You call me on this number and I collect you and bring you back to my cabin.”

  “That doesn’t sound so bad. I liked it there.”

  “It would be different if you came back a second time. There would be rules. Some of them might scare you.”

  “Like what?”

  I ignored the question. “For now all you need to decide is if you want a new Daddy. If you do, I’m at the end of that number. If you don’t, then that is probably for the best. I am not a suitable match for most people. I need a little girl to look after.”