CHAPTER TWO
Jack
I try my best not to jump into things too fast.
It isn’t easy.
It especially isn’t easy as I stand at Tamara’s front door and look at her.
This girl is just about everything I want. She’s beautiful. She’s smart. She’s sexy. She’s sweet.
I take a breath and tell myself how I feel at the moment is exactly how I feel every time I have any interest in a girl. Before I know it, I end up madly in love and full steam ahead. I do this even though it always happens that I end up devastated six months later.
I am so desperate to find my forever little girl!
That doesn’t mean Tamara is that girl. Hell, even if she is that girl, one thing I have to remember is that the key to the success of a relationship has a hell of a lot more to do with what kind of a Daddy I am than what kind of a little girl I get. If Tamara is my forever little girl, I need to handle things the right way.
“I’m taking you to dinner, little girl,” I say almost sternly. “Come with me.”
She blushes immediately and it’s a beautiful look. She asks, “Are you…” Her tone changes and I realize she first intends to give me some pushback but changes her mind. “…sure you would like to take me out?”
I feel emboldened by her response and I nod before I say in a no-nonsense voice. “I’m sure. Let’s go.” God, it feels so good to speak with confidence like that.
She smiles brightly suddenly and she says, “Okay!” and then runs away. I stand there for a moment and then she runs back, breathless and blushing. “Come in, please!” she says and runs again. I chuckle as I step inside and see her disappear behind a door. I’m feeling good, and I know a big part of how good I feel is simply that Tamara is different. It’s like she’s a little girl by nature and not someone who’ll have to be convinced.
Of course, I’m also committed to doing things right this time. Last time, I made the relationship about me. Last time? Jesus, every time. This time I’m going to be the Daddy a little girl needs first. That’s the whole point of a DDlg relationship. Daddies are supposed to protect their little girls. They’re supposed to care for their little girls and to help them grow. It’s an idiotic thing for a man to want the benefits of being a Daddy ahead of the work it takes to do the job right.
I only wait around for about five minutes before she steps out, and she looks absolutely stunning. She has her hair pulled back in a ponytail and it’s secured with a pink ribbon. She has a pink tee shirt with a cartoon character printed on the front, and she wears it well. This girl is lovely and I smile just at the sight of her.
She must have noticed my approval of her outfit in my stare because she blushes and twirls around. “How do I look?” she asks.
“You look beautiful,” I say. “Come on. Let’s go get some dinner.”
I take her to Harry’s Place, a theme restaurant that serves typical diner fare—albeit high-quality diner fare—and features a large arcade attached to the restaurant. I tell Tamara we can play some games after we eat and her eyes light up. “Oh, thank you, Daddy!”
I smile and say, “You’re welcome, little girl.”
A voice in my head tells me it’s way too soon for us to be talking to each other like that. We’ve just met and we’re barely fifteen minutes into our first date. It’s clear that we like each other and it’s just as clear that we’re both in the lifestyle but we really shouldn’t be referring to each other as Daddy and little girl until we’ve had a serious conversation about what that means and that conversation should definitely not happen on the first date.
That voice is correct but it feels so good to hear her call me Daddy and it feels even better to call her little girl, so I don’t correct her when she continues to call me Daddy throughout dinner and I continue to call her little girl.
I order a Triple B—a Barbecue Bacon Bison burger—and for Tami I order a patty melt with curly fries. She makes a face when she takes her first bite and I am stricken with panic. The first date and I’ve already messed up. Way to go, Jack. An hour into the relationship and you’ve already let your little girl down.
God, I need to calm down.
Tami must see the anxiety in my face because she quickly replaces her look of disgust with a smile and forces herself to take a big bit of the sandwich and smile as though it’s the most delicious thing on Earth even though she clearly doesn’t like it.
“I can order something else if you like,” I say. God, I hate how unsure I sound. I just really want this to work.
“No, no, it’s okay, Daddy!” she says. “I mean it’s great!” She takes another bite and manages to barely avoid gagging. “I love it!”
“It’s fine, little girl,” I say. “Let me order you—”
“No!” she interrupts and her voice is near panic. “Please, it’s really good.”
I let the subject drop but that damage is done. The rest of dinner is awkward and tense and though she seems to enjoy herself after when we play games at the arcade, I can tell she’s relieved when I finally take her home.
She talks constantly on the drive back to her place and I can tell she’s trying to make me feel better about botching the date. I do what I hope is a passable job of seeming lighthearted and cheerful but inside I’m devastated.
I really like Tami. I know I’ve jumped the gun on a lot of things tonight but I didn’t jump the gun on my feelings. I really do like her. I really wanted this date to work out and instead I’ve ruined it.
We reach her apartment and I resolve to go out with grace. I open the door for her and escort her to her front door and when we reach the door, I smile and say, “I had a great evening with you, Tami. Thank you for going out with me.”
She looks back at me nervously and I force another smile before turning to leave. She stops me with her hand on my arm, takes a deep breath and says, “I know I wasn’t a very good little girl tonight but I really like you, Jack. Is it okay if we try again?”
I couldn’t feel more relieved if she told me this was the best date she’d ever had.