Why do I care if he knows I was spreading jealous wings? Because I look pitiful. But fine. I’ll tell him. He might as well know my thoughts. It’s not as though I can control them. I’ll probably have this same concern again in a few days and again next week.
I wince when I release my arms to push off the wall. It takes me a second to get my balance before I turn around and face Daddy. He’s exactly where I thought he would be.
He smiles warmly. “Come, Little one. Talk to me.”
I shuffle closer, beyond aware of my nudity in contrast to his fully clothed self. It’s always like this. Me naked. Him clothed.
When I reach him, he meets my gaze. “Feet wide. Hands behind your back.”
I obey, shivering.
“Good girl. This position makes you feel vulnerable.”
“Yes, Sir,” I mutter. Very vulnerable. Darn him.
“Pull your shoulders back. I never want to catch you doing anything to try and shrink. Your tits are amazing, Simone. My cock gets hard from looking at them. Do not hide them from me.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Now, what do you want to tell me?”
I draw in a deep breath. “My mind wanders sometimes and convinces me I don’t deserve you or that you’ll get tired of me.”
He inhales slowly. “Go on.”
Ugh. “I was thinking about how you sort of dominated me in your office. It was subtle. It wasn’t like what you’re doing now. But I pretended you were my Daddy anyway.”
He gives me a small smile. “Caught that, did you?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“And…”
“I started thinking stupid thoughts about you going back to work in the fall and some new girl coming into your freshman English class and making googly eyes at you like I used to.”
“Ah. And you think I would go for the newer, younger version?”
“Maybe?” It sounds silly out loud.
He leans forward, putting his elbows on his knees. “Simone, it’s okay for you to feel insecure. I get it. We’re just getting started. And it’s even okay if you feel insecure months from now. It won’t change how I feel about you.”
“Okay,” I say softly.
He leans back. “Do you know how many women I’ve dated since I met you?”
I shake my head. Do I want to know?
“None. I haven’t slept with anyone since we met, either.”
I gasp.
“Yep. Because I only had eyes for a certain Little girl I could not touch. I couldn’t get you out of my head. You burrowed into my brain and stayed there. So, I waited. And waited. And waited. And now you’re here. You’re no longer my student. You’re my perfect Little girl. We’re not playing a game here, Simone. I’m not going to look around the classroom this fall and find some other woman. This is a once-in-a-lifetime deal. How many eighteen-year-olds have you met who are aware they’re Little?”
I’m struggling to keep up with everything. He’s blowing my head off my shoulders. Goosebumps rise all over my body. But I’m not cold.
I focus on his question, the last thing he said. “None. That’s why I didn’t really have many friends until I met Natasha.”
“Do I seem like the kind of man who doesn’t know his mind?”
