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"That's great," I told her, reining in my excitement. "I'm actually a Daddy, too, so that works out perfectly." She frowned as she raised an eyebrow at me.

"You're a Daddy?" she asked, and I nodded. Looking me up and down, she shook her head. "I'm not buying it." Giving her a mischievous smile, I nudged her foot under the table.

"Why not give me a chance to prove it to you?" I offered, my voice low and husky, full of lust. "Let me show you what kind of strict Daddy I can be?" A smile spread across her face, and she leaned forward.

"Alright, I'll bite," she finally decided as she ran her foot up and down my leg. "After dinner, I want you to take me home and show me what it's like. Come tomorrow, I'll make up my mind." Nodding in agreement, I leaned back and lifted my wine glass in cheers.

"To us," I toasted. "Tonight, we finally find happiness in each other." We clinked our glasses together just as our meal finally came out of the kitchen.

CHAPTER NINE

Lana

Yes, I finally admitted it out loud. I was a Little, and it felt good to finally get it out in the open. The fact that I had lived in the big city for the last few years and never managed to get a Daddy made me think that something was wrong with me, but, now that I had finally admitted it to someone who liked me anyways was very freeing.

The fact that I had been dumb enough not to notice that Roger James was a Daddy infuriated me, and I couldn’t believe I hadn’t noticed. All the telltale signs were there, but, after seeing the way he had been a grouch all week had tricked me into thinking that, maybe, he wasn’t. Now that he had confirmed it, I felt much better about the crush I had on him over the last week.

In all honesty, I felt as though I should have known ever since he brought me to Ghepetto’s. It was the fanciest place in town, and no one really came here without planning to pay a high price. Now that it was out in the open, I was genuinely curious as to what kind of Daddy Roger was.

I like Daddies who are extremely strict and not afraid to act selfishly in bed. While most women insisted on receiving their pleasure as well, I found more pleasure in absorbing the rough movements of the Daddy who claimed me as their own. I hated when they were gentle and played with my body. Instead, I preferred what I considered true domination.

Dinner seemed to drag out forever, and I was just starting to wonder if Roger had changed his mind when he finally accepted the check and went to pay the bill. He never once informed me how much it was, but I did hope it wasn’t a lot. I didn’t want him feeling like he got cheated. Once the bill was paid, he helped me into my coat, and I followed him back outside into the cold, snowy night.

“After you, Little One,” he purred softly as he held open the door, and I already found myself regretting my choices. The way he said it made him sound like one of those gentlemen Daddies that preferred my pleasure over their own, and I started to wonder if it was too late to change my mind as I got into the car. Once he was inside, he turned to look at me. “So, my place or yours?” Shrugging, I decided to test him.

“Whichever you prefer is up to you,” I replied, giving him a mischievous smile. “I’m not very picky.” He chuckled as he started up the car.

“Do you mean that in more than one way?” he asked as we started down the snowy street. “Or is there something else you’re not telling me?” Again, I shrugged, not wanting to help him out too much.

“I mean it in every way,” I reassured him. “You’re the Daddy, so, therefore, you should be the one calling all the shots.” A cold glint shined in his eyes as he nodded in response.

“I see now,” he agreed with a smile. “I’m definitely going to have fun with you.” The cold, harsh way he said it made me worry a little as we drove along, but my heart was racing enough that I was quickly distracted. Gone was the Scrooge that I had known all week, and I began to wonder about the man beside me.

He didn’t live too far from my parents’ house, which was a huge relief when I came to realize it. If things got too crazy or out of hand, I could always walk home and call a cab to work the following morning without having to worry too much. As we got out of the car and approached the brightly lit Christmas display in his yard, I found myself smiling at how warm and cheerful it all was, realizing that his Christmas spirit was still there. As he unlocked the door, I smiled at him.

“Did you do all this yourself?” I asked, the child-like wonder shining through my voice. He chuckled as he held the door open for me.

“Get inside, and stop teasing me,” he demanded, his voice cold and calculating while also surprisingly pleasurable. “I just might have to punish you if you play around any more.” Excitement coursed through my body as I followed him into the house.

As soon as the door was closed and locked, we were completely surrounded by darkness, and I felt his massive hands grasp me by the shoulders, spinning me around to face him. Before I could even cry out in protest, his lips crashed into mine, and I was completely enveloped in the satisfactory feeling of his warm, wet lips, which still tasted like garlic bread and red wine. He kissed me with such force that I ended up backing away from him, my back to the cold wall before I could even process what was happening. However, rather than allowing me a chance to step away, he pressed his rock hard body against me, pinning me to the wall while his thick, heavy cock poked at me through the fabric of his pants.

“Be a good girl and go upstairs, Little One,” he purred when he finally let me go. “It’s the first door on the left with the red bed coverings. Get upstairs and strip down, and I might forgive you for teasing me the way you have.” A cold chill of excitement raced up my spine, and I whimpered as I blindly felt my way up the stairs, the sound of his heavy, labored breaths chasing me as I ran to do as he said.

As he had told me, when I entered the room on the left, I turned on the light and saw the red coverings he was referring to. Behind me, I heard his heavy footsteps thudding up the stair, and I quickly realized I should hurry. With a flurry of falling clothing, I clambered my way over to the bed and laid down, my bare skin prickling with goosebumps as the cold covers made contact. As soon as I had laid down, the door breezed open, and he smiled at me with a primal look of hunger and lust.

“Good girl,” he breathed as he closed and locked the door behind him as he entered the room. “You know how to follow orders. That means there’s one less thing for me to teach you.” As the light turned off, I yelped in surprise.

“It’s dark,” I whimpered while I listened to him make his way towards the bed, the soft sound of fabric hitting the ground as he approached. “Please, I’m frightened.” He made a soft tsking sound with his tongue as the bed dipped below his weight, signaling that he was there with me.

“Don’t be afraid, Little One,” he cooed as he kissed the soft skin of my neck while he positioned himself above me. “Daddy’s not going to let anything get you. You just have to trust him.” A soft whimper escaped my lips, and he kissed me once again. “Is this your first time?” Despite the darkness, I could see his massive form lingering above me, looking like a mountain rather than a man.

“No,” I gasped, rarely able to form the words. “I’m just scared of the dark.” He chuckled as I felt him start to rub the head of his cock against the opening of my sex while his tongue trailed my jawline.

“Don’t worry about a thing,” he told me, his voice gentle and kind as he spoke despite the hint of lust I heard. “Daddy’s going to take good care of you. Now, how do you like it? You first then me? Or do you like it all?” Swallowing hard, I groaned softly as he eased his way deeper against me, nearly entering my body.

“Rough and wild,” I finally managed. “I get pleasure from your pleasure.” He chuckled as he kissed me again.

“That’s the kind of thing I like to hear,” he replied. Just like that, he thrusted deep inside me, and I cried out as his merciless motion caused him to fill me almost instantly.