Page 3 of Lumberjack Daddy and Wild Child Little

CHAPTER THREE

Hannah

This time is different.

It’s just as intense as the night before. It’s just as powerfully fulfilling. My fantasies are even more frightening today than yesterday because now there’s an actual chance they could be fulfilled. Emotionally, it's every bit the rollercoaster it’s been since I first saw Jason standing on the shore.

Physically, though, we’re somehow more restrained, at least at first. There’s a lot of very passionate kissing and our hands explore every inch of each other’s bodies, but we’re not so single-minded as before where everything we do is designed to get the other person off as quickly as possible. We kiss and our hands explore, but though we don’t avoid the sensitive parts of our body, we don’t attack them with the purpose of stimulating them as much as we possibly can.

I join him in the shower, and we take turns soaping each other up and rinsing each other off. The intimacy of the act is somehow more fulfilling than the aggressive sex of the night before and I find myself falling for him far faster than I should.

He already feels like my Daddy. Not just a Daddy who I get to have sex with, but like my Daddy. I wonder if he knows how amazing the whole interaction feels for me? I wonder if it feels the same for him?

When we’re done showering, our movements become more purposeful and soon we abandon restrained intimacy for intense and energetic passion. He closes his mouth around my nipple and slides his hand in between my legs and I gasp as shocks run through me, pulsing between my nipple and my clit and bursting through the rest of me, making me shudder over his hand. I lower my hand to his thick, hard cock and begin stroking but it’s hard for me to concentrate and I don’t manage to stay consistent because, with each passing second, his lips and hands bring me close to my own climax.

“Oh, Daddy,” I moan as his fingers move in slow, steady circles over my clit. I feel warmth begin to pool in my stomach and then my body tenses up and I hang at the peak of my climax for a beautiful instant before plunging down into it.

“Daddy!” I scream as his hands continue to drive me crazy. Finally, I can’t stay on my feet anymore and I collapse to my knees.

I manage to do better with my mouth than my hands and in only a few minutes, Jason decides he can’t take anymore and lifts me up off of the ground before settling me onto his cock. The intensity of being fucked in the air while he holds me steady is incredible and I cum once more before he cries out and begins to throb deep inside my shivering pussy.

This time, I am able to find the energy to grind my hips crazily on him and squeeze my pussy tightly so it massages every last drop out of his cock. I lean forward and kiss him deeply and we stay that way, kissing and letting our hands travel all over each other for a long while.

We don’t talk much as we dress for dinner. I think both of us are a little bit wary of how quickly we’re becoming attached. When we’re finally dressed, we’re back to our cheery selves and when we head to dinner, we’re laughing and joking and talking just as easily as we did the day before.

We spend the first part of dinner making small talk. I learn that Jason grew up out here and works for the local lumber company which is the largest business in the reason and along with tourism at the lake the largest generator of income for Sweet Pines City. I tell him that I recently moved here from the West Coast because I wanted a change of scenery. I don’t talk about the relationship I left behind—the only one that lasted longer than a few weeks—or how I came here because seeing him with his new little girl was too painful for me. I tell him that I’m currently working at the lake’s gift shop and that the cabin we slept in last night was mine and not a rental. He asks me how I like it here and I say with a coy smile that I like it much better every minute.

Jason laughs and finally broaches the subject we’ve both been wanting to talk about.

“So, what do you know about DDlg?” he asks.

I smile. “A lot, actually. I’ve been a little girl for most of my adult life.”

“Really?” he asks, encouraged. “Well, that makes the rest of this conversation easy.”

“What conversation?” I ask coyly.

Jason isn’t interested in being coy. “How would you like to be my little girl?” he asks.

I blush and say, “How would you like to be my Daddy.”

“Hey, I asked first,” he teases.

“So?” I reply with a laugh. “You’re the Daddy. Set the example.”

His eyes narrow and a shiver runs through me. God, he’s so damned attractive. “I want you to be my little girl,” he says, “But only if you’re really my little girl. We’ve had a lot of fun so far, but I want more than just fun. I want a relationship. That means if I’m your Daddy, I’m going to help you and guide you the way a Daddy’s supposed to.”

“Well, that’s what I want, too,” I say.

“Good,” he says. “After dinner, we can go home and talk about what our relationship will look like going forward. I’ll ask you for some ideas on how I can help you grow in your life, and we’ll talk about basic rules and guidelines to follow. We’ll agree on consequences when you don’t follow those rules and you can tell me how you prefer to get into little space and what kind of age play you’re comfortable with.”

It’s nice that I’m already a little girl and he’s an experienced Daddy because it makes all of the figuring out part of the relationship a lot easier to get through. When we finish dinner and head home, the conversation is all business. I’m pretty simple, so it’s easy to get some ground rules settled. I have to be honest with him about my feelings, I can’t put myself down, etc., etc. Spanking works as a punishment and since I’m new in town, I want him to help me find ways to become part of the community and not an outsider.

I spend the night at his place and only after we have sex does all of the old fear resurface. What if this doesn’t last? What if he grows bored of me like my last Daddy? What if he meets someone prettier or more exciting or easier to live with? What if I decide he’s not as amazing as he seems at first?

Too many things can go wrong, and I’ve seen almost all of those things go wrong before. I close my eyes and settle against him as I drift to sleep, but my sleep is fitful and far from restorative.