Daddy For The Night

Agreement

 I sift through the file cabinet that was at the corner of my mind. I was desperately trying to find anything filed away as a decent reply. I had wondered just what him being my caregiver and or Daddy would be like—more as a daydream than a reality-based possibility. I had always figured I would find someone on some website as it was hard to come by people who understood the lifestyle. And that was dangerous to do. Although I was an adult, the state of vulnerability you put yourself in a little space could make you a target as a possible victim of abuse. You had to be careful with who you trusted. I had to get to know them and take the time to get to know one another. That all seemed like so much work, especially with my anxiety levels.

Brent knew me. He knew about my tendencies, and he had now experienced what I was like in the headspace. Although it was fleeting, it was a good start. I couldn't ignore the feeling of giddiness rising in my heart space. I was obviously excited at the thought of Brent being my Daddy. It did feel a bit rushed and sudden, but he did say it would be for a night. So, in theory, this would be a test run. I definitely wanted to explore the s****l realm now as I definitely felt I wanted him physically now more than ever. But he never did say that was apart of this deal.

"Tori?" I blink. I was having a full conversation with myself in my damn head again. I did that a lot. "I-I have a lot going on in my head right now. And a lot of questions too." I finally reply. Brent nods. "I wouldn't expect any less. Would you like to lead with concerns?" Brent takes a seat next to me, letting his hand rest on my knee. He squeezes it. I look up from his hand and into his face. "Sex." I blurt out the word as though it were painful to say. Brent laughs. "What about it? Are you asking that we don't have it be apart of this, or are you asking we do? Because I am okay with either." I couldn't help looking at Brent in a bit of shock. "You don't want to have s*x with me?" I almost pout. "Oh, oh no, Princess. I do." Brent's voice goes low, and his hand squeezes my knee again. I bite my lip.

I look down at his hand on my knee and then back up to his face. "I do. But I- I'm not like.." I go to try and explain. "You're not vanilla. I know Tori. I have had that figured out for some time now. I'm not either. We can explore it together. Our limits, fantasies, all of it if tonight goes well. I just want to have a chance to show you I can be what you need. Truly." Brent moves my hair behind my ear. "Tori, I have wanted to be your Daddy ever since you came out to me about what you were. I have watched you struggle with who you are, and I have done everything I can to show you I am here for you. I care about you deeply, and I really feel like this could be beneficial for us both. I understand if it's a no, and we can get ready and go about our night as though none of this happened. I will not treat you any differently, but I can't keep it to myself after experiencing that side of you just now if you need more time. I can wait for the answer."

"Y-you've wanted to be my Daddy?" I ask. Brent's hand goes to the zipper on my onesie.  His fingerplays with it for a moment before he replies. "Yes. I've even spent time daydreaming about it in my free time." His voice was filled with genuine affection, his fingers tugging lightly at the zipper. My heartfelt like it was swelling in the small cavern it was resting in. Holy. s**t! Did I have feelings for Brent? Wait. How long have I had feelings for him? Had I been ignoring them? I definitely was feeling something now, but whos to say how long they had line dormant. How could I have let something so obvious slip me by?

I must have been expressing the emotions that went along with my thoughts. I hear Brent laugh. "What's going on up there?" He asks, poking me in the middle of my forehead. "I am trying to process." I jerk back and say this a little bit more dryly than intending. "Well, like I said. You need more time. I can wait." Brent sighs and goes to stand up from my bed. I grab his hand before he can fully, though. "Yes." I blurt out quickly. "Yes, to what?" Brent asks, taking his seat back next to me. "Yes, I want you to be my Daddy for tonight." I nod quickly and then thrust my hand out towards him. "Are you asking me to shake on it?" Brent laughs, his eyebrow coming up. He had recently put a slit in it. I normally would make fun of him for following such a ridiculous trend, but he pulled it off with ease. He was, after all, a trendsetter himself.

My hand was still outstretched, and I was starting to feel a bit awkward. I move it in a shaking motion in hopes of getting him to take my hand. Brent looks at it and grins. He then takes it in both of his and up to his mouth. "You want to be my Princess?' I can't help but giggle. "Yes, please!" I squeal. Enjoying the playfulness. Quickly kissing my hand, Brent winks at me. There was a moment of silence before it really hit what just happened. I had a Daddy, even if it was just for the night. I had an actual Daddy. And it was Brent! I felt an onset of emotions storm in on me. Pulling my knees to my chest, I hide my face. I felt excited but also embarrassed at just how excited I was. I didn't want him to see it.

"Hey. Don't ever feel like you have to hide from me."  I can feel Brent's bodyweight dipping the bed as he scooted to be closer. Keeping my face hidden, I try to take a deep breath.  I couldn't believe this was happening. It felt as though I was in some type of an alternate reality. Possibly a dream even.  "I-I'm so happy,"  I murmur, knees still at my chest. "Can you look at me?" Brent's voice was soft. Peeking out from under my arms, I see him smiling. "Hi there."  Lifting my head, I grin sheepishly. "H-hi?" I lift my hand to do a swooping wave. Brent shakes his head and laughs. "Cutie. Come here." Brent pats his lap. I couldn't resist the invitation, of course, and lean in to make my way into his lap. I didn't have to do much more because Brent glides his arms around and brings me to him.

 Lacing my arms around his shoulders, I bury my face into the crook of his neck. It was becoming a comfortable spot for me. I felt like I was close to crying. I was so happy. "Brent, I'm so happy,"  I say, trying to mask the emotion in my voice. "Me too," Brent whispers in my ear. I feel his hands go into my hair, and he begins to rub my temples. It felt so heavenly I let out a small purr. "You like that little one?" He whispers again in my ear. "Mmhm." I sigh. Goodness, it felt so good. How long had it been since I had physical affection? I couldn't recall the last time someone had so much as touched me other than a quick hug. Funny how you didn't feel like it was something you needed till it was given. It was also something that could become addictive. I could do this all night.

 Before I know it, I am curled up into his lap like some affection-staved kitten. Brent was laying soft kisses on my hairline while intermediately still rubbing into my temples.  "I could be here all night like this, but we really need to get you ready. I have some friends I really want you to meet tonight." Brent says softly. I tilt my head to look up into his face. "Uukay." I coo at him. Unintentionally my eyes make a connection with his full lips. They were very inviting. I wanted to kiss them. I wanted them to kiss me everywhere. Heat dips fast and deep into my stomach.  I flutter my eyes slowly and look back at his eyes. He was staring at my lips now. "Kiss me?" I whine. I can see something switch behind those dark eyes of his. Where there was softness was now sudden fire.

The hand at my temple grabs at the hair at the nape of my neck, and I feel a growl vibrate from his chest. "Is that what you want? You want me to kiss you?" I wet my lips and look back at his mouth. "Y-yes, please," I answer, positioning myself so that he could have easier access to lean in, but was met with a pull at the hair at the nape of my neck, rearing me back strong enough for my breath to catch. "Since we have agreed that I am now, in fact, your Daddy for the night. I feel as though you should address me as such, don't you?" Brent's grip on my hair loosens a bit so that I can move my head. "Y-yes, Da-daddy." The words coming off my lips felt foreign and a bit difficult. At the same time, it was erotic. The look on Brent's face when hearing it, though. It was a mix of primal and nurture. I could tell it hit him differently. This could be fun; I catch myself thinking.

"Daddy, I want you to kiss me," I whine, wiggling in his lap, hoping for the same reaction I had gotten moments before the last time I wiggled in his lap. Brent's nostrils flare as he takes in a sharp breath. "You're a brat right now." He growls, bucking his hips up so that I fall out of his lap. Spinning me by my legs, I am suddenly on my back, and Brent is above me. Hovering atop of me, Brent leans down with his face close to mine. "You want Daddy to kiss you, little one? Hm?" His face was merely a couple of inches away. His eyes were blazing, and I could smell his sweet breath. f**k. I wanted him. This was the very first time I had seen him this way. I could tell he would be a passionate lover. It made me squirm under him. I had always known he was dominant. Although he was sweet, he had always exuded a sense of raw and pure masculine energy. Heavy top and leadership energy. I could never picture him being beneath anyone. And even if he did allow it, I could see him still controlling the whole experience.

The look he was serving me was as if he wanted to devour me whole and then use my panties as floss afterward. I couldn't keep from squirming under his gaze. I wanted him to kiss me. "Lay still." His voice was so stern my body obeyed before my brain could really comprehend what he'd demanded. "Good girl." Brent's signature grin making its appearance. I wasn't the most patient of individuals. I was pretty used to getting what I wanted when I wanted it. So him holding out on giving me something as simple as a kiss was driving me to want to act up. Crossing my arms across my chest, I blow hair out of my eyes in an exasperated manner. Brent's grin turns into a full smile. "Oh, you're throwing a fit now?" Brent lowers his waist to connect with mine, and I can feel his length against my leg.

I freeze. I can feel my own eyes grow wide, and I look down at our now connected hips. Brent moves his knee up between my legs swiftly until it was against my crotch, and I take in a sharp breath. Moving his knee slowly, Brent's expression doesn't change. "What, Princess?" He asks, head c****d; he moves his hand to my throat and laces his finger around it. I let out a moan as the warmth and pressure of his knee makes me want more. It felt divine. With his hand at my throat, I started to feel dizzy with what could only be endorphins. He was such a delicious tease. The slow ride of his knee against my now hot s*x was all I could focus on. "You like that? Does that feel good?" I whine in response. "Good. Just let me get you there, Princess." His expert motions were timed perfectly. He was going off my reactions. If I came up, he would pull away and only come back when I lay still. It was torment.

He had started to sync the motion of his knee to the hand at my throat. Squeezing it tighter each time, his knee met the neediest spot. The build was sinful. I could feel my own wetness beginning to pool in my panties. "You're so pretty, Princess. Such a pretty little one you are when so close to what you need.  Daddy wants you to feel good. Tell me it feels good, baby. Make me proud." Brent's voice says in my ear. The encouragement he was feeding me was amazing. I so did want to make him proud. Gripping the sheets beneath me, I moan loudly. "P-please." I whimper. I hear Brent chuckle softly, keeping up the rhythm he had going. "So we're begging? You got to love it when they beg." He hisses, slowing but adding more pressure.

At this point, I was probably going to climax on his damn knee. I couldn't let that happen. Could I? I need to show more retrained. Some type of control. But did I want to? A shiver runs down my body, "O-oh God." I cry out. "Uh-oh, is the little one going to c*m on Daddy's knee?"  Brent asks, mocking me, his fingers tightening at the sides of my throat. He was cautious not to cut off my air supply but to restrict blood flow instead. He hadn't been lying when he said he knew I wasn't vanilla. The fact he so easily just went for my throat; no worries, told me that. I was glad. Not a lot of men felt comfortable with choking. Mostly because they had no f*****g clue what they were doing. Rather them not try if they didn't anyway.

Choking has such an amazing effect on the body. It felt as though you were floating above your body. Like you were astral projecting but still feeling the sensations of your actual body at the same time. It made it easier to c*m for me personally because I could release without forcing thoughts to feed the rush. My body was able to just react to pleasure without thinking too much about it. "There you go, Princess. Why don't you just c*m for Daddy? I can tell you want to." I felt warmth grow everywhere. The edges of my reality are becoming fuzzy and soft—the build between my thighs like liquid heat spilling out over my now tightened tummy. I wish I could stay here forever. This exact moment on replay. Such a lovely place it was. Savor it. This could easily become an addiction, I think, as I feel my release edging closer with each slow motion of Brent's knee. My legs tighten around his when I felt myself about to let go. "There you go. Come on. Don't stop, baby." Brent encourages.

My hands instantly cling to Brent's arm as I am overthrown with spasms throughout my whole body. "Yes. There you go, baby. Good girl. Good f*****g girl." Brent growls, drawing out the O's in good. My nails dig into the skin of his forearm, and I didn't feel him so much as flinch. A sound that resembled that of a choked cry comes to my lips. And so Brent slowly loosens the grip at my throat and lets me melt into the bed. We would need a safe word. Had he not been so good at reading my body, I might have passed out. The last spasm ripples through my body, and I jerk.

I didn't realize it, but at some point, I had closed my eyes. Opening them, I see Brent still above me; his eyes were glazed over a bit. "It makes me so happy to give you that kind of pleasure, Princess. I hope you know that." He says, leaning down and planting a kiss on my forehead and running his finger across my cheek. Sitting up, Brent pushes up off the bed and looks down at me. Reaching into his pants, I watch him as he flips himself up into the waistband of what I could only assume were his briefs. He had felt and looked to be an impressive size. Again no surprise for the way he carried himself. I was still enjoying the aftershocks and glow that hummed through me. It had been a while since I had orgasmed that strongly. I wasn't sure if I ever had before. Something that made you question if you even were cumming with others at all.

Sitting up, I reach out to Brent's waistband and zipper. I was too curious to see just what he flipped up. I also wanted to make him feel the way he just made me feel. "Oh no, no, Princess. We don't have time for me right now. Right now, we need to focus on getting you dressed." Brent says, pushing my hands back. I make a pouting face. "Don't give me that look. We have somewhere to be. We are already running so behind. So how about you take off that onesie." I look down and realize he had done all that with me still fully clothed and without even kissing me. That was impressive. I was thoroughly impressed.  It did bum me out, though, that he wasn't going to let me take care of his need. I was a giver by nature and hated the thought of him walking around like that.

 Making a sound of disapproval, I move off my bed and begin to unzip my onesie. I wasn't wearing a bra, so my breast met the open-air n*****s taut. Brent had his back turned to me, looking at the two options he'd set out before we had started the whole conversation and interactive engagement that now made me realize my panties were ruined. I could feel the slickness against my thighs. Brent had never seen my breasts let alone me, fully nude. The thought hits me hard. I pull up my onesie around myself immediately. What if he didn't like what he saw? What if I were nothing like he'd imagined, and I am then a letdown? I hated to sound like such an insecure female, but it would not stop rolling around in my head. My anxiety spiking, I look around the room. Yeah, there was nowhere for me to hide.

 I wasn't terribly out of shape, but I wasn't anywhere near the perfection he had cooked up by putting in hours at the gym. I knew he was there a lot because of all the gym selfies he'd posted on social media. It was practically a second home to him. He even had friends he specifically made there. He ate clean, and he was always active. He cared a lot about his body. As he damn well should, everyone should. On the other hand, I was lucky to remember to eat three solid meals a day, and my extent of the exercise was 20 mins on a stair master 3 times a week. Don't get me started on my water intake. Sometimes I would go a couple of weeks without even gracing the doors of the gym period. I had times where leaving my house besides going to work was too much for me. Again, in need of intense therapy. Why? Don't ask me; it's why I'm in therapy. Still trying to figure that mess out.

Turning to face me, Brent had finally chosen a short hot pink latex number. I should have known he would go with the boldest thing I had ever bought in my life. I had literally had hung that thing back up three times. I kept telling myself it was too flashy. At one point, I finally said f**k; it went to the register and literally threw cash at the cashier with my eyes closed. I sang, "If I didn't see it happen, it didn't happen." In some random tune, I made up. She gave me an odd look putting it in the bag carefully as if any sudden movements would cause me to foam at the mouth. I had to admit that sometimes I acted as though I was in a movie, and I was the main character. Not all the time, but a lot of the time, I couldn't help myself. Pretending to look into a camera to break third walls or narrating my own actions. Was it normal? Not at all, but I'd been doing it for so long I didn't see any sense in stopping now. I would suppose it came from my years of just reading nonstop as a kid. I wanted to be a storybook character, so bad.

 What was funny was that not many people stayed around long enough to know about this hidden quality. My therapist said it was "quirky" I prefer he just come out and call me weird, but he was a professional after all. He wouldn't have a job if he were to be so brutally honest. "This one is perfect. I like the black one, but I feel like you would stand out in this. Do you have any accessories? What would really be cute is if you had cat ears, I think I remember you have a pair." Brent was so engrossed in the look he was trying to create for me he hadn't noticed me clutching my onesie so tightly my knuckles had turned white. Oblivious to the pure terror I was feeling at the thought of him seeing me naked. Finally, looking back up, Brent goes to say, "I think your white chucks-" and it hits him. "Tori, are you okay?" I stare back at him and then at the floor. "Uh-yeah. I'm great. Just cold."

Looking back to Brent, I can see I had not fooled him. "Right, you're cold. So this isn't because you realized I haven't seen you naked before, right?" God damn it, why was he so intuitive? That was supposed to be a female thing! "Okay. Yeah. So it is that. It's just your work out so much, Brent. Like do you ever take a week off? Nobody needs to work out that much. You win. Like you can go home." I was starting to feel angry, and I could hear the rambling. I knew I was defensive for no real good reason. Tears were starting to form. Oh, hell no. I was not going to cry. This was complete bullshit. "I'm going to give you space. If you are uncomfortable, I will leave the room and let you slip this on. I am not trying to force you to do anything you're not ready for." I could feel my body release the tension I was holding. "Tori, I don't want you ever to feel like I am not giving you the time you need to feel comfortable. I want you to want me to see you." I nod. I wasn't ready for him to see me. I needed more time.

Brent turns and leaves the room with no questions asked, and I slip on the dress, but not before also slipping on a clean pair of panties. Looking in the mirror, I am surprised at how sexy I looked. I had not tried the dress on in the store. I was afraid I would change my mind for the fourth time. "Wow," I say under my breath. "Okay, I'm ready." Brent opens the door. "Wow." He mouths with no sound. I can't help but giggle at the fact he said the exact thing I had. "Right?" I say, doing a spin. "You look downright f*****g sexy! God damn." I was eating it up doing one more spin. "Aw shucks. Thanks." I say, pretending to wave his compliment off. "Chucks?" He asks."No shucks. It's an older term. I think I picked it up from-"  Brent was staring at me like I was off my rocker. "No, silly. Your shoes, chucks, not shucks."  Brent says, shaking his head. "Oh," I say awkwardly. "Yeah, they're in the bottom left corner of the closet."

"Sweet," Brent says, leaning in and searching for my white chucks. I liked the fact he wanted to dress it down a bit. "Yeah, a rave isn't the place for heels, so these will be much better." Brent tosses me the shoes and goes to sit on my vanity chair. He dwarfed it. It was kind of funny seeing him sitting on something so dainty. I go to my dresser and take out a pair of socks. Sitting on the bed, I put them on and then the shoes. "So, before we head out, I would like to talk about something you said." Brent was leaning forward in the tiny chair. "You said that you know I work out a lot. Which yes I do, but why does that bother you? I have an idea as to why, but I want to be sure I'm right before I assume anything." It was moments like these that Brent's age showed. He was far more mature at 33 than most of the guys my age that I had dated or had flings with.

Clearing my throat, I mess with the hem of my dress. "I-I don't work out. I mean I-I do, but not as much as you do. So I have nowhere near the physique that you have. So I was insecure about what I would look like naked to you." It felt like pulling teeth to admit to him, but I was very proud of myself for doing it. "Okay,  see, that is what I assumed. Can you look at me, please?" Looking up from my lap, I meet Brent's eyes. They weren't full of anything but warmth. "What if I were to tell you that I am not attracted to women and or even men that have the same physique as I do? What I demand of myself is not what I look for in any of my s****l partners. As a matter of fact, I have been with women far heavier than you." Blinking slowly, I try to imagine Brent with a heavier woman. How much heavier was he talking? Shaking my head, no, that was none of my business. "Much bigger." He answers me as if knowing what I was thinking.

 "Am I even what you prefer?" I ask, feeling insecure now that I might not be thick enough. I knew some men preferred thicker women. I wasn't without curves, but I wasn't full-figured. I had enough to grab, but it's wasn't a crazy amount. I was average. "I didn't tell you that so you could feel insecure now about being too small. I am trying to say size isn't a focus of mine. I don't care how much you work out. I only care that you're mentally healthy. And if you ever do want to tackle any fitness goals, I am here. But only if it's for you and not to try and impress me."  I sigh. "Okay. But I still don't feel like I am ready for you to see me." I say this, slowly searching his face.  "No problem, I just wanted to make that clear before we left. By the way, do you have those cat ears you wore last summer to that picnic thing we did? The silver ones." I had completely forgotten about the cat ears he was speaking of. How the hell did he remember something like that?

"Uh-yeah. They're in the draw of my vanity. The one on the right." Brent turns to face my vanity and opens the drawer. Picking out the cat ears, he throws them at me. "Here. It's cute."  I do as I am told and slide the headband on. "Purrfect," Brent says, standing up. God, he was cheesy sometimes. "Let's get going. I told Andre we would be there almost 45 mins ago." Opening my bedroom door, and Brent waves me to walk through. I make sure to grab my silver fanny pack off the hook near my front door. Slipping it around my waist, we walk down my outdoor hallway towards what looked to be an Uber waiting. "We're taking an Uber. My car is in the lot here." Brent says, grabbing my hand. I could feel my heart skip a beat, this was going to my first rave and first time meeting more of Brent's close friends. I was nervous. Brent squeezes my hand, opening up the door of the Uber. "Don't worry, Princess. You'll love them. I promise."