Daddy For The Night

Andre

  I lost full view of Tori and Kenny once they dipped into the sea of dancing bodies. I chose to stay behind to give the two time to get acquainted. I can't say I wasn't apprehensive about the idea in the beginning. I was concerned with how Tori would react to me bringing someone into the knowledge of this very private part of her life. I wasn't confident, nor did I hold to any expectations, but they definitely had not been for her to jump into Kenny's arms. I was exceedingly grateful that was the outcome. The speech I'd rehearsed in case she steamrolled me with a fit of rage was conveniently now etched into my brain. Originally the plan was for Tori to meet Kenny and her boyfriend, Andre, as a unit. Had we gotten to the event on time, we would have all been in line together waiting to get in. Plenty of time for Tori to conversate and become comfortable with both of them. More time to take in the dynamic they had. 

  Andre was Kenny's Daddy within the roles of Daddy Dom and Little Girl dynamic. Leaving Kenny to then obviously be the Little Girl. Andre was an old friend; we'd served together in the Marines. I even did a couple of tours together in Iraq. Although he and I had lost touch for a few years, he got a hold of me the day he was discharged. He had chosen to reenlist and serve another four years after I was discharged. He had been psyched to be out and to inform me that he was moving to Tampa. The night we reconnected in person, the man didn't look like he'd aged a day!  Andre was of African descent, and although he'd live in America for a good portion of his adult life, he still had the accent. His family had moved to the states when he was 15. He was built like a tank and walked like one, too; Tank actually became a nickname of his back in the day. He had not been fond of it, but it was common practice to ball bust amongst Devildogs. Andre asked to meet up to catch up, so I told him to meet me at a bar downtown Tampa. 

-Fade To A Bar 6 Months Back-

  Andre and I chopped it up like we did when living in the barracks with one another. Being so close, he openly asks me if I'd found any romantic interest. "Tell me, brotha, have you found yourself someone to love? You are doing so well for yourself." I wasn't ready to talk about Tori with Andre, so I flipped the script, "I could ask the very same, my friend. What's a good looking dude such as yourself doing without a girl?" Andre laughed, his smile bright white against his midnight skin. "Brotha, I wish I knew the answer to that! I have not found what I dream of." Grabbing my shoulder with his hand, Andre motions with his free one for the bartender to pour us another drink. "Oh no, I'm good. Thank you."  I push my empty glass forward. "That right there is a miracle! Brent, not wanting another drink? You have definitely changed. For the better, I am sure." Nodding, I then place my hand on Andre's shoulder.  I say, "More than you know." 

"Well, here is to us finding the girl.. or guy of our dreams." Andre adding the last bit for me and lifts his now full glass. He'd known I was bisexual even back before I'd chosen to come out. I'd told him one night in a drunken stupor that I thought he was the most beautiful man I'd ever seen and that if he ever decided to come to the other side, I wouldn't mind him being my first experience with a man. I was lucky to have Andre as a friend because instead of beating my ass, he'd laughed and kissed me on the cheek, saying he always felt I was looking at his ass when working on the trucks back in the shop. I never felt he was strictly heterosexual himself, but he never mentioned being anything otherwise. So I never pushed him. He would, in time, tell me if he felt he needed to. 

"Aw yes, women. I tell you what, brotha. I want a good girl, one who will let me cater to her every need. I am a spoiler, Brent. Something about making a woman happy satisfies me. Caring for her needs and, in turn, her looking to me for that protection I know I can give. It makes me.." Andre pounds his chest with a fist. "I can't express it with words." He adds, taking a long tug on his drink. I knew exactly what he was referring to. It was what I felt for Tori. "I can't do vanilla, though. She has to be a freak." Andre mentions before putting his cup down on the bar and looking at me. "Why are you smiling at me like that?" Andre questions, his brows furrowing. "I think I have an idea of something you might like." Leaning in, I then go to tell Andre about my discovering of DDlg.

-Fade Back to the Rave-

 After filling Andre in on the dynamics of being a Daddy to a Little, he took it and ran with it at full speed. He'd spent months searching Fetlife before finally finding Kenny. And she was a perfect fit for him. Even when out of headspace, her sweet and childlike demeanor kept Andre in Daddy mode, which kept him feeling that sense of being a protector. Kenny ate it up, and at times would even poke fun at how vigilant Andre was with her. It was never in a controlling manner though, it was out of pure love, and you could tell. They truly were meant for one another. I, for one, was delighted for Andre to have found what he'd dreamed of. If anyone deserved it, it was him. 

I continue to walk through the crowd in search of Tori and Kenny. They both were so short losing them had been inevitable. I was grateful for my height in these types of circumstances. "Brent! B! Over here!" I can hear Andre's deep barreling voice over the music. Swiveling my head in the direction it was coming, I see him. He looked to have been doing his own version of search and rescue. "Where is Kenny?" He asks, finally reaching me. "I don't know. I lost them in the crowd. I was trying to let them get to know each other, and then Kenny ran into the crowd with Tori before I could catch up." Andre's eyes move over the crowd; he himself a good height to see over most at 6'1, only an inch shorter than me. "Babygirl!" He yells. "Babygirl, where are you?!"  I could see there was a bit of anxiety building on Andre's face. 

"Hey, it's okay. They're here. They're probably looking for us just like we are them." Placing my hand on Andre's shoulder, I give it a good shake. "Yeah, you're right. How you doin' Brotha?" Andre attempts to relax, but his eyes were still searching the crowd. "Daddy!" Andre's face immediately lights up at hearing Kenny's voice over the music. Kenny steps up in front of Andre Tori, coming up behind her. They were still holding hands. Cute.  "Babygirl, I was worried. You told me to wait, but you were taking so long. I wanted to be sure you were safe." Andre says, scooping up Kenny the moment she was in front of him. Picking her up off the ground, Kenny wraps her thick legs around Andre's waist. Tori steps up and reaches out for me. The smile on her face warming my heart. "Hey Princess, did you get lost?" I ask in her ear when she rests her head on my chest. "No. Andre told Kenny he was going to stay in a specific spot, and he left it. We went right where she said he would be, and he was gone. We turned around and cycled back." 

"Daddy, this is Tori!" Kenny squeals once Andre places her back on her feet; she goes to retake Tori's hand. Tori accepts and steps forward; she gives Andre a shy smile. "It's too loud here for me to properly introduce myself. Why don't we make it back up to some of the booths!" Andre yells up over the music at me. Tori jumps at the strength behind Andre's voice. Andre, being was too busy with Kenny to notice and turns to make a way back through the mass of bodies. "Hold on, sweetheart, and we're going to get moving." He says, taking Kenny's hand. I reach out and bring Tori in.

"You okay, Princess?"  Tori shakes her head. "It's a lot." She adds, motioning with hands in a large circle,  "Yeah, it is. Come on, let's get you to a quieter spot." The artists on stage had switched, and the music was at a higher tempo now. The crowd was dancing more furiously, and it was definitely hard to hear. She was not conditioned yet for this kind of energy. Yet another reason I'd wanted to be early. The build-up was important. Placing my hand on the back of her neck, I place her to my side and begin to move forward. It was a tactic I'd yet to try on her; it was a subtle display of my dominance. She takes to me, guiding her with no issue, and does not attempt to remove my hand. "Good girl," I say into her ear. 

 Once through the crowd, we find Andre and Kenny at a booth set up with sale accessories. There was an assortment of shoes, pacifiers, beaded bracelets, and necklaces. All things glow in the dark that you could imagine were available as well. "See! This is where Daddy bought me shoes!" Kenny was already kneeling to show Tori the different available colors. "They're so freaking cute, oh my God!" Tori squeals picking up a pair in white. Smiling at the interaction between the two, I walk beside Andre, who was doing the same with his set across his chest. "They do well together." He says without looking at me. "We agreed to try the dynamic out for tonight," I answer. I feel Andre's hand squeezing my shoulder. "I'm happy for you, Brotha, and it's about time you get to experience what you've wanted. She seems like a sweet girl." 

"Thanks, man. She is. I hope she agrees to continue. She makes me happy." Breaking my eyes away from our girls, I look to find Andre concentrating on them. "You know, I've wanted to find Kenny a friend. One like her. I know I make her happy; she tells me all the time. But I know she would do well to have a female friend too. One that understands." Andre then makes eye contact with me after this statement. "I feel the same about Tori. I know I haven't been her Daddy long, but I feel like I've cared for her as one should. It's why I wanted them to meet. She needs a friend. Like you said, one that understands." Andre nods and goes back to watching the two girls giggling over the glow in the dark unicorn horn shaped like a p***s. "Daddy! I want!" Kenny giggles placing it on her head. Tori laughs and goes to pick up one for herself. She opens her mouth to speak and freezes.

I immediately knew the issue. She wasn't ready, and that was okay. "It's okay, Princess. You call me whatever you make feel comfortable." I state, giving her a wink. I was not going to be a Daddy that demanded that Tori called me Daddy in public. Yes, we were somewhere it would be accepted and overlooked, but I understood her hesitance. She would warm up to it eventually, and I was willing to wait for the privilege of that title spoken aloud amongst others. When we were alone, I would expect her to, especially when I was thrusting deep inside her later. My thoughts drift to the scene in the woods. She'd practically became a human waterfall all over my fingers. The amount of self-discipline I had to practice had been physically painful. The cries she'd released like music to my ears. Then when I'd tasted her. I knew I was pushing it with that move. It'd almost pushed me over the edge.

When she'd gone for my zipper, I about let her. I'd have made slow love to that pretty mouth of hers till I was close enough to blow. Then I would have taken her, told her to turn around, and I'd have taken her from behind until I busted inside her. There would have been no fancy moves; it would have been quick and primal. Raw and hot. But I wanted our first time to be slow. The kind of slow she would get close, and then I could slow down even further to make my way down to take her in my mouth a moment. Oh, the plan I had set out in my mind. The things I was going to do that body when we were home. Tori was looking at me shyly. "D-Daddy, can I have o-one please?" Well, if my c**k wasn't hard before, it was rock solid now. Well fuck..