Page 14 of Teach Me Daddy

I tried to keep her at arm’s length, but it didn’t even last a week with my poor attempt to resist her charms. What sane man could? And there was no way I could keep it purely sexual like I have with other play partners. My little one deserves so much more than that, and I’m honored to be the man to give it to her. I’ll give her anything she wants. I’m her Daddy now. I finally get to fulfill that role for a woman who deems me truly worthy, and I promise to never fuck it up. I care about her too much, and I can’t stop myself from falling in love with her.

That said, things are complicated and the stakes are high. Not only is she my student, which means I could be fired from the job I love. But her father holds an important, highly visible position in our town with enough political support to run for governor next year. Her family can’t afford the type of scandal and bad press our relationship would create. But there’s no way in hell I’m ever letting her go—risks be damned. Just means we have to be extra careful and keep our relationship quiet for now. At the same time, I refuse to keep her hidden away forever. As her Daddy, I owe her so much more than that.

The weekend is here, and I’ve decided to surprise her and take her away. We won’t go far, but I know of a small town that’s two hours away, where we can be out in public together without worrying about being seen.

“I love this place,” she exclaims as I slowly drive us down Main Street.

It’s a quiet mountain town full of quaint boutiques and trendy restaurants. The peaks of the ridgeline of trees appear a deep purple as the sun sets, and Madison is soaking up everything she sees with her pert little nose almost pressed against the glass and a huge smile on her pretty face. I take in her reflection in the passenger window and chuckle, noting thestrange sensation in my chest. I can’t remember the last time I’ve felt so… light and free.

Happy. I feel happy.

I’ve always been an intense person, and some people might even call me broody or morose. But ever since I met Madison, I find myself smiling and laughing more. She makes my soul lighter, and I like how being with her feels.

“Ooh, can we eat there?” she asks, pointing at an interesting building that looks like an old movie theater.

I narrow my gaze as we drive past. “Are you sure that’s a restaurant?”

Madison nods her head with excitement. “I just saw a couple come out with a to-go box. They looked like they were dressed for a date.” She sits up in her seat and rubs her palms together. “Maybe it’s like one of those dinner-and-a-movie places!”

I’ve heard of restaurants like that, though I’ve never seen one. But whatever my little one wants, my little one gets. So I find an open space on the street and park my car along the curb.

I walk around the front to open Madison’s door, pleased that she stays inside to wait for me. The few times I’ve driven her anywhere, she’s jumped out of the car before I could get to her. I admonished her at first, but old habits die hard. It only took denying her orgasms for one night, and she quickly learned to wait for Daddy to help her out of the vehicle like a princess deserves.

As we approach the building, I spot a sign declaring that this place used to be a theater in the 1930s. It was fully renovated ten years ago—turned into a unique restaurant that shows old Hollywood movies while you enjoy your meal. Seems a little cheesy to me, but I can tell Madison is intrigued, and I want her to have a good time.

The moment we step inside, I can’t help but admire the original architecture. The high ceilings and art déco designare accented with crystal chandeliers and burgundy velvet banquette tables. Beautifully framed movie posters line the walls, and you can hear the faint melody of jazz music playing in the background.

“Wow, this place is amazing,” Madison remarks, taking in her surroundings with wide-eyed joy that makes my heart lurch in my chest.

After we’re seated, we peruse the menu, and I glance up to find that she’s nibbling her bottom lip as her fingers twist the corner of her napkin.

I cover her hand with mine. “What is it, baby?”

Madison shakes her head. “It’s nothing. I just don’t know what to get.” She rolls her eyes at herself and I don’t like it. “It’s silly. Why do I always have the hardest time picking something to eat?” Then she mutters, “That is, when I remember to eat.”

I could chastise her for not taking better care of herself, but she’s new to being submissive. It’s important that I teach her the rules first and show her that I’m here to care for her, not just deliver punishments.

“You like pasta, little one. Why don’t you order that?”

I’ve been paying attention to her likes and dislikes. We spend a lot of time at my home, and I’ve cooked for her several times in addition to us ordering in. But this is our first time at a restaurant together, and it feels like our first real date too. I want her to enjoy herself and not feel self-conscious or worry about anything.

Madison’s hand twitches beneath mine. “I do, but…”

I close my menu and give her my full attention. “Tell me what’s wrong.”

“I don’t need any more carbs. I need to be on a diet.” Her words sound almost robotic, as if she’s repeating a memorized phrase.

I straighten in my seat as my body tenses. This isn’t the first time that I’ve heard her say some bullshit like this, but it needs to be the last. I love her body just the way it is. Her curves are the reason I walk around with a hard cock most of the time, and the sight of her naked is a fucking vision. I want to know who put this shit in her head, because it needs to stop.Now.

I consider my response carefully. “So how was lunch with your mother yesterday? You haven’t said much about it.”

Madison’s shoulders slump, and I feel a surge of anger toward someone I haven’t even met. If her mother said something to make her feel bad about herself, the woman’s my new enemy. And that’s going to make a relationship with my little one that much harder.

“It was fine,” she answers, but her barely perceptible response tells me otherwise.

“You’ve not told me much about her. You’ve not told me much about either of your parents, save what I can read in the papers or online.”

Madison exhales a long breath. “I know. It’s just… I’m not really close with them. Well, I’m not close to my father,” she corrects. “All he ever talks about is work and the city and hisbig plans. Nothing matters more to him than his position as mayor. I can’t imagine how big his head will get if he becomes governor.”

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