Page 11 of Saving Little Jenna
I was relieved that it had rained. The bus station would be the first place Clark would look for me and I was still a few miles away. Just as suddenly it had begun to rain, it now stopped. People scattered and went on their way until I was the only one still taking shelter. I was too sad to move a muscle, staring at my feet and lost deep in thought. But I had to force myself to put one foot in front of the other. It was the only way.
I took a deep breath and just as I was about to be on my way, I saw Clark step out of a car that had just stopped before me. At first, I couldn't believe it. He couldn't have found me so easily in a city of millions. I was glad he cared enough to search for me, but at the same time, I was terrified of what this meant. If he convinced me to go back, I'd be putting both of our lives in danger. It would also mean him eventually finding out all the ugly truths about me. He'd be disgusted to find out how broken of a person I was.
No, I couldn't go back with Clark. I had to resist at all costs.
Clark ran towards me and threw his hands around me. He hugged me tightly for what seemed forever, and we just stood there in silence. I felt so tiny in his big strong arms, taking in the warmth emanating from his body. My strong resolve was melting with each passing second. It reminded me of the day we had met and how safe I felt in his arms. I felt just as safe now, as if all the problems I'd been running away from didn't matter anymore. As long as I was in his arms, I'd be the safest I could ever be.
When he broke the hug, his hands moved down to my waist and he frowned as he looked me in the eyes. "Please, Jenna. Want you to stay. No, Ineedyou to stay. I was so scared I'd never see you again. How could you think you were a burden when having you around is the happiest I've ever been? You're coming with me and that's the end of it."
"Oh, Clark." I blushed at the firm grip of his strong hands on my waist. "You don't know the truth about me. The longer I stay with you, the harder it gets to hide my past. Trust me, you'd kick me out the moment you learn the truth. Like I wrote in the note, it's the best for both of us that I leave."
"I wasn't asking, Jenna," Clark said in a firm voice, making me wonder if he was using his Daddy voice. "You don't get to decide what's best for me. Whatever you've been running away from, I want to help. I won't take no for an answer."
I shivered from the excitement of being told what to do. Would he bend me over his knee and spank my naughty bottom in public if I refused to obey? How wonderful it must feel to let his strong hands have their way with my bare bottom. A wet spot formed in my panties.
It's all I've ever wanted, to let a Daddy make all the hard decisions for me since Daddy knows best. Clark wasn't a Daddy, but it was the closest I could ever come to having one. This was probably how having a Daddy felt like, being told what to do in a stern voice. Clark didn't know the truth, but a part of me wondered if it wouldn't matter to him anyway, that he'd still want me and care about me just as much.
The longer he kept dominatingly staring into my eyes and the longer he had his strong hands on my waist, the harder it became to resist. I knew I was thinking with my crotch, but it became physically impossible to resist Clark any longer. I nodded with a smile and when he threw his arms around me again, I dismissed the urge to rub my crotch against his.
"Good decision," Clark said, his head on top of mine. "I had a backup plan in mind had you refused. I'm never letting you out of sight again."
My eyes widened at all the wild possibilities his backup plan could've been. I couldn't help but wonder if he'd spank me till I changed my mind?
When he broke the hug, he led me to his car and opened the door for me. My clothes were soaking wet and I needed a change of panties from all the arousal. By the time we reached home it got cloudy again and the moment we stepped in the downpour resumed.
Clark had a towel ready by the entrance, so he must’ve been serious about having a backup plan. He was going to have me back home one way or another. He towel-dried me and when he was done, I let out a loud sneeze.
"No more playing in the rain for you," he said sternly. "You could catch a cold, you know. Now off to a warm shower with you."
When I got in the shower, I was relieved I could finally have some alone time. I badly needed release. While Clark's touch would've been ideal, I had to use my fingers and imagination for now. By the time I got out of the bathroom, I felt relaxed and could think with a clear mind.
Nothing had changed since I left and I still had a strong reason to leave. But it was beginning to look like Clark could handle anything and everything. Yes, we were both probably in danger but when the fight or flight moment eventually arrived, Clark would probably choose to fight and end all my problems. The big question now was, could I risk Clark's well-being for my own safety. The threat was too big for any person, let alone a Little like me.
I shook my head to let go of the negative thoughts. Maybe when the time came, Clark would know how to handle the situation. Maybe all I needed to do was tell him the truth and let him take care of it like he likes to do with everything else. Yes, that was the only way. When I was ready, I should tell him everything and let him decide what needs to be done. Being on the run forever wasn't going to solve any problems.
I chose to dress up in the cute pink clothes Clark had bought. It was so hard to leave it behind. Just like I hoped, Clark stared at me from head to toe when I walked down the stairs into the living room. I resisted an urge to twirl around in my pretty dress. As much as I wished for it, I had to remind myself that Clark wasn't my Daddy to appreciate how good I looked in my clothes.
"Wow, you look like a princess in that dress," Clark said as I took a seat next to him on the couch. "Well, you look like a princess in general."
"Thanks, Clark." I wished I could stop blushing at every little compliment he gave me, but I couldn't help it. I felt blood rush to my cheeks.
I always wanted to be a princess living in a big castle, but now I wanted to be one only if Clark was going to be my knight in shining armor.
Clark cleared his throat and swiftly his voice turned into a stern Daddy voice. "We still need to talk about the way you left without saying goodbye. Surely, you didn't think I'd just move on and not search for you."
"I'm sorry, Clark." I couldn't look him in the eyes when he was being so authoritative, so I looked away.
He put a hand on my chin and turned my head to face him, his voice turning sweet again. "This isn't about you apologizing, sweetheart. I was concerned about you being in danger out there. People out there can be evil and you just aren't ready to survive on your own. I know you think I can't handle the truth, but I'm at an age where I've seen and heard pretty much everything there is in the world. Going forward, I want you to try and tell me what's going on in that pretty head of yours."
Clark calling me sweetheart felt so right, I could've cried. He didn't see me as a Little but I've always wanted to be my daddy's sweetheart. Hearing him call me that made me want to suck my thumb and go to sleep in his lap.
He was right about me not being ready to survive in the world alone. I needed a Daddy to guide me through this strange new world.
"I'll try to do that, yes." I nodded. "I was just thinking about telling you everything, but I think I just need time before I'm ready."
"Yes, I think that's the best way to go forward," he said quietly. "Clearly, you find your past overwhelming. Sometimes it's best to talk about the monsters and fears you had to face."
I giggled and shook my head. "Monsters aren't real."
