Page 16 of Saving Little Jenna
"Exactly!" I softly slammed my palms onto the table. "That's because you're a Little. But I never even considered I might be a Daddy until my friend John fell in love with a Little. It made me unconsciously categorize my needs as that of a Daddy. I suspected I might be a Daddy ever since, but it took your coming into my life to make me accept the truth. But enough about me. Tell me something about yourself."
"What would you like to know?" She looked down at the glass, probably hoping she could drink out of straw instead.
"Pretty much anything." I shrugged. "I know it's hard for you to talk about your past, so I want you to start with something small."
She took a deep breath and looked at her hands underneath the table. I hoped I wasn't making her recollect all the bad memories.
We just sat in silence for a long time before she finally spoke in a low voice. "I didn't have a good life growing up, with barely any socializing. In fact, it could barely be called life since animals get to live better lives. At least they're put to sleep without much suffering."
My eyes widened in surprise. Things took a dark turn real fast and I wasn't expecting that. I knew the entire truth would be painful to hear, but I could handle it. Nevertheless, talking about it was clearly traumatizing for her.
As tears began to form in her eyes, words refused to come out of her open mouth. I wondered if it was too soon to bring it up, suddenly realizing she needed her Daddy to tell her everything was going to be alright. I rushed out of my seat and kneeled by her side, wrapping my arms around her and kissing her on the head.
"It's okay, sweetheart." I softly stroked her cheek with a finger. "All of that was in the past, but you escaped. As long as I'm alive, no one's going to lay a finger on you and that's a promise."
She looked at me with her lower lip wobbling. "Do you really mean that?Hewill never be able to harm me?"
I didn't know whohewas supposed to be, but asking her would only upset her even more.
"Of course," I said.
We hugged until she was calm again.
Kissing her head once more, I sat back in my chair and smiled at her. "You're my girl now and your life is going to be much safer. I know it's too soon to say that, but that's what you are to me, sweetheart. My sweet baby girl. You can take however long you need to call me Daddy. I want you to mean it when it comes out of your mouth."
Her voice changed as she swiftly entered a Little cadence. "I hoped you'd be my daddy when you first helped me. I don't need time, Daddy. You're so nice to me. There's no one else I'd rather have."
There it was, a bright smile on our faces. Just as I had predicted, I was hard as a rock underneath the table, but with good reason. Unconsciously, this was all I wanted to hear my entire life, to be called Daddy by someone I truly wanted to take care of.
The server soon arrived with visually appealing pizzas. They were way larger than the size of the plate they were served in, which was exactly how it was served in Italy.
When she looked at her pizza after the server left, she stuck her lower lip out in an adorable pout and her gaze shifted between our pizzas. "How come yours is filled with meat and mine is filled with vegetables, Daddy?"
I could never get tired of hearing her call me the sweet five-letter word, but a man could only get so hard. Just when my cock was beginning to shrivel, it was back up with full force, threatening to tear out of the tent in my pants. I shifted in my seat and squeezed the base of my cock underneath the table, a trick I used to calm it down. Thankfully, it went down soon enough.
Her pizza had broccoli, spinach, kale, and corn. But on the bright side, it had four different kinds of cheese. There were only two types of Littles in the world. Those who loved vegetables and those who hated them.
I laughed. "Because growing girls need to eat their veggies. I'll always find ways to sneak vegetables into your food, Little one. Now be a good girl and eat your veggies."
"Yes, Daddy," she said after a long sigh.
As we ate dinner in silence, I saw her sneaking vegetables out of the pizza from the corner of my eye. When I was busy looking down at my plate, she was hiding them one by one in the napkin in her waist. I found it amusing, so I let her get away with it, hoping she'd eventually step.
When we were halfway through and she hadn't eaten a single vegetable, I had to put my foot down. Littles liked to test their Daddies, just to see how far they can go without facing consequences. I had to show I was serious about wanting the best for her.
"That's enough, Little one," I scolded in my stern Daddy voice, causing her to shiver. "You've sneaked way too many veggies out. It might as well end up being a margarita at this rate. The floor is gonna be covered in veggies should you stand up. You're eating every single veggie on the pizza starting now and that's the end of it. Disobey and I'll take you over my knee right now. Trust me, you don't want to have a sore bottom in a restaurant."
She shivered again and squirmed in her seat as she sat in silence. "Oh, Daddy. You're going to drive me crazy. It's far too arousing when you talk like that."
I was glad she was opening up about her arousal. There were times when I was sure she was aroused, but she had been too shy to admit it.
"True as that may be," I continued in my strict tone. "It won't stop me from doing it. So be a good girl for Daddy and behave."
She nodded and tried to bring her aroused breathing back to normal. "Yes, Daddy. I sorry."
This time I watched closely and just as I hoped, she didn't sneak out any of the vegetables. After we finished, she put the napkin full of veggies onto her empty plate. It looked big enough to feed a small family.
We talked and talked for what seemed like hours. She couldn't talk about her past, so we talked about the future and the things we liked. She was super into films and it was all she could talk about. Her favorites were the Titanic and Toy Story. I couldn't wait for us to snuggle on the couch and watch some animated films together.
