Page 28 of Saving Little Jenna
Sometimes the smallest decisions of our lives lead to the biggest change, and no matter how scary change might seem, it was a necessary step to happiness. I was so scared when I ran away, but it was the best decision of my life because it brought Daddy into my life.
"I'm lucky I have you to take care of me," I said when he set his plate up. "But you don't have a Daddy to take care of you. Let me do it, Daddy. I'm a big girl and I can feed you."
He laughed when I took a spoonful of his food and made it go around with airplane sounds.
"Open your mouth!" He stifled a laugh as I put the spoon in his mouth. "Veggies are good for you. They help you grow big and strong."
Sometimes it was good for Littles to take care of their Daddies too. It was the least they could do in return for all the nice things Daddies did for them.
I sang him his favorite Eminem song he liked listening to so much, but I replaced all the bad words with bleeps. Halfway through I had to let him feed himself since there was way too much food on his plate. No wonder he was so big and thick with muscle.
After lunch, it was back to playtime. He helped me build a tower out of giant blocks, with citizens like Doggo and other toys nearby. When I laughed and charged into the tower, it was satisfying to watch the citizens buried under the blocks.
Daddy shook his head and clicked his tongue. "Look what you've done to your poor stuffie. If it could talk, it'd ask for justice. Looks like I'll have to avenge its death. A suitable punishment should do."
"Punishment?" I stuck my lips out in a pout and put a finger on my lip, lowering my chin and looking up at Daddy with big eyes like Michael had taught me. "I'm too cute to be punished."
Daddy crossed his arms and scoffed. He was somehow resisting the ancient art of pouting and looking cute. I was promised by Michael that its success rate was a hundred percent. He even offered me a money-back guarantee. Looked like I had to ask back for the toy it had cost me.
"Your witchcraft won't work on me, Little one. Here's your punishment, tickles!"
He burst out into laughter and charged into me before I could beg him for a different punishment. But soon he had me pinned against the floor and his fingers ticked my sensitive tummy.
"Please!" I begged as I shook my head in laughter with tears running down my cheeks, but Daddy was ruthless. He gave me enough time to catch my breath, only to resume tickling again.
Worst. Punishment. Ever.
"Oh, look!" He pulled my stuffie out of the rubble and handed it to me. "Doggo is alive after all. All those tickles were for nothing."
I pouted as I wiped my tears. "I demand compensation for the injustice caused to me."
Daddy nodded wisely and his smile turned into a stern expression. "As you know, tickles can be both reward and punishment. So more tickles then? But this time as a reward."
His fingers swiftly moved onto my tummy, causing me to squeal in anticipation. Thankfully, he just looked at me with an evil smile instead of tickling me.
"Well, then," he said. "I'll let you have a reward of your choosing."
My cheeks turned red as I just lay there in silence. His strong body still had me pinned against the floor.
"My sweet girl is so shy." He pinned my arms above my head, his other hand moving onto my neck and stroking my cheek. "But I won't reward you until you ask for it. What is it that you want, baby girl?"
Maybe I should start by asking for small things. Once I got comfortable asking for his touch, I could move onto asking for bigger things.
Words refused to come out of my mouth, so I took a breath and spoke as fast as I could. "I want you to kiss me, Daddy. Not the goodnight kind, but the grown-up kind."
The strength of his big muscular body pressed up against me was enough to make me leak downstairs. I squirmed my hips to feel his crotch against me. A part of me wanted to shed my shyness and dry hump Daddy. His dick was growing hard by the second and if I wiggled my crotch just the right way, I could feel it against my pussy.
He slowly moved his face closer and planted his lips onto mine, sucking on my lower lip before pushing his tongue into my mouth. I eagerly flicked my tongue and sucked onto it. Kissing Daddy was enough to turn me into a moaning mess. I could barely wait for the day I'd have his throbbing dick inside me.
I asked for a grown-up kiss and it's exactly what I got. He straddled onto me and we made out for a good half hour. When he stopped, I whimpered and begged him for more with my eyes. He looked at me expectantly, hoping I'd ask him to make sweet love to me. Needless to say, I was too shy and instead asked with my needy eyes.
"I'll be right back after I take care of little Clark." He looked down at his crotch and smiled.
When he got off me, there was a huge tent in his pants. It was a shame such an erection would go to waste instead of pleasuring my pussy. Once I would get comfortable enough to ask for sex, there wouldn't be a day in his life he'd have to jerk off.
As he hungrily scanned my body from head to toe, his dick twitched in his pants as if in approval. He scurried off to the bathroom and when he returned, I still lay on the floor disappointed in my inability to ask for what I wanted. When my eyes wandered down to his crotch, I could've almost cried at the absent tent in his pants.
He helped me up. "How about some warm milk? I could read you a story while you drink it."
