Page 29 of Saving Little Jenna
When I nodded, he led me into the kitchen. I sat at the kitchen table and watched him heat up some milk from the fridge. Once he turned the stove off, he poured some of the milk on the back of his hand to see if it was too hot.
When he pulled out a baby bottle from the cupboard, I almost fell off my chair from wiggling too much. It would be my first time drinking out of a baby bottle.
"Here you go, warm milk for my baby girl." Handing it to me, he scooped me up in his arms and carried me to the couch in the living room. "So which book do you want to read today?"
I ran towards the nursery but Daddy scolded me to be careful. Running around the house was a no-go. Drinking out of a bottle would regress me so far, it was probably the last time I'd walk that day. I brisk walked the rest of the way and soon returned with the last unread dog book on my shelf.
Handing it to him, I climbed into his lap, wrapped an arm around him, and took the bottle from him. I looked up at him expectantly and put the bottle in my mouth. It was all too comfortable and safe for me, Daddy's warmth, a book in his hand, and warm milk in a bottle. It meant I'd soon be struggling to keep my eyes open, but I couldn't risk falling asleep. I wanted to play with Daddy all day on this special occasion. Not a moment could be wasted in sleep.
"Once upon a time there was a puppy who was an orphan. All he wanted was to be adopted and make a human friend…"
Daddy's soothing voice only made it harder to stay awake. It was a mystery how it could change so effortlessly from deep and sexy to soothing. Halfway through the book, I found myself shaking my head just to stay awake. I needed to finish this book so I could move onto bear storybooks next.
"Time for a nap, sweetheart." He played with my pigtails and kissed me on the head. "You can barely keep your eyes open."
"No, Daddy." I shook my head, both in disagreement and to stay awake. "I want to know if the puppy finds a loving home at the end."
He continued reading but soon I was drifting in and out of sleep, with the bottle in my hands occasionally falling into my lap only to be picked up and returned to me.
Resisting it was futile, so I put the bottle down, wrapped my arms around his strong chest, and closed my eyes. "I'm just closing my eyes for a little bit, Daddy. We can read the rest of it soon."
With his big arms holding onto me, he rocked back and forth as he began singing a lullaby. Needless to say, it was enough to push me into blissful sleep. Once I was out, I felt him carry me into the nursery and lay me onto the bed. When I felt the warmth of my blankie, I frowned in my sleep and patted my chest in confusion.
I sighed in contentment when he handed me Doggo. "Thank you, Daddy."
He kissed me on the forehead and pressed a binky against my lips. I began sucking on it as he got in bed next to me. We wrapped our arms around each other and I was glad Daddy was staying for a little while. It was the safest a girl could ever feel.
Having him so close to me was the reason I had slipped into one of the deepest sleep I ever had. I dreamt that Daddy and I were madly in love, running away together fromhimto get married.
I woke up with a smile hours later, knowing full well that my dream had already come true. When it came to getting married, I hoped it would come true too one day. Now if only I could gather the strength to ask Daddy to touch me whenever I wanted. It looked like Daddy would continue to leave me high and dry unless I asked him to make love to me.
Daddy always turned me on beyond belief. I badly wanted to be Daddy's little slut, but instead, I was just a shy virgin.
"Daddy's little virgin slut," I whispered to myself.
A figure shifted in the dark and I almost screamed. As it turned out, it was just Daddy almost falling out of his chair.
"Did I hear that right?" He stood up and turned the lights on, a reading tablet in his hand. "Say it again, baby girl. Say it again and I'll make your wish come true."
Blood rushed to my cheeks as I looked away. Looked like it was finally the time to lose my v-card to Daddy. I opened my mouth to say it again, but I was distracted by the continuous rings of the doorbell.
I sat up in bed, alarmed and anxious. "Were you expecting someone, Daddy?"
My heart raced in my chest. Daddy met all his friends elsewhere, so I had never heard the doorbell ring before. I was coming up with ways to escape just in casehehad found me. Fight or flight kicked in and I was wondering if I had enough time to sneak out the backdoor.
Daddy caught me panicking. His presence suddenly reminded me that I didn't have to fearhimas much anymore. Sure,hewas just as big of a threat as ever, but now I had Daddy by my side. It meant I couldn't sneak out or abandon the city like I could before.
I couldn't put Daddy's life in danger, and I certainly wouldn't be able to forgive myself if something happened to him because of me. The reality of the situation was very clear to me now. Ifhewould show up at the doorstep one day, I would have to lethimtake me back to living hell, if he’d spare my life that is. It was the only way to save Daddy's life, and it was now clear that I would gladly die if it meant saving Daddy.
"There's only one way to find out." Daddy booped my nose before scooping me up in his arms. "Let's see who it is."
I put on a brave face, but I was shaking and shivering as Daddy carried me downstairs and towards the door. The doorbell continued to ring without a second's gap, making it all the more likely that it was indeedhimat the door. I had my eyes stuck on daddy's face, hoping it wouldn't be the last time I got to see him. Nevertheless, I tried to memorize every inch of his face just in case it was.
As Daddy opened the door, blood froze in my veins and I was about to have a panic attack. But the moment I saw Michael clinging onto his Daddy like a baby monkey to its mother, anxiety turned to excitement and I began to wiggle uncontrollably.
"Surprise!" Michael shouted and then burst into giggles. "What took you so long? Were you and your Daddy busy k-i-s-s-i-n-g? Or were you making l-o-v…"
Uncle John pinched Michael's bottom, making him squeal before he could finish his sentence. "None of your business, brat. Behave, darling. I won't hesitate to take you over the knee if you turn out to be a bratty guest. You won't be invited over again unless you're on your best behavior. You said you want to have a sleepover here one day, didn't you?"
