“Bitch, if I don’t hear from you by six I am sending the fucking army to that house.”
I finally got the phone to unlock and quickly texted back.
“I’m fine! I’m fine! I passed out and just woke up.”
Gillian had insisted that if I was going to spend the weekend at the house of a man who was living in the middle of the woods, then I was absolutely going to text her at prearranged times to make sure I was ok. I thought it was silly, but agreed to Gillian’s plan. Now, I’d almost accidentally had daddy arrested.
My phone buzzed. “Ashley, you can’t scare the crap out of me like that. Come on.”
I felt myself getting teary. I’d really screwed up. I’d come too close to really, really screwing up.
“I know, I’m so sorry. I’m safe and fine.
“Daddy’s making me supper right now.
“I’ll text tomorrow at the right time.
“I’ll make it up to you next week.”
“Better fucking believe it,” she responded.
Pause.
“Ashley, what else are you forgetting?”
Fuck. I’d forgotten to give her the pass phrase. To let her know I wasn’t being coerced or anything. I’d wondered what had happened to make her quite this paranoid, but didn’t ask. I texted back.
“Gillian is the sexiest bitch at LaSalle.”
“God damn right I am.” I was about to apologize again when another response came through.
“I’m ok. Just don’t forget tomorrow.
“Now go get laid.”
I laughed as I wiped the tears away.
“Working on it. Talk tomorrow.”
I put the phone in the pocket of my dress and made my way back to the kitchen. I was really, really hoping daddy wasn’t going to be furious with me when I told him I screwed up. I walked in and he was setting down some plates of food across from each other at the island. It looked like a stir fry. I wanted to eat, but I needed to confess my sins.
“Everything ok, princess?”
And I stood in the doorway and told him what happened. I thought he would get mad at me and yell. I was terrified he might kick me out. I thought he might spank my bottom, which I was honestly having kind of mixed feelings about. Instead he sat down on a stool at the island. I slunk over, figuring the yelling was about to start.
Instead he gently got me to sit down on his lap. He tilted my head towards him.
“First, it’s ok. I’m not mad at you,” he said.
“But I screwed up and forgot to text Gillian and I nearly had the army come and invade and then they would have taken you to jail and…”
He put his finger to my lips.
“Princess, that was a smart thing you and Gillian arranged. I always want to make sure you’re safe, so I’m glad you set that up. You’re a good girl for doing that.”
I could tell that him saying “good girl” to me was going to be something that was going to melt me every time.
“And I’m partly to blame because I zapped your brain pretty good. It’s not your fault you passed out and forgot to text your friend. I doubt you remembered your own name the last 10 minutes of the car ride here. And you were up only a few minutes and you knew you had to do that. So let’s not beat yourself up,” he said, kissing me on the head again.
I could feel the anxiety melt away. I’d had guys previously who would have chewed me out or used it as an excuse to berate me and say I was stupid. Now daddy was saying I was a good girl and it was so much better.
“Ok daddy,” I said.
“Finally, I don’t want to know if you have other times arranged this weekend, but if you do, you’re now responsible for making sure you text your friend, ok? I really don’t want to go to jail.”
I nodded my head, and he hugged me and that was that.
“Can we eat?” I asked.
He laughed and I started to get off his lap but he held me down. Instead he reached over, and grabbed my plate of food and put it next to his. He grabbed a fork and put some of the rice, chicken and veggies on it, and then put it up to my mouth. I leaned forward, opened my mouth and let him put the food in. I then closed my mouth and chewed appreciatively.
It was good. It hit the spot and gave me some much needed calories. Oh, and sitting on his lap and having him feed me? So very hot.
This went on for a few minutes, with him taking some food, and then giving some to me. I asked for some water and he would get the glass and hold it to my lips until I indicated I was finished. One time I spilled some and he used his thumb to wipe away the water. It was all I could do not to take it back in my mouth and start sucking. I could tell he was hard. Probably because I was fidgeting and squirming on his lap. I also was pretty sure I was soaking his pants.
After we finished, I bounced up off his lap, kissed him on the lips and then took the plates and went to the kitchen to clean up.
“Supper was awesome, daddy. Thank you for cooking.”
I could feel him watching me. I put on an apron that was way too big for me, but kept my dress safe. I gave my ass a little shake as I started putting things in the sink.
“You’re welcome princess.
“If you’re going to be cleaning up around here I’m going to need to get you a little maid outfit, I think.”
“Who says I didn’t pack one?”
He laughed. But I did turn around and lean back against the sink. I wanted him to look at me. I needed to put myself together for a moment so he knew.
“Seriously. Thank you for everything. Thank you for letting me come here, and letting me be little and ditzy this weekend because I really do need the break. And thank you for not freaking out at me for almost getting your arrested and making supper for me. A lot of guys wouldn’t have done that. So thank you, daddy.
“You’re more than welcome, princess.”
“Although… does that mean you’re not gonna punish me, daddy?” I said, as I slipped quickly back into my little space. I looked down at my feet and tried not to grin.
“Well, I never said that…”
***
After everything was put away in the kitchen, daddy gave me a tour of the place. The house was huge, with lots of windows and natural wood. It was also on the side of a hill. Out front, during the day time, you could see a lake, but the house was mostly hidden from view by trees. It was also all one-storey. I could understand why. With daddy’s knee, why deal with stairs? There were also three bedrooms, an office, a mechanical room, a bathroom and an en suite off the master bedroom.
I made a little squealing noise when I saw the master bedroom. It was at the opposite end of the house from the living room. It had a huge window facing out from the front of the house with a view of the woods and lake. There was a giant king-sized bed. I jumped on it and made happy noises. I also saw my suitcase in the corner. I desperately needed to change out of this dress, but it could wait a moment. I flopped on the bed, enjoying how comfortable and huge it was. It reminded me of the hotel in New York. But this was his bed. It smelled like him. It made it much better.
“I love this bed. I am going to spend so much time in this bed,” I said.
“You can help me break it in,” he said. There was something in the way he said it that made me push myself up to a sitting position. He was leaning against the door frame, looking at me.
And then I clued in.
“You got rid of all your old furniture before you moved in here,” I said. “That’s why everything looks so new and the place looks kinda empty.
“Clever, princess. Yeah, I just couldn’t have most of our old stuff in here. It felt like bringing ghosts with me. I still have a few things from our condo, but most of it is in a storage shed out back. I haven’t bought much or decorated much because, well, I thought I had all kinds of time. You threw a pleasant wrench into those plans.”
I must have looked sad because he walked over to the bed and sat on the edge. I scooted over and cuddled him from behind. He took one of my hands and kissed it.
“The house is ridiculous, of course. Much more space than I need. But… I spent most of the last 20 years living in a very modest condo on the 15th floor of a building in Toronto, surrounded by other condo towers. We tried to buy a house, but I imagine even in Saskatchewan growing up you might have heard of house prices in Toronto,” he said.
I nodded my head against his back.
“So I needed out. I needed a place where when I bought something, something else didn’t have to leave because space was tight. I needed something where the view was the condo across the way. I needed something where when I stepped outside I wasn’t encased with hundreds of other people and their problems.
“So when I found this place, well, it was the easiest decision I’d made in awhile,” he said.
“It’s a beautiful house, daddy.”
“It is. It just lacked warmth. I didn’t realize that until you came here today. So thank you for bringing some much needed joy to my home, princess.”
God, he was such a good daddy. He knew just what to say to make me feel like I was filled with magic. I was about to drag him down on the bed to make out with him, when he suddenly stood up. I looked up at him with surprise.
“Anyway, I’m not going to be maudlin when I only have a few days with my princess. Hop up, I have one more thing to show you.”
I groaned and flopped dramatically on the bed. “But I can never leave the bed, daddy. It has ensorcelled me. I am doomed to stay in your bed forever.”
“That is a very appealing thought, but I think you’ll like this. Trust me.”
“Fine,” I grumbled, crawling out of the bed. “Dragging a perfectly willing little girl out of bed. Mean daddy.”
He laughed. “I am an awesome daddy. I will prove it to you.”