CHAPTER FOUR
Waylon
Lena jumps and claps her hands as the ball falls straight into the most valuable ring. The screen above the game flashes the words HIGH SCORE in bright red and yellow letters. Lena turns to me and throws her arms around me. “Did you see that, Daddy?”
“Very good, little girl!” I say, holding her tight. She is soft and supple in my arms, and I can’t avoid thoughts of how she would feel if we were naked. She holds the embrace a little longer than she needs to, and I hope she feels the same way I do. “What do you want to play next?”
She takes us to a game where we have to shoot jets of water at targets placed along the wall. If we manage to make a target rise to the top before time runs out, we win a prize. These games are usually rigged, so it’s impossible or nearly impossible to win, but the arcade owner has adjusted the game to make it relatively easy to win. Soon, Lena is happily clutching a giant stuffed unicorn as she trots over to two plastic seats designed to look like motorcycles.
After spending several hours at the arcade, I realize it’s time to get my little girl home and in bed. She chats happily as we drive back to her place, and I feel my attraction to her grow. It feels so good to have a little girl again.
We’ve only spent a few hours alone, but already I can tell I want more than just a date with her. She is different from the other little girls I’ve known. Different from Tina, different from everyone. She’s sweet, funny, and intelligent, though she hides that intelligence behind a mask of insecurity. That’s something we can work on.
My pulse quickens at the thought of helping Lena overcome her insecurity and reach her full potential. This is how a good Daddy treats his little girl. He doesn’t betray her trust or put her down. His primary responsibility is to help his little girl become the best she can be and reach all her goals and dreams. This is more important even than his own needs. I am so eager to prove I can help Lena I have to remind myself to follow traffic laws as we drive to her place.
When we reach her house, she smiles tentatively up at me and blushes. “Would you like to come in, Daddy?”
I smile down at her. “I would love to come in. Thank you, princess, that’s very nice of you.”
She turns a few shades redder than a ripe tomato, and when I open the door, she walks a few steps ahead of me, swaying her hips provocatively. She glances behind herself to make sure I’m watching.
I am. How could I not be?
Still, I didn’t accept her invitation just to fuck her. We have important things to talk about first.
When we enter, she turns and stands on her tiptoes to kiss me. I catch her hands and stop her. “Slow down, little girl. There will be time for that.”
She looks confusedly at me but nods.
I smile at her. “Lena, you know the most important part of being a little girl is having someone to guide you so you can be the best you can be, right?”
She nods. “Yes, Daddy.”
“And you know that a good little girl listens to her Daddy, right?”
A shadow crosses her face so quickly that I might have missed it if she wasn’t capturing every ounce of my attention at the moment. “Yes, Daddy,” she says, a little too quickly.
“What’s wrong, little girl?”
“Nothing.” she insists.
“Don’t lie to me, little girl,” I warn, my voice low and stern.
She gasps, and a flush comes to her cheeks. God, I want her! She swallows and says, “Well, my first Daddy used to say that to me, but that was usually right before he would tell me I was stupid, worthless, and not good enough to do anything right.”
I am so stunned to hear those words I don’t respond for a moment. She tries to smile. but I can tell she doesn’t feel it. “Anyway, that’s all in the past,” she says.
“Do you sometimes feel like he’s right?” I ask.
She doesn’t answer for a long moment. Finally, she sighs, and there are tears in her eyes when she replies. “Yes, sometimes.”
I nod. Then I take her hands in both of mine. “Little girl, look at me,” I say.
She listens, and her lips part slightly. God, I want this girl. “I have something to tell you, little girl. It’s important, so I need you to pay close attention, okay?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
I nod approvingly. “Little girl, you are never to tell yourself you’re stupid, worthless, or not good enough ever again. You’re not to let anyone else tell you that. You are a strong, intelligent woman, and you are more than capable of being whatever you want to be. Do you understand?”