Semua Bab Sin: Ninety Days With The Sorvino Don: Bab 131 - Bab 140

SYDNEYSo, now I know how the world ends.I leap off the couch and, of course, promptly stumble and fall right down on the floor. I’m desperate to get away and when I go to stand up, I bang my head on the coffee table. It’s like an evil slapstick comedy routine and I groan from the pain in my head.I force myself to get up and then I see Jonas, who looks at me with amusement in his eyes. The amusement infuriates me even though it’s sexy as hell. It doesn’t matter. The complete humiliation of the situation makes everything else irrelevant, and I leap forward to get past him, run upstairs, hide in my closet and die a slow, lonely and mortified death.And the slapstick continues.As I leap forward, my foot slides on the tee shirt I casually dropped on the floor, and I fly backward, banging one elbow softly on the couch cushion and the other elbow on the corner of the coffee table.“Ow!” I cry out. I leap back up and fall sideways onto the couch.“Calm down,” Jonas says.“I…I… I…” I can’t

SYDNEYI sign the check and then walk from my kitchen table out my front door and across the yard to Brittney and Timothy’s house. It is my down payment along with my very first house payment. I am thrilled to be a homeowner. I am delighted that Brittney and Timothy are carrying the note. My best friend is married and happy now and I am so glad I moved to this place. Most of all I am grateful for Jonas. I cannot believe how wonderful the relationship feels and how remarkable it is that I am constantly happy and eager for the next time I will see him.God, I’m a little girl.I’m totally a little girl, and he’s totally my Daddy and I just don’t want to admit it.The worst part is that Jonas knows that I am his little girl, and he is my Daddy, and it’s just a contest of wills to see which of us is going to bend first. Sometimes I hate how damned stubborn I am about that. I knock on the door and Brittney opens it and giggles and gives me a big hug. She drags me in, and I give her the check

TIFFANYI feel a lot better after my playdate with Brittney and Cydney, but I can feel the effects of little space wearing off now that I’m once again alone in my tiny studio apartment. When I really feel like a little girl, it feels like the world slips away, all except for what is right in front of me, and that’s a wonderful, beautiful break from my regular life.I wish I could stay in little space forever.That’s what we call it, when a little girl is focused just on being a little girl. Little girl as in Daddy/little girl or Daddy Dom/little girl or DDlg or just ageplay BDSM, depending on who’s talking. That’s my lifestyle, and like others who are on the submissive side of the equation, the little girls, when I get into that headspace life feels wonderful.The big problem, of course, is that I don’t have a Daddy.It’s damned hard to feel like a little girl without a Daddy to protect me and care for me and I guess to enforce the rules.I’m quite good at being protected.I am excepti

TIFFANY“Sure,” he says. “I’ll take care of your insurance bill.”I rush up and bat my eyes and say, “Oh, Daddy! Thank you!”I throw my arms around him and he pries them off and pushes me back. “But you got yourself into this mess, and you’re not doing anything to fix it. You didn’t fill out the job applications I’ve got for you and you’re not going to any interviews.”“But…”“I set up an interview at City Hall for you. It’s Friday at 9am. You must agree to go. I already know you’ll get the job because it’s a favor to me. You’re going to go to that job and you’re going to be the best employee who’s ever worked in the records department. You’re never going to miss a day and you’re never going to be late.” “I… what?”“You heard me, little girl,” he said.“But Daddy,” I said sweetly. “I’m just not good at…” My voice trailed off because his face showed he wasn’t listening to anything I said.“I’m going to take care of your insurance. Actually, I already called and paid the bill from my off

ROBERTI’m just about to hit the sack, wearing only my boxers and my tee shirt, when the doorbell rings. I open it just a crack and then open it widely, in shock. She’s there. She’s there on my porch!Although I know only a few days have passed, it still feels like I see her in front of me after an eternity has passed without her. “Tiffany,” I say.“I…”“Robert,” she says softly. “May I come in?”This is no way any amount of preparation is enough to soften the blow of hearing her call me by my name. Since our first date alone, I have been Daddy.And now I’m not.She steps in and I close the door behind her. She is tentative, a stranger in my house instead of a girlfriend. She stands waiting for me to give her permission to sit, and that hurts like hell. “Please,” I say. “Have a seat.”She nods. I can see in her face she’s on the brink of tears. She sits on the couch and I sit on the recliner, afraid to sit next to her. In fact, I feel a great deal of fear at the moment, fear that I won