Daddy's Little Girl

Chapter 7

Chapter 7

The click of her bedroom door closing and latching behind her seemed to echo throughout the room as Jennifer made her way to her small full-sized bed in the corner. She set down the paper bag before removing her robe and grabbing her phone from the nightstand where she had set it during her shower.

Sliding between her sheets, she lifted the phone and, using her thumbprint, she opened the security lock. Instantly, she saw that the b**m site’s messaging app had multiple notifications represented by a bright red number in the corner of the app. Looking at the paper bag she decided that she was more interested in who might have messaged her than she was seeing what her overzealous best friend might have picked up for her and, without giving herself a moment to think about the decision, she opened the messenger.

The first thing she noticed was a message from Jared.

“Prudes like you are why the b**m community is a laughing stock. You are not a sub, you are a stupid cunt that wants to play at being submissive but has no idea. For your own good, find a real man to f**k the woman back into you before you have the balls to call yourself a woman or a sub. It is clear to me why you are divorced.” His vile words seemed to burn into her eyes as she read them. Unfortunately, this was not the first time that a man had told her that she was not ladylike enough, or that she needed to take a backseat to his thoughts and ideas. Rolling her eyes, she hit the block button on the messenger before deleting the conversation, wishing she had never responded in the first place.

The next couple were from other Dom’s that had read her profile and wanted to talk but none of them caught her eye. Some were too pushy while others too meek. Jennifer filtered through until she reached the last message. It was from Coop and the message line was simple with the words “foolish concern.”

Clicking it open, Jennifer was not sure what she expected to see, or what she wanted it to say, but she was happy he had sent a message.

“Baby Girl, I never once thought that you were a fool. Never put words in my mouth. If I have something to say, I promise you that I will say it outright. I am glad to know that you are being safe and hope that you will consider responding and letting me know that you are home safe. This is not questioning your abilities or choices, just the Dom in me needing to know that you are being taken care of. There is something about you that seems to draw me in, and I would love to continue getting to know you.” The message ended with the simple signature of Coop.

Jennifer sat staring at the message, unsure of how to respond or what to think. Taking a deep breath, she began to type, hoping that she would not regret it. “Coop, I am home and already crawling into bed. The night went poorly, to say the least, and I was quite glad that Gary and Kirk were there as back up. Thank you for not taking offense to my knee-jerk reaction. I am not used to justifying myself to others, or even explaining myself. I have not had anyone to answer to in a long time.” As she hit send she began to reread her words and the implications scared her. Why did she care what he thought? This man lived thousands of miles away, was too old for her, and they had never even spoken, and yet she felt a connection unlike anything ever before.

Reaching for the paper bag, she wanted to distract herself from the confusing conversation and examine what her friend had gotten her, without an audience. First she pulled out the furry handcuffs with a laugh, swinging them on her finger before setting them down on the bed. Next came the handful of flavored lube, the sight made Jennifer wrinkle her nose in disgust and put them to the side to be disposed of later. The n****e clamps came out of the bag next and caused her to blush even more, but rather than shame, she could not wait to try them. Before she pulled out the mystery box at the bottom of the bag, she once again heard the alert of her phone loudly in the quiet room.

Instantly reaching for it, she saw that it was from Coop. and she could not stop her heart rate from increasing as she clicked to open the message. “We all react without thinking from time to time, Baby Girl. When I saw your response I knew how pushy my comment could have come off. That being said, no matter what, I will make those comments. You are not mine, but all women deserve to be cherished and protected and too often I see men that don't understand that. They think that mistreating women makes them a man, or more dominant or some s**t like that. If you struggle with me needing to make sure you are safe, I might not be the best friend for you to make. I am who I am. and I am too old to change.”

His words made Jennifer smile and she quickly typed a response. “I will make sure to keep that in mind for the future.”

Nearly instantly there was the ping of another message. “So Baby Girl, what went poorly?”

Jennifer groaned and thought about declining to tell him, but she also was interested in his take on the situation. He was a stranger, but he was also in the lifestyle, and had been far longer than she had. “He was late, did not bother to call or text, tried to order for me, and when I asked for something else he overruled me. The longer he spoke, the more his misogyny came through loud and clear, and when I went to leave he made it very clear that I was not to leave without his permission. I objected, and he tried to forcefully put me back into the seat. Unfortunately for him, Gary and his boyfriend were there in an instant. Even if he had tried to push the issue further, Kirk is a mountain of a man that would have loved to have put him in his place.”

Knowing that it would take him a minute to read and respond to the message, Jennifer put down her phone and shifted her attention back to the small box at the bottom of the bag. On the front there was a picture of a small T-shaped vibrator. She had never heard of the brand Lovesense but before she could open it to look further, she heard the sound of her phone alert once again.

“Ouch, yeah I would call that poorly. I am glad to hear that your friend was there. The world is a dangerous place, even for smart and strong women. I feel the same about being on time. It happens but at least let the other person know. It's common courtesy. Then again, the term common is no longer that. Common sense and common courtesy are both rarities in this world. So how many other dates have you arranged?”

Smiling at the response, Jennifer replied. “None, this site is full of creeps. The only man that I have found interesting is completely inappropriate for me. He is too far away, too much older than I am, and I suspect he is too controlling for my stubborn nature, and yet, like Icarus I am drawn to him.”

“Baby Girl, you are not flying too close to the sun. You are hiding in the shadows, afraid to let your light shine in the sun. As for this Dom you found on the site, are you sure he is too controlling? Could it be that he too found someone he is drawn to and the Dom in him cannot stomach the idea of you being unsafe? I will not address the distance or ages because details do not matter, minds do.”

Considering her answer carefully, Jennifer replied. “That is a thought to consider as I drift off to sleep tonight. Thank you for messaging me and I look forward to our future conversations. Good night Coop, sleep well.”

Quickly, she flicked the button to put her phone on do not disturb and plugged it in on her nightstand. Picking up the vibrator, she started to put it back in the bag, but thought differently at the last moment. Reaching for the charger, she plugged it in and laid it beside her cell phone while placing the other gifts into the drawer below. The manual stated that it should be given a full charge before use, and it required her to download an app to control it from her phone. Knowing that it was far too much to think about this late in the evening, Jennifer promised herself that she would read up on the toy later. Just because she was embarrassed at the idea of her gay best friend buying it was not a reason for her to be ungrateful.

Once everything was put away, she settled in to bed, blankets pulled high, determined to forget the mess that had happened with Jared and looking forward to a dreamless sleep. All thoughts of the prick were quickly swept away and replaced with thoughts of a mystery man, his face shrouded in shadows, his words hypnotic. The final thought she had while drifting off was that she had never thought she would like to be called Baby Girl but suddenly the term held a strange appeal.