Daddy's Little Girl

Chapter 9

Chapter 9

Jennifer's Monday morning started on the wrong foot and just got worse as time progressed. One of her long-term clients called because she was looking to purchase two new businesses, and she wanted Jennifer to go over the prospective companies' financials as soon as possible, offering Jennifer triple her normal rate to complete the assessment by the end of the week.

While this was taking her time, she found herself frequently checking her phone looking for a message from a new number. She knew that it was unlikely that Coop would reach out, but for some reason she was sure that he would.

By the time that she looked up at the clock her body was aching and desperate for a meal. The clock showed her that she had been at her desk for nearly 12 hours, and it was well past her dinner time. Standing and stretching, she made her way to the kitchen, checking her phone as she walked. There were a couple of new text messages for her review. One from Gary reminded her that they were supposed to meet for lunch on Wednesday, a date that she knew that she would not be attending due to the increased workload that she now had waiting for her.

The rest of the messages were work related, and she decided that they could all wait until after she had eaten.

Quickly looking around the kitchen, she realized that there was a limited number of options for her that did not require much preparation, and while she enjoyed cooking tonight she just needed food, having worked through lunch, again. Deciding that a cold dinner was her best option, she began to pull out the ingredients for a sandwich.

Jennifer stood in her kitchen, her mind elsewhere as she attempted to make herself a simple sandwich for dinner. Her long red hair cascaded around her shoulders, framing her face in a halo of vibrant locks. Absentmindedly, she began spreading mayonnaise on a slice of bread, her thoughts wandering far from the task at hand.

Her phone lay on the counter nearby, its screen dark, but her mind was fixated on it. Should she send a message to Bob to delay their meeting to tomorrow morning? She knew that she could use the time to work on her new project but she didn't want to cancel. She needed to meet a nice guy sooner rather then later so that she could stop thinking about Coop. It was clear that he was not interested enough to make an effort, as she had not even bothered to text.

As she reached for the lettuce, her hair swooped down, trailing into the sandwich fixings. Jennifer gave a frustrated sigh as she felt a tug on her scalp. With a gentle yank, she freed her hair, whose curls had caught on the handle of the cabinet, though not without knocking over the jar of pickles in the process. Pickle juice spilled onto the counter, narrowly missing her phone.

As the tangy smell of vinegar filled the room, Jennifer continued cleaning the mess but not seeing it. Distractedly wiping her hands on a nearby towel, Jennifer resumed assembling her sandwich, her thoughts flitting back to Coop. She had no idea why she was so drawn to a man that was completely wrong for her and would no doubt result in her losing her mind at this rate. He was way too old for her, that was a fact. He lived on the other side of the country, and she had just settled into her home here. There was no way that she was looking to relocate.

Her fingers fumbled slightly with the sandwich as she piled on the turkey and cheese. Glancing at her phone again, she resisted the urge to check for any missed notifications. Should she just quickly check it? What if he had messaged her while she was tangled in her own hair?

With a determined effort, Jennifer finished making her sandwich and sliced it in half. She placed it on a plate and then finally allowed herself to glance at her phone. Still no messages. Disappointment tugged at her, but she reminded herself not to read too much into it. Maybe he was just busy, or maybe he was just not that into her.

Taking a bite of her sandwich, Jennifer's mind continued to wander. She replayed their last few messages in her head, trying to decipher if there were any signs that he might be interested in something more. Lost in thought, she almost didn't notice her phone beeping on the counter.

Heart racing, she quickly wiped her hands and picked up the phone. It was a number that she did not recognize, but it was an Ohio area code.. Her face broke into a wide grin as she opened the message, trying to be casual despite the excitement bubbling inside her.

“Baby Girl, I think we need to discuss safety with men online. Did you realize how much information I can get about you from this number? You need to remember that you are too important to risk for silly things. With that said, Thank you for your number. I thought long and hard about reaching out to you after your last message. A part of me understands your need to move slowly, but the rest of me wonders why you are so willing to give up who you are to be something else? Did you think of the questions I asked you? Please do not think this is me being controlling, but it’s me being me.”

Jennifer's smile faded as she read the message. It was clear from his words that he did not think that what she was doing was right, but she knew that it was what she needed at the moment. Thinking for a moment, she decided to finish her dinner before replying.

As she ate she thought of the questions that he had sent her. She had thought about them greatly overnight, and she had answers, but she knew that Coop was going to use them against her. Logic and desire were at war inside of her as she thought about his words.

How did she know that she is a natural submissive? That question was one that she knew was the crux of the issue. Thinking over her life, she knew that there was something about the idea of submission that she desperately needed, but did that make her a submissive? Remembering her actions, her desire to please, and her need to please her partner to be pleased, she felt strongly that this is who she was but since she had never really participated, just researched, how did she know?

Knowing that these thoughts were the point of his message, Jennifer thought about if she should reply, and what she should say as a response. “Your questions are valid, and I do not honestly think I can answer them. I am aware of how much information a person can get from giving out a phone number, but given the choice of cutting off contact and taking the risk the decision was an easy one. I do not know what it is but talking to you makes me feel good. Your questions force me to think of things in a way that I might not otherwise. As for safety, as you may recall from our earlier conversations, I do take care not to make myself a victim. I will consider your words, but in the meantime, I have a date for coffee with a man that seems a lot like me in the morning. I look forward to hearing your opinion on me talking to, and possible dating, a vanilla man that jokes about being boring. You are fast at asking me questions, but are you willing to answer some yourself? How long have you been in the lifestyle? How many subs have you had? How did you know that you are a Dom?”

A small smile played on Jennifer's lips as she sent this text, thinking about how he would respond and the answers to her questions. As she finished cleaning up the mess in the kitchen she moved her way through the house, listening for the tell tale ding of the phone. She had already crawled into bed when she heard it and, against her better judgment, she opened the message to see what he had written.

“That is more like it, Baby Girl. I have been part of the lifestyle for over 30 years and knew even as a teenager that I needed to care for my partner. I am not a Dom that needs pain or aggression, but I need my sub to give herself fully and completely to me. Sleep well little one. I look forward to hearing about your date tomorrow. I suspect that I know exactly how it will go.”

Jennifer turned off her phone after reading the words, unable to wipe the smile off her face that she still had her new friend.