Andrew
The overwhelming responsibility I feel right now cannot be put into words. The gorgeous, sexy, vulnerable woman in front of me is totally in her Middle space. She’s as precious and adorable as I’ve told her.
The urge to be her everything is strong. I know she’s nervous, and she has a right to be, but I want desperately to prove to her I can be what she needs.
Part of me wishes I could freeze this moment and stop the world from spinning for two hours so I can Google the hell out of what it means to be a Middle and then slide back onto this chair and pick up where we’ve left off.
The other part of me is glaring with hands on hips because I know I can do this without research. Everything with Avery comes easily and naturally. That, combined with my undeniable sexual attraction to her, makes her the total package.
I’ve been a dominant since the first time my dick got hard. When I close my eyes and fantasize about women, I’m in charge. I take control and make sure they are beyond satisfied before I ever slide into them.
I’m confident that I understand what Avery needs. Making a shift from straight Dom to Daddy feels easy with her. She’s giving me every hint with her body language and words I need to better understand her.
Seeing a woman experience the pinnacle of all pleasure is the most exhilarating source of satisfaction and energy. I want to rock Avery’s world in every possible way, erasing the doubt still lingering in her skeptical eyes.
I know I have to earn her trust, and I’m chipping away at it slowly but surely, but I’m up to the task. Maybe there’s always been a Daddy lurking inside me and I just didn’t know it. I’ve certainly been hard more times than I can count watching and listening to this sweet, endearing woman who I now realize was nearly always in her Middle space.
I love her innocence and the way she blushes when she’s embarrassed. I love her sass and the way she stomps her foot to prove she’s capable of anything. I know she is.
There’s a balance, and I’m going to find it. A way to get her to let me take care of her as a Daddy should without letting her think she couldn’t have managed on her own.
I want to mow her lawn and shovel her snow and bring in her mail and even cook for her without her getting defensive. I want her to let me do those things because she trusts me to know her needs and make sure they’re met.
It’s quite clear she’s also a grown woman who gets up in the morning and dresses with enough authority to manage over a hundred tweens every day. That’s the hardest job on Earth in my opinion. Maybe being a Middle herself helps her understand the kids at school and tap into their young brains.
“Let’s put this leftover food in the fridge and then go upstairs, okay?”
“Yes, Sir.”
My cock jumps every time she calls me Sir. She’s been sliding deeper and deeper into her comfortable Middle space all evening. With every indication I give that she’s safe with me, she lets another piece of her wall down.
I open a few cabinets and find the tin foil so I can cover the chicken. I tuck it in the fridge while she puts the rest of the plates and silverware in the sink.
She runs water over everything to rinse it off and then lifts her gaze to me. “Can we leave it in the sink and load the dishwasher later?”
My chest tightens. Her deference to my wishes reaches in and grabs my heart, seizing it. “I think that would be okay tonight.”
She smiles and takes my hand, leading me toward the stairs.
I melt. I know the layout of her condo. It’s the same as mine but flipped. We share walls. I’ve often wished they weren’t as well-insulated as they are, wanting to hear her moving around. But all I’ve ever heard were faint noises when she drags a chair across the floor or flushes a toilet.
Or runs down the stairs. She never takes enough steps, which means she skips every other one. I’ve sometimes cringed when I’ve heard her feet pounding down these stairs, imagining she will fall on her face and break a bone.
When we hit the stairs, she does just that, bounding up them two at a time. She only makes it to the fourth step before I grab her from behind with my hands on her hips and stop her dead in her tracks.
I press my front against her back and she tips her head back to meet my gaze. “What?”
“You’re going to break your neck.”
She smiles. “I tell myself that nearly every time.” She shrugs.
“Then if you won’t listen to yourself, how about you listen to me?” I lift a brow.
Her eyes widen.
“You heard me. Slow down so you don’t fall or I’ll swat your bottom before we even get upstairs.”
“Yes, Sir.” Her eyes remain wide with awe.
I give her bottom a pat. “Good girl.” I’ve shocked her, but her reaction to my dominance is spectacular. Winning.
Like in my condo, there are two bedrooms upstairs. The one on the left should be the master bedroom. The one on the right should be her office.
She pushes the door to the master bedroom open first and lets me pass her to step inside. It’s not what I expected. There’s no sign of her Middle. It’s tidy and organized. The bedding is bright purple, and one wall is painted the same shade, but other than that, no one would suspect there’s a vibrant Middle living inside Avery.
I wander in farther and then turn around, grinning. “Why do I get the feeling you don’t always keep your room this clean?”
She flushes, her head tipping to one side with a shrug.
“You suspected you might bring me up here, but you didn’t expect to tell me your deepest secrets and desires first, did you?”
She shakes her head, her hair bouncing around her shoulders.
I shuffle toward her closet. “What if I open this door?”
She races across the room fast enough to beat Usain Bolt, slides between me and the closet, and plasters herself to the door. “Don’t you dare.”
I chuckle, taking a step closer, pretending I’m going to do as I please.
She puts her hands out and pushes against my chest. “Please, Andrew.”
I grab her around the waist and pull her against me. “Okay, honey. Don’t panic.” I tip her head back and kiss her lips. “I wouldn’t want an avalanche of clothes and shoes and God-only-knows what else to fall out all over the floor and cause a tripping hazard.”
She rolls her eyes. “It’s not that bad.”
I quickly bend my knees, tuck my shoulder into her tummy, and lift her off the floor.
She squeals as I turn around, batting at my back with her fists while I secure an arm around her thighs. I’m finally going to satisfy an urge I’ve had for far too long. I lift my hand and give her bottom a solid spank.
Before she can say a word, I set her back on her feet and steady her with my hands on her shoulders.
I love the flush that stains her cheeks a bright red. She’s gasping for breath too. “Andrew!” She sways a bit, disoriented, her hand coming to her behind to rub it. “That hurt.”
I grin. “It was supposed to. I told you not to roll your eyes at me. Next time maybe you’ll think twice before you toss me that sass.”
She bites the corner of her bottom lip adorably, still rubbing her bottom. When she releases her lip, her next words nearly bring me to my knees. “Yes, Sir.”
I take her hand and lead her to the edge of the bed. “Turn around. Lean over. Hands above your head.”
She faces the mattress but glances back at me over her shoulder. “What are you going to do?”
“Check your bottom to make sure I didn’t strike you too hard. Your skin is fair. It will take me a while to know for sure how hard I can spank you without injuring you.”
“Oh.” She rubs the spot again, not following my directions. “It’s fine. You don’t need to look.”
I plant my hands on my hips and lift a brow, saying nothing, asserting my authority. I know one thing for sure, if I’m not firm with her right from the start, she’ll wrap herself around my little finger and get away with all sorts of shenanigans in the future.
“Oh, all right,” she whines as she faces away from me finally and leans over the side of the bed.
“Hands, Avery,” I remind her. I’m confident she’s well aware she only followed part of my instructions. She’s testing me.
She pulls her dainty hands out from under her chest and slides them above her head. She’s trembling. I know she’s nervous, but I suspect she’s also aroused.
I step closer, angling to one side of her, lift her dress up over her bottom, and tuck it under my hand at the small of her back.
The sight of her black lacy panties against her creamy, white skin is my undoing. It’s even sexier than I imagined. My cock is going to revolt before it gets a turn to come out and play. We’re nowhere near close to that moment.
Her breath hitches when I palm her bottom, and she lifts onto her toes when I ease those sexy panties over her fair skin and drag them down to her thighs.
I can see the outline of my handprint on her skin. It’s pink and hot and I bet it smarts a little, but I swatted her with the perfect pressure. Hard enough to teach her a lesson. Not so hard that she’ll be feeling the burn for too long.
Any impact play on her fair skin will show up faster than other people’s and last longer, so I’ll have to temper my swats.
I trail my fingers over her heated skin and then lean down and kiss her sweet, sexy bottom. “You’ll be fine.” I give her a little pat, making her squirm.
I can’t keep from grinning, nor am I ready to release her. “I wonder how else you were affected by my discipline…” I muse, sliding my fingers down lower, teasing the backs of her thighs.
She whimpers, lifting onto her toes again.
“Spread your legs for me, honey.”
She stiffens, uncertain. I know she’s struggling to let me take control, but I know she wants it badly at the same time.
“Do you want me to plant another spank on your bare bottom?”
She shakes her head. “No, Sir.”
“Then open for me, Avery. Let me see how wet you are.”
Another delightful whimper escapes her lips as she does as she’s been told, awkwardly spreading her legs, stretching her panties tight around them.
I ease my hand lower, teasing her with my fingertips, making goosebumps rise on her bottom and her thighs and probably all over her body. I’m half shaking too as I treat myself to this little show.
I take my time so that when I finally ease a finger through her folds, she is soaked. My cock jumps again when she cries out. I press down firmly with my hand on the small of her back so she doesn’t squirm away. “My Little girl is so wet and hot.”
She’s moaning now, which makes me want to fist pump. It’s going to be so fucking sweet making love to her. Not yet though. I just want to make her want it right now. Then we’re going to explore the other room across the hallway.
I smooth my wet finger up higher, finding her clit and circling it. “I love that you keep your pussy shaved bare. It’s so smooth and soft. You shaved it this afternoon for me, didn’t you, honey?”
She hesitates a moment and then nods, adorable sounds escaping her lips.
I tap her clit several times and then remove my hand. I’m sure her head is spinning and she’s beyond desperate as I pull her panties back up over her bottom, ease her dress back into place, and then pat her behind one more time. “Show me your other room, honey.”
She’s shaking as she draws her hands down far enough to shove her upper body off the bed. Her eyes are wide when she turns around and meets my gaze. “Now?”
“Yep. I want to know everything about you.” I stroke her cheek. Her face is red hot now. It’s probably going to stay that way for the entire evening. It will if I have anything to do with it.
I lift her hand and rub it against my cheek.
She swallows and says, “I love when you don’t shave for a day. It’s so sexy.”
I smile, happy to have pleased her. “I bet you’d like Daddy to rub his face between your thighs, wouldn’t you?” It’s the first time I’ve referred to myself as Daddy. I watch her closely, wondering how far she wants me to take things. So far, it seems she wants it all. And I’m beyond willing to give it to her.
She gulps, nodding. She also squeezes her thighs together and says, “You can’t put your face there, Daddy. That would be embarrassing.”
Be still my racing heart. If she got any cuter or sexier, I would come in my pants.
Finding my voice, I tip her chin back and meet her gaze, plastering on a serious expression because she needs this, and I love it. “You’ll trust Daddy to know what you need and how to take care of your sweet pussy, understood?”
Indeed her cheeks can turn a deeper red. “Yes, Sir,” she whispers, her voice filled with awe.
“Good girl. Now show me your play room.” I know that’s what I’m going to find. A play room for a tween girl.
I set my hands on her shoulders and turn her to face the door, noticing for the first time that her desk is in this room. It’s against the wall next to the door. She has a laptop and a stack of papers that look like tests when we get closer. She had said she was grading papers when I spoke to her this morning. Apparently, she works in here.
When we reach the closed door of her other room, she sets her hand on the knob and pauses. “You won’t laugh, will you?”
“Never.” I give her shoulders a squeeze.
Finally, she opens the door and inches forward, letting me enter her special space.
Honestly, I’m not shocked at all. She already told me enough about her Middle that I’m not surprised by anything I see. The room is exactly what one would expect from the average twelve-year-old girl. She even has a twin bed. The furniture is white, and the comforter on the bed is also white with a giant rainbow running across it.
There’s a bookshelf, a small table with two chairs, a giant beanbag chair covered in bright polka dots of every color, and a dresser that has two drawers partially open with clothes hanging out of them. The closet door isn’t quite closed either. Clothes are spilling out.
The best part though is the walls. They’re covered in colorful posters. Boy bands, but also puppies, kittens, rainbows, and various slogans that tell me who Avery is.
It’s poignant that she has so many quotes from powerful women about equality and LGBT issues and voting rights. She’s a firm liberal advocate, and I love it.
I also love that at the same time she will clearly participate in rather deep and consistent roleplay in which the Daddy is in complete control. It’s fascinating and tells me just how strong she is and how well she knows herself.
I wander in farther and take a seat at her table, reaching for the paper she was obviously recently coloring. It’s not a small child’s work. It’s intricate with tiny, numbered sections that are color-coded. It’s going to be a white unicorn surrounded by bright rainbows. “This is amazing, honey. I love it.”
“Thank you,” she whispers shyly.
I pick up a box of what looks like tiny jewels next. “What are these?”
“It’s called diamond painting. It’s cathartic.”
I frown. “What do you do?”
She shuffles closer and reaches across me to pick up a rolled mat of some sort. She spreads it open in front of me and then points at a few tools on the table. “You basically use that tool to glue the tiny jewels onto the squares where they belong on the picture. It’s so pretty when it’s all done.”
I nod. “It must take forever.”
“Yep. Like I said. It’s cathartic. When I just want to be alone and ignore my adult responsibilities, I come in here. I change into clothes that make me feel young and comfortable, and play or color or whatever I want.”
I wrap my arm around her waist and haul her closer to my side, meeting her gaze eye to eye. I’m going to have to sit a lot with her standing next to me in order to meet her eyes like this. I smile at her. “It’s perfect. You’re perfect. I love this space you’ve created for yourself.”
“Thank you, Sir.”
I glance at the walls. “Do you listen to all these bands?”
She nods. “Yep, but I keep the music pretty low.”
“Why’s that?”
She chews on her bottom lip again and then releases it. “So it won’t bother you.”
“Ah. Well, you don’t have to do that anymore. It won’t bother me. I’ll enjoy hearing it because then I’ll know you’re in here being your inner Middle.”
“Okay,” she says hesitantly.
I nod at the wall that separates our condos. “My office is on the other side of this room. It will please me to know you’re in here when I’m in there.”
“Yes, Sir. You’ll tell me if it’s too loud though, right? And if you hate it?”
I kiss her nose. “Nope. Never.”
“Daddy!”
I grin at her. “I believe I like it when you call me Daddy. I think you should do it more often.”
She giggles.
“Maybe sometimes I can come in here with you and watch you color or play a game with you, huh?”
“Maybe…”
“Do you ever sleep in here?”
“Sometimes. Especially on the weekends. Sometimes I stay in my Middle mindset for the entire weekend.”
“I noticed your desk is in the master bedroom.”
“Yeah because I’m an adult when I grade papers and work on lesson plans.”
“Makes sense.”
I glance at her twin bed again. “I don’t think Daddy is going to fit in that bed. Do you think you can be in your Middle space in the big bed in the master bedroom when you’re with me?”
She nods. “I can be young all over the house if I want to.”
“Ah, so I can defile you in every single room, huh?” I tease her, loving the way she flushes for the millionth time.
“Daddy…”
She’s embarrassed. I think I like this side of her. I’m so fucking glad she found the courage to tell me her fantasies because now I don’t have to guess what to do to make her writhe. She’s been daydreaming of pretending it’s the first time. She wants to feel embarrassed and exposed.
I’m going to come in my pants.
I turn her a bit so she’s standing between my legs, facing me. I slide my hand up to cup her face, angling it to one side before closing the distance and kissing her senseless.
I want her knees wobbly and her nipples stiff. I want her panties so wet that she’s silently begging me inside her head. I doubt she’ll beg me out loud, but I want her to feel desperate before I let her come.
She’s panting when I break the kiss.
I rub my thumb over her swollen bottom lip. I’m going to make her other lips swell with this same desire soon. “Do you think Daddy can take you in the other room and make you feel good now, honey?”
She chews on her lip adorably and nods, tucking her head as if she’s mortified by the idea.
I’ve never wanted a woman this badly in my life. I doubt I ever will again. I also doubt once I’ve been inside her I’ll be able to let her go. She hasn’t had sex in years. She’s going to be tight. Her pussy is going to strangle my cock deliciously.
As I stand, I sweep her off the ground and cradle her in my arms.
It’s time to take this to the bedroom.