So yeah this happened... I have NO words.
New story, this is very different from what I've done until now. I'm wary of publishing this again. It used to have a different pairing and name, but I changed it to see if it was given a chance.
DISCLAIMER: I know nothing of the BDSM community, I'm basing this on what I've read before (I'm not copying anyone) and a little research. I Don't even know how many chapters it will have. I don't have a clear update schedule. It might be a drabble fic, updated when inspiration strikes.
SOME CREATIVE LIBERTIES WERE TAKEN IN THE WRITING OF THIS CHAPTER.
Hope you like it!
Chapter 1
Bea and I met when she moved into town the summer before high school. I fell for her quickly, we were an item by October of freshman year. When we were sixteen we popped each other's cherry. After making love to her a second time the morning after I had to be taken to the hospital, I was having an allergic reaction to the latex from the condoms I had used. Turns out I was allergic to them. Bea went to her stepmom and she helped her get on birth control. I didn't have to use a condom again in my life.
We married quickly after high school because Bea fell pregnant right before graduation. Out Daughter Becca was born six months later. Our parents were supportive of us; I went on to study criminal justice while Bea finished a BA in art with a minor in Education. Soon after she graduated she found a teaching job at our high school when our teacher Mrs. Cope retired. We didn't have any more children because Bea developed endometriosis after she had Becca and the illness damaged her uterus. A few years after we married Bea and I delved into SM. I became a Dom and she was my sub. Turns out I'd always been dominant and she was more submissive. I loved all aspects of our relationship, the way she completely submitted to me, the way she was as a mother and wife.
Bea and I were happily married for ten years before tragedy struck one-night Bea and Becca had gone to the next town over, and as they were coming back they were hit by an oncoming drunk driver, the car swerved off the road and into a ditch. There it spun a few times before it crashed into a tree killing them both. Becca's body went through the window and landed a few feet away from the car her little body was unrecognizable as she had severe cuts and bruises on her face. I held my little girl in my arms as she gave her final breath.
"I love you, daddy," she whispered before she went limp to never wake up again.
Three days later I buried her and her mother, a part of me died inside. A week later I found myself bent against a tree, my car was totaled as I crashed it. I didn't want to live anymore; I broke my right leg as a result of the accident. It took me a year to recover, I didn't even want to be a cop anymore, I had lost my drive and passion. They put me on desk duty which pissed me off even more. While that happened, I decided to do a master's and a doctorate in criminal justice. I graduated with honors and dedicated my thesis to Becca and Bea. After graduation, I went and tattooed their initials on my bicep along with their death date. I became the chief of police and made sure to catch all the drunk driving fuckers. I vowed to myself that no one else was going to go through what I had.
That same year I decided to get back into the BDSM scene and went to the club in Seattle. I reconnected with that side of me, but I didn't look for a permanent sub. I helped train other subs and even gave a few classes to upcoming Doms. I was well-respected in the community. The only person I could say I had a relationship with inside the playroom for a while was dominatrix Tanya, but she wasn't a dome, she was a mommy. She delved into age play, sometimes she had both a little girl and a little boy. She was a little trainer at the club. Our relationship lasted three years, but she wanted more and I couldn't give that to her, so we ended our contract amicably. She still sent me subs to train or call girls that were into our lifestyle so that I wouldn't feel so alone. I have to admit that she became a great friend.
Carlisle was my friend too; he was also a Dom/daddy. Right now, he had a little girl, a woman named Esme. Carlisle is a doctor and he helped Esme when she was brutally beaten by her last Dom. Esme had pain listed as one of her do's on her list, but she had safe worded and he continued the scene. We had to send the Dom community leaders on him as it was not the first time that he had hurt a submissive or little for that matter.
I've been wanting to be a daddy and dive into age play for a while, I finished the club's daddy course two years ago and I had still not found the right little girl. I was ready to give up and just become a simple Dom again, but what I needed was someone to care and nurture. I know that the root of my desire came from losing my real little girl Becca, but I didn't want a real child. I wanted a woman who enjoyed the same kink as me. I went to the club constantly trying to find the right little, but I wasn't having much luck.
It's been twelve years since Bea and Becca died, Becca would've been 21 this past December, she would've finished college. Heck maybe I would've already walked her down the aisle or maybe she would've made me a grandpa. I sat on my bed as I looked at her picture, I missed her so much. I went to their grave and left them flowers. After that I got ready for work, I was a professor at the University of Washington. I had an office, but today I preferred to use the library to work. I left my TA in charge of my office hours, I had a lot on my mind. It was there that I saw her for the first time.
I looked at her from across the room, the girl behind the counter was unaware of my ogling. She had beautiful chestnut hair, ivory skin, and a heart-shaped face. Her eyes were hazel. But that was not what caught my attention, it was the way she was dressed that called to me. She had on pink jeans, a pastel rainbow shirt, and a pale pink cardigan with little white hearts on it, and her hair was tied in a side ponytail with a bow. She had on light makeup, and when she went out of the counter, on her feet she had sparkly converse, like the ones you would see on a child.
She took the return cart and went her way around the library putting the books back in their place. She was very concentrated on her task as she didn't notice me looking at her. She finished her task around thirty minutes later, and she went back to the counter and helped two students with their checkouts. My heart warmed as she smiled at them and bid them farewell.
I went to the library every day for the rest of the week, even on the days I didn't have classes. Finals were coming up in a few weeks so the library was packed. I watched her demeanor as she interacted with others. She mainly kept her head down when another adult talked to her. I noticed she spent her breaks alone, she would eat quickly and return to work before her break was over. She sighed and spaced out in longing a lot, I wanted to know what she was thinking. For the first time in twelve years, I've looked at another woman and have been interested in her. Was I that desperate that I was willing to enter a vanilla relationship in this day and age fully knowing that all I wanted was a little one to nurture, care, and protect? Was this the right choice?
I took the courage to talk to her a week ago and as I noticed before, she barely made eye contact with me. Her behavior made me wonder if she was submissive or if that was her normal behavior, but from what I'd seen before it was part of her behavior. Her shift was almost over; it was now or never. I walked up to the desk.
"Am I too late to return this book?" I asked.
She scanned it and looked at the screen, her tongue between her teeth.
"It seems so, sir, you should've returned it two days ago, that's a three-dollar fee," she said. I pulled out my wallet and gave her the three dollars.
"I'm sorry, I guess I was distracted and forgot, it has been a hectic couple of days," I said.
She clicked the mouse a couple of times and then said, "all done! Record's all clean," she said.
"Anything else I can do for you, sir?" She asked, my cock stirred as the word sir came out of her mouth.
I noticed what she was wearing today, a baby blue skirt with a white top and the pink cardigan with hearts again. On her feet she had on the same pink sparkly converse, her hair was in a high ponytail a blue ribbon tied at the top. On the floor behind the counter, I could see a pastel rainbow bag that could only be hers.
"As a matter of fact, yes, there's something you can help me with," I said.
"Your shift ends now right?" I asked her.
"Yes sir," she replied.
"Would you accept to have a coffee with me?" I asked.
"No, sir," she said.
I was about to get disappointed when she spoke again.
"Not a coffee, but a milkshake," she said. I sighed relieved, but my heart started pounding in my chest.
"A milkshake then," I smiled.
She clicked the mouse again and typed in a few numbers. She then logged out of the computer and took her bag from the floor. The person covering her, was already in the back working on something. I opened the door for her, and as we walked I noticed she walked a few inches behind me. We went to the shake shack and she ordered a strawberry milkshake, while I ordered a vanilla one. I laughed at the irony of the situation.
"Why not a coffee?" I asked.
"I don't drink coffee," she answered.
"You're a student at the university," I stated.
"Yes sir," she said taking a sip, I watched enthralled as her luscious pink lips wrapped around the straw. She was unknowingly teasing me.
"When do you finish?" I asked.
"I finished in December, I'm just waiting to walk the stage and get my diploma in a few weeks," she replied.
"Why did you ask me out?" She asked after a brief moment of silence.
"I've seen you come in almost every day, you'd never said anything to me before. Why now?"
"Because you're beautiful Isabella," there I said it, sue me.
Her breathing hitched and she bit her lip innocently.
"You like me?" she asked.
"Maybe," I answered truthfully.
"Well that's better than nothing I guess," she said.
"What did you major in?" I asked genuinely curious.
"English literature with a minor in journalism and publishing," she replied.
"You did all that in four years?" I'm impressed.
She smiled proudly.
"I got a GED instead of going to high school," she said.
"They let me in when I turned sixteen. I had to wait two years," she added.
"Impressive"
"Your parents must be proud," I said.
She lowered her head at my statement.
"What's wrong?"
"I don't have parents," she said.
"Oh, I'm sorry I assumed," I said.
"Don't worry, it's not your fault. I'm a foster child, my parents died and I became a ward of the state. I was never adopted and was bounced from foster home to foster home. Finally, the summer before high school they placed me in the home of this very nice lady, Mrs. Biers, she took me in and cared for me until I turned 18," she explained.
"Unfortunately, she died two years ago," she said.
This girl had suffered so much in her short life.
"How old are you again?" I asked.
"I turned 21 in September" she answered, she was just a few months older than Becca. I was twenty years her senior.
"Do you think I'm old?" I asked her, I needed to know.
"I know you're not that old sir," she said.
"Edward Masen, my name is Edward," I told her.
"You have to be between the ages of thirty-five and forty," she said.
"forty-one" I corrected her.
She had already finished her milkshake, I downed what was left of mine.
"Do you want another one?" I asked.
"No, Edward it would spoil my dinner," she said with a giggle.
"Does it bother you that an older man asked you out?" I asked.
"Not in the slightest," she said.
"But I could be a serial killer," I said.
"You're a criminal justice professor, you can't be a killer" she teased.
"But I could be," I said sternly.
She righted herself on the seat and looked down at her hands, she was twiddling her thumbs.
"You said you liked me," she said.
"I do,"
"Why did you accept my proposal?" I asked.
"Because I find you interesting," she replied honestly.
"Have you ever gone out with an older guy before?" I asked.
"Yes, just one-time years ago," she admitted.
"Why did it end?" I asked.
She looked doubtful for a second, "because I came here" she answered.
"Have you been in contact with this man?"
"No, not in three years," she said.
I exhaled in relief, she was free.
Was I going to do this? Was I going to try and have a 'normal' girlfriend again? One twenty years younger than me.
She looked at her watch alarmed.
"What?" I asked.
"I missed the bus and I didn't bring my bike with me today, I wasn't paying attention to the time," she said.
"I can take you wherever you're going. It's no problem since it's my fault anyway," I said.
She nodded and started to gather her things, I left a twenty on the table and followed her back into the main campus.
"Wait here, I'll bring the car around," I said.
She got in and told me her address, her home wasn't far from campus. I arrived in less than ten minutes.
"Thanks," she said.
"Anytime, I hope we can do this again," I told her.
"Definitely," she nodded.
ALE
We went out two more times last week, I was waiting for her at a little park off campus. I saw her walking in the distance. She was wearing a blue form-fitting dress with a navy cardigan, and she had on navy slippers. Her legs were covered in navy blue stockings with tiny polka dots. On her shoulder, she had a yellow cross-body bag that had a daisy embroidered on it. her hair was down, held back from her face with two clips.
I outstretched my hand and she took it, we walked for a while admiring the day and the people at the park.
"Let's sit here," I said as we came close to a bench under a tree.
Isabella looked at me expectantly, I was conflicted as to what to do. I wanted to kiss her, but at the same time, I wanted to end things with her. The whole vanilla thing was too much for me, and even though there were signs on her I knew she wouldn't want to be what I needed. It was a shame because she was beautiful, witty, and intelligent.
She came closer to me, and I held her hand tighter in mine. My heart and mind were going a million miles an hour.
With my other hand, I cupped her chin and ever so slightly I pressed my lips to hers. A small whimper left her lips as she started leaning into the kiss parting her lips slightly. My hands traveled down to her neck and I pulled her closer to me. She moaned in my mouth the sound going straight to my groin.
We pulled apart breathlessly, "that was amazing!" She said.
I was silent as I needed to catch my breath. This girl was going to be my damnation, how was I going to break things off with her now that I'd tasted her lips?
"Will you go out with me Friday night?" I asked.
"No, Edward, I can't, I have a previous engagement," she admitted.
"You can't change it to some other night?" I asked.
"No, it's been months in the making I'm sorry," she said.
"That's okay, I'll call you next week then," I said.
We stood up and I walked her to the bus station, I stayed until the bus came and she was seated safely inside. I took out my phone and dialed the familiar number.
"Yes, Edward," Carlisle said on the other side.
"I kissed her," I said.
"Shit!" He said.
"Shit indeed, I'm in too deep man, I don't think I can do this," I said.
"What are you going to do?" He asked.
"I was going to take her out on Friday, but she said she has a previous engagement that night," I explained.
"Well I'm going to the club on Friday," he told me.
"You could join us, it may help with your predicament, you could even talk to Tanya about it," he suggested.
"I might do just that thanks," I said.
"Anytime," he said, the line went dead after that.
ALE
Friday night rolled in, I dressed in my black slacks, a white button-down, and a black matching suit jacket. I spritzed some cologne and fixed my hair. I grabbed the keys to my Maserati and headed for the club. I didn't even have to show my card in, Felix the bouncer let me in as soon as he saw me. the floor was packed with subs and littles dancing, many Doms were dancing with their subs too. In the corners of the dance floor, the private curtained areas were occupied, various scenes in full swing already.
I saw Carlisle and walked towards him.
"You arrived just in time, today Tanya is giving a last male oral pleasure demonstration to a new group of littles. They are to graduate in a few weeks, maybe one will pique your interest," he said as we walked to the second floor of the club.
His sub, Esme, was there waiting for us, she was kneeling on a cushion, eyes downcast. She had on a purple and pink off-the-shoulder dress that went up to her knees, she had on white socks with a little flower on the side and pink Mary Jane's, her hair was swept away from her face, she had on a little tiara. On her neck she had on Carlisle's choker, it was the Cullen crest. I took the seat behind her and took a swig of my drink. We had a good view of the scene before us, Tanya had on a crimson body con dress that hugged her curves perfectly. She was standing beside a dummy that had a dildo attached, I knew which dildo it was, they were new on the market, you could fill them with cream, and with the push of a button the cream would be ejaculated just like a real penis. There was a little kneeling in front of the dummy, she was wearing a dress similar to Esme's but this one was black and pink and it had bows instead of flowers. The little's hair was in pigtails with pink bows. She was sucking on the dildo expertly, I was enthralled.
"She's very good," Carlisle said.
I couldn't see the little's face as it was obscured by her hair and the dummy, I looked down at her legs as the skirt of the dress barely covered her ass, and almost choked on my whiskey. The little one was wearing a pair of pink glittery Converse I'd only seen in one specific person. Right at that moment she turned her head and my suspicions were confirmed.
"That's her!" I exclaimed.
"Who?" Carlisle asked confused.
She hollowed her cheeks and I saw Tanya press the button for the dildo. Isabella swallowed the spurs of cream delicately, she then licked the dildo clean.
"Isabella!" I exclaimed.
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