This story was so hot to write. It is inspired by my own experience with Daddy-doms who put me in my place and Drake's album, Views.
I wanna share it but be warned.
Trigger warning for all: Suidial thoughts and mental health issues.
Trigger warning for littles: I am only a wannabe LG and have plunged into little space a handful of times but I am learning. I am more of a brat and I occasionally do the old switcheroo ☺️ so I apologize if this story isn't a by the book portrayal of littles. It's merely my fantasy. BDSM communities were tough in real life back in the day so I can imagine it's worse online. But it is just my fantasy.
Trigger warning for Daddy Doms: Sike. Noone cares what daddies think. If you don't like it spank me, daddy...🙄🤪
Lee glanced over when the door opened, expecting to see his Therapist's smiling face. Instead, he encountered a small woman who looked too occupied with her phone to notice him. But Lee noted she had a set of juicy lips that shined from a glossy sheen, and her attire seemed out of place in such a way that made him wonder about her profession.
The tiny woman wore a skimpily-clad burgundy dress that caught his eye and stopped around her shapely thighs. The material clung to her heavy bust.
Lee was a sucker for long legs, but he admired the fishnet tights that showcased her short stems. Watching her walk to the back of the lobby, he glimpsed a pair of gigantic silver hoops hanging on her ears and shining through the brassy blonde mop of curls that spread down her shoulders.
Clearing his throat, Lee adjusted his long legs and brought his attention back to his phone. The screen was blinding but wasn't catching his attention in the least. When he awoke this morning, his mind was fumbling with thoughts about why he should keep on doing this thing called life.
He was responsible for it, he thought but was also responsible for keeping it together. That's why he was here early after texting his therapist, Dr. Kendall explaining his decline in mental health. Her delay was forcing him instead to recognize his grief, and it was something about this office that brought him peace. Over the last six months, it had become his mental haven.
The small waiting room wasn't the ideal place to puff a vape, but Mari pulled at the shiny purple device, gradually exhaling the smoke as she observed the other patient. He hadn't turned around, but it was just her luck that he would take a glance back when she decided to be naughty.
The nicotine did nothing to stop her nerves from wracking and only caused a lightheaded sense of doom to wash over her. The light buzzing of her phone irritated her further, and she swiped left. When it buzzed again, she groaned and answered her Aunt Lisa's call with an attitude to convey her annoyance.
"What?"
"Hey, sweetheart. Did you make it on time?"
"Yeah, I'm here. Why do you think I'm whispering?"
"Are you with the Doctor now?"
"No," Mari sighed, "she's late. So that's a bad sign already."
"She's late? Where in the world could she be?"
"How the fuck would I know, Lisa. I don't know this woman. So that could also be a sign I shouldn't have to talk to her about my ' 'Issues'"
Although her aunt couldn't see it, Mari made air quotes, holding the phone between her shoulder and ear, "Look, if she's not here in ten minutes, I am leaving."
"Mari, Please," Lisa sighed, "You should treat this as a prescription. The doctor wouldn't have recommended a therapist if you didn't need someone to talk to immediately."
"I need medication, Lisa. Therapy will be useless, and it's already a waste of time."
"Maybe she will prescribe something, honey. Just give it a month."
"A month? Oh, hell no, I'm telling this bitch everything on my mind, and I hope she has the solution in a pill bottle," Mari clarified, heightening her voice and forgetting another person was present.
Lee had turned his head to the side, and Mari mumbled, keeping her eyes glued to his wavy hair, "I gotta go. She now has 8 minutes."
Mari pressed the red button ending the call and breathed deep in frustration. She eyed the other patient with his head now plunged, revealing the back of his thick neck with waves of shaggy brown hair. She hadn't gotten a total glimpse of his face and assumed from the fishing shirt he was the redneck type.
Since he didn't look like he would turn around anytime soon, Mari took a long draw from the Vape, blowing smoke around the gap that separated them.
After another five minutes and three on the countdown, Mari groaned and asked, "Is she always late?"
The man turned around, and her mouth dropped. He had a pair of alluring eyes, and those brown eyes stared back at her with a twinkle, as his neat hairy-brimmed lips curled down to speak. His tongue slid across his lips, and the way he posed, his bicep seemed to flex on its own accord warming her up for flirting.
She wasn't sure what he said, too lost in his sizzling gaze.
Sexuality was her strong suit; like a hound, she could smell a man's desire from far off.
It was that smile. She had seen that smile before on various men, and it let her know she had caught his attention.
Standing to her feet, she stepped closer, keeping her breasts high and legs in an attractive manner, one dipped behind the other.
"Sorry," Mari chuckled and pushed her hair out of her face, "I'm so stupid. I had my headphones in. What did you say?"
His mouth turned down in a frown as his eyes kept steady on her face. Not that Lee didn't mind repeating himself, but he felt the bizarre shift in the lady. Noticing her squeaky voice, he realized she was a young woman, maybe a troubled teen.
"I said not usually, but she texted me saying she had an emergency. About uh, ten...." Lee turned and scanned his phone, "Well, 15 minutes ago, she said she was on her way. Not sure where from, though."
Mari smiled and nodded, "Oh, okay, cool. Thank you."
The stranger nodded without turning around for another glance, and Mari frowned and plopped down in her seat. She eyed his thick neck and squared shoulders with wanting. Licking her lips, she thought maybe therapy had a few perks.
Mari envisioned having to talk to him about her problems. He would feel sorry for her situation, deported mother, and unreliable father. She could woo him with her wits to end up bent over his desk. He could punish her little pussy.
It was a fantasy. She had never participated in dominant sex. But she had watched enough porn to know how she wished to be pleased.
Feeling curious and overwhelmed with sexual curiosity, Mari scooted over. She slowly kept moving seats until she settled at a chair with an excellent side view of his face.
His full beard fell into his chin as his face focused solely on his device. It was something about him that gave her sexual notions.
Mari tumbled over the risky thought of slipping her hands into her panties. She could imagine the shock on his face at catching her in the act.
Holding her phone down, she studied him with desire and scrutinized the situation. She usually wasn't one to judge, but he was seeing a therapist, meaning he had issues. Mari wondered what destructive behavior could be coming from such a robust man.
"What's your name?" Mari asked.
Lee turned around, realizing she had moved, "Oh, you moved," he chuckled, "My name's Lawrence. But you can call me Lee, and you?"
She noted he sounded like he was concealing a thick southern drawl, pausing his words for better enunciation. Maybe he took her for a California girl, a significant influence in her style that she had picked up over the years despite the southern hospitality welcomed in East Texas.
"You got a name?" Instead of looking at the beauty too long, Lee returned to his phone.
"I'm Mari Lopez."
He nodded politely, "Nice to meet you."
His hand went up to rub his face.
