I stepped nervously into the dark nightclub. The walls vibrated with the amazing volume of the music as I pushed my way through the crowd to the bar. I shouted my order at the bartender and he quickly produced it in front of me. I took a sip and observed the crowd. I looked up and noticed that there was a second floor that was merely a balcony overlooking the first floor. I saw a man sitting there staring intently at me. I looked away and scanned the crowd again for someone familiar. I didn't expect to find anyone I knew there; I was older than all of my close friends and I had just turned 21 the previous day. Still, I searched for even the slightest acquaintance to help take this alienated feeling from me.
I sat at the bar for half an hour and had two drinks. They were already beginning to change me; I wasn't a heavy drinker at all. I decided to pay for my drinks and leave; this wasn't any fun.
As I scrambled through the crowd, a guy started grinding his hips into mine, "Where you going baby?"
I rolled my eyes and walked on past him. Just as I was ten feet from the door, my favorite song came on. My anger rushed away as I began to dance with no one in particular - this song really pumped me up. I moved through the crowd throwing my hands up and grinding my ass into any guy's hips that I passed by. I didn't care if they were already dancing with someone; I just shoved my way in between them. I had to have a piece of every guy there that night.
The energy surged through me so quickly that I didn't know how to deal with it. I never thought I was going to be doing the things I was doing. I even kissed a few guys as I passed them; leaving their dates angry as hell. Some bitch even slapped a guy I had kissed, accusing him of previously knowing me - which made me laugh. I walked backwards into someone that wasn't dancing; he was just standing still. I turned to apologize and noticed it was the man that had been staring at me from the balcony above. He wasn't much taller than I; not only did I have 3" heels, but he was fairly short for a man. He beckoned for me to follow him and I gave him a confused look.
'Trust me' he mouthed and turned to the door.
Somehow something was drawing me to him, but I didn't know what. It seemed this guy was familiar somehow - but how could that be?
I followed him through the crowd and through the door, past the bouncers to what must have been his car. He stopped by the driver's side door and I stopped fifteen feet from him; I was stupid enough to follow him out of the club, but I wasn't stupid enough to leave with him. Besides, there were people all around us; he wasn't about to kidnap me. He made a 'come hither' motion with his finger and I felt like I was being pulled towards him by an invisible rope. I found myself walking slowly towards him and was shocked when I let him touch my face. He moved aside and turned me so my back was leaning against the door. He ran the back of his hand down my cheek as he leaned down to kiss me. It hit me about what was happening and I pushed him off me before our lips made contact. He walked back towards me and put his hands even with my shoulders on either side of me. Even though he wasn't much taller than me, something about him was intimidating as hell, and he scared me tremendously. For the first time of the night, I heard his voice.
"Now that wasn't very smart," there was a slight pause before, "little girl."
My eyes went wide at the sound of those words. I had an ex boyfriend that used to call me that as a sexual game. But it was just a coincidence; I still was a little girl to him. He looked about thirty or in his late twenties. Still, I couldn't help the chill that went through me when he said that. I dismissed the idea of this being my ex boyfriend until he spoke again.
"You don't want to displease Daddy, do you, little girl?"
My jaw dropped. No, this couldn't be him. It's been too long. How on earth could we have met here of all places? It had been over six years! I stared into his eyes and my stomach dropped. It was him. There was no mistaking those bright green eyes that I had stared into so intently while I felt his cock plunge into me many a time.
"Sean!" I shouted at him.
"Shh," he replied, putting a finger over my mouth to silence me as he slowly nodded, confirming my fears.
For some odd reason, I felt my pussy getting wet, and I found myself responding, "No, Daddy. I do not wish to displease you Daddy."
This was our game; he called me little girl and I called him Daddy. He loved to take over me and make me do things for him; make me pleasure him in any way possible. I didn't remember him the same: he looked completely different. He had longer hair now, and had gotten contacts instead of his glasses. But, I didn't look the same either; I had lost 30 pounds since I had last seen him, and I knew he noticed. The memories came rushing back as he dove down to close his lips over mine.
I let his tongue enter into my mouth; feeling just as it had so many years ago. He gently caressed my face and neck as our tongues played with each other. I found myself melting into his hands and realized that I was his again; if even just for tonight. The feelings he had given me before had not left my memory - he was my first fuck, both pussy and ass, and he was the only boyfriend I had had up to date that would actually take a powerful role over me. I had missed him many nights after we broke up. He pulled his lips away from mine, but only about an inch.
Our noses were still nudged up together as he spoke, "Get in the car, little girl."
I could not help but to obey. He backed up slightly and I walked around to my side of the car and opened the door for myself. I sat down in the seat as he settled into his own. We put on our seatbelts and he began to drive off. I couldn't believe myself - here I was, yet again fulfilling his desires. I wasn't sure of what to say, and I didn't know if he was going to say anything to me. After three minutes of silence, I heard his voice again.
"So, it's been a while, has it not, little girl?"
"Yes, Daddy, it has."
"How have you been?"
"I've been good, Daddy. I'm engaged now."
He grabbed my left hand and looked down at my gorgeous 5 karat diamond ring.
"Does he treat you well?" he said as he looked up at the road, giving a blank expression.
"Yes, he does. I love him very much." I didn't feel like I needed to call him 'Daddy' any longer.
"Then why are you in the car with me? Or is it that chump of a boyfriend I took you away from before?"
"Yes, it's him. He moved over here and now we're living together in an apartment on Third Street."
"No matter. You still didn't resist me, even after you knew it was me. That has to say something. Did my little girl miss her Daddy?"
"Yes, I did Daddy. Quite often I missed you."
"As I you," he paused. "Now, no more useless chatter. Spread your legs for me so I can feel that fresh pussy."
I felt embarrassment overcome me and I couldn't get myself to just spread my legs open to him.
"Do as I say!" He shouted at me. I quickly complied - I had always hated it when he yelled at me.