Don’t worry little girl, Daddy’s here, now. I know you’ve been waiting so long to find me, and here I am. It’s been a long painful road for you. But it’s been a long painful road for me, too. So, just close your eyes and relax, feel daddy’s hand brushing your hair back off your face. Isn’t it how you always imagined it would be, feeling the love daddy has for you in the way he touches you? But don’t worry, daddy won’t stop there. You’ve waited so long, you can wait a little while longer.
God, my little girl is so beautiful it almost hurts. I can feel it in my stomach and that pain grows in ripples outwards through the rest of my body. Like, look at you, little girl. Look how beautiful you are. It’s almost indescribable, but let me try. It’s like feeling rain touch your skin when there’s not a single cloud above. It’s like falling from a great height to your death but finding a soft landing. It’s like taking a breath after being held underwater for way too long.
I need you to believe I feel that way when my hands are on your body, when my lips press against yours. Can you feel it? Do I even need to speak the words? I think you can. I think you know that Daddy loves his little girl so much when I start to undress you one article of clothing at a time. I do it so slowly, like your clothes are made of glass. And when my hands are on your body I touch you just as delicately, gliding my fingers along your curves just skimming the surface.
I’m sorry it took so long to find you. I’m sorry you had so many non-daddies before me touching like you were a piece of meat, like you were nothing but a hole to use. But here and now you’ll feel that daddy sees you as so much more. Here you’ll learn that I see you as the princess you always felt you were. And that’s why I need to take my time, studying every inch of you, learning every bump and freckle. Here you will learn that daddy loves you without me ever having to say it.
Let me touch your face and pull you close. Feel daddy’s lips against yours and feel his tongue slide into your mouth. Isn’t this just how you always wanted to be kissed by a daddy? It feels so right because I can see all the pain inside you and it doesn’t scare me away. It draws me closer. It makes me want to wrap my arms around you and make you feel safe. After all, there is no greater cause for a daddy than to protect his little girl. That is a pledge I make to you here and now, with our lips locked, and our arms wrapped around one another. Daddy will always make you feel safe.
All that’s left is for you to let go and trust. I know this is no small ask. You’ve learned never to trust, never to let go. And those lessons have served you well, protecting you from so much pain. But protecting yourself is a pain all its own, isn’t it? It locks you into a box, and no one ever gets to know the real you. No one ever gets to meet the vulnerable little girl inside of you, the one that has so much love and passion to give. I want to meet her. I want her to be able to run free without fear. I don’t expect you to leg go. I don’t expect you to give in just because you’re reading these words. But these words, and all my words, are the chisel that chips away at your hard edges.
I won’t stop until you’re standing in a pile of rubble, the relics of a you that is no longer needed. Why? Because my arms will be your new armor. My chest will be your new shield. My hands will be the weapons that defend you. Fall into my arms and I will catch you. Cry and I will kiss your tears away. Bleed and I will bandage you. Stop breathing and I will exhale air into your lungs. Lose your way and I will be the light that guides you, because I am your daddy. You are my little girl. As long as you submit to me you’ll always be safe.
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