A little Cold

19. Mason

As I pull away from her ear I can literally see her eyes darken with lust. I want nothing more than to carry on, because hell if that moan didn't make me hard as rock, but I know thy would be moving far to fast. Not only has she only agreed to be my little this morning, but I honestly don't know much about her at all. I need to make her comfortable here before I push anything like that.

I can't get the sound of that sexy little moan out of my head as I drive her to the theatre. And she made it when I bit her, not when I first kissed her or as my tongue entered her mouth. No my kinky little girl moans when I bite her. Come to think about it, she stopped for a long time to look into the D/s dungeon at the club and whatever she saw on the other side of the store turned her on. I'll need to look into that! God I need to focus on the road! I can't couldn't get tickets for her show tonight as the weeks sold out but I'm going to head to the club and sort some things there and come back and collect her. As I pull into the parking lot she looks over at me shyly her bottom lip between her teeth again. Fuck.
"Don't bite your lip little girl!." I'll never be able to control myself if she does that every time she wants a kiss.
"Sorry daddy, thank you for the ride." She leans forward quickly to peck my cheek before grabbing her dance bag and running off towards the theatre. Her fuck hot little ass bouncing in that sexy blue leotard she has on.

The club is packed tonight,
unusual for a Sunday. Especially since there is no events going on. I find Matthew sat at the bar and head over.
"Brother, long time no see!" He stands up to hug me as I arrive and stumbles a little, clearly a bit past his alcohol limit. It's strange to see him like this, usually Matt was our designated driver when we went out in college, and even when we drink now he never has a lot.
"Where's Alice?" He points over to the other side of the room towards the dance floor where she can be seen almost dry humping another girl to the beat of the music.
"Not feeling very little tonight is she?" I chuckle.
"God wouldn't want her to be 24/7 if feel bad about all the dirty things I want to do to her haha."

After sitting with Matt for a bit longer I head up to my office to get some paperwork done. It's so weird to come anywhere else in the club after being in the nightclub bit downstairs. The velvet on the walls helps to sound proof all the rooms. You can hardly hear any music from the shop or the themed rooms. Before I know it it's time to pick up Lizabeth, she's still in her blue leotard and tights as she comes out but the wig has been removed to reveal the crazy plaited and pinned hair underneath.
I get out to meet her half way and take her bag. The performers get  out a little later than the audience so the car park is almost empty by now.
I can't help pulling her towards me for another kiss. God if her mouth tastes this good imagine tasting the rest of her... don't go there! Fuck this whole giving it time thing could be harder than I thought.
As I pull back to lean my forehead against hers she's smiles and bites that god damm lip again. That will be the death of me.
"How did your show go baby girl?" I take her hand as we walk over to the car and she smiles down at our interlocking fingers before answering me.
"It was good, one of the girls twisted her ankle right at the end the understudy might have to fill in tomorrow if the swelling doesn't go down though." I can tell she's nervous for the next performance but feel it's probably best not to dwell on the negatives of her statement. By now I'm opening the car door to her to get in, I can't help but take her seat bet and buckle her in. She might not be in little space but she's still my baby girl. Walking around to my side of the car I buckle up quickly before turning to her.
"I'm glad you had a good show baby girl, daddy's proud of you." I love the way her smile seems to light up her whole face.
"Thank you daddy!" I notice that she didn't call me daddy until we were in the car. We will have to come up with some kind of pet name so she doesn't feel uncomfortable saying it in public.
"Lets get you home to bed shall we, you must be so tired after all that's happened today." I can see she's about to deny that she's tired, but before she can speak a big yawn cuts her off. Giggling she agrees and we head home.