Seeing her eyes light up like a little kid’s made me excited for her.

I didn’t understand why the amusement park meant so much to her, but seeing her disappointment when she found out it was shut down almost hurt physically. I made all the necessary arrangements to get the place turned back on, if only for one night. And I was going to give my little toy everything that made her so very excited about the place.

She didn’t need to thank me. Her eyes said enough, and so did the tight hug she gave me as we came to the iron gates of the park which were now open.

“Well, go ahead, Angel,” I urged her. “Go explore, show me what you love about this place.”

“I can’t wait!” She clasped her hands together and looked around, drinking in the sights in front of her. She was almost childishly excited and it was really fucking adorable. “Where should we start?”

“The merry-go-round?” I suggested, and she agreed in delight. She took my hand and practically ran to the old, rusty machine.

I’d made sure someone was there to help us with the rides, and she eyed the guy suspiciously before I calmed her down, telling her I’d made sure someone was there to ensure things ran smoothly. And then she pulled me onto the merry-go-round, wrapping her arms around one of the horses on the ride.

“This one was my favorite when I was a little girl,” she confided in me. “Mom used to call him Rainbow.”

It seemed a given, since the horse’s mane and tail were myriad colors, but I didn’t feel the need to point out the obvious for once. Instead, I admired her sexy little body as she climbed onto the horse, flashing me some thigh. She looked so fucking beautiful for me like that, especially when she looked over her shoulder and gave me a cheeky little grin.

“You getting on, or what?” she teased me, and I laughed at her.

“Of course I am, little toy,” I laughed. I climbed in the carriage behind her, and she giggled when she saw my too-big body peeking out of the fairytale pumpkin.

“You look funny,” she told me. “Such a big man in such a silly ride!”

“Watch it,” I reminded her. “I don’t want to turn your ass black and blue on your special night out, toy.”

“Fine.” Her smile never faltered, and I motioned for the guy to start the ride.

When the music came on, she muttered along with the melody, and we went round and round and round. It must’ve been at least three rides before she’d finally had her fill, and climbed off her horse.

“Can we come back to this one?” she asked, and I nodded.

“Tonight’s your night, Angel,” I promised her. “Anything you want, you can have tonight. I promise you that.”

“Thank you, Daddy,” she whispered. Her words made my cock twitch in my pants and I stifled a groan. God, she drove me fucking crazy with the simplest of motions, the smallest of sounds. I wanted to bury my cock inside her and it took everything I had not to do it on the spot.

She took my hand and dragged me through the whole amusement park, but not before telling the maintenance guy to keep the merry-go-round going. It filled with air with a nostalgic sound, the songs on it playing over and over again while we walked around the premises.

I couldn’t get everything perfect for my little girl, but I had tried my best. We walked to the arcade part of the park, and her expression fell a little when she realized she wouldn’t be able to play the games. Her eyes were fixated on a stuffed unicorn that was exactly like the horse she’d ridden on the merry-go-round. It was stuck in a dusty claw machine. It was a small wonder no one had broken the glass.

“You want to see if it still works?” I asked her, and she nodded.

“Do you have any quarters?” she asked, and I laughed out loud.

“Do I look like a man that carries quarters?” I asked her, and she grinned.

I felt around the return slot of the machine, and by some miracle, my hand came away with a quarter someone must’ve left there months and months ago.

“Well, what do you know,” I told her. “Looks like it’s our lucky day, Angel.”

“You won’t win with just one!” she giggled. “Everyone knows these machines are rigged. There’s no way you’ll win a prize with a single coin.”

“Watch me,” I winked, and put the quarter in the machine.

It somehow sprang to life, and the countdown started. It took all my efforts and concentration to aim the claw over her prized unicorn, and lift it up with it, sending it down the chute. But it was all worth it to see Angel squeal with excitement and jump up and down so happily it made my day.

“Here you go,” I said as I handed her prize over. “For the prettiest girl at the park.”

She giggled and held the unicorn close, which made me question how safe that was.

“That thing needs to be washed,” I warned her.

“I don’t care,” she said, and hugged the scruffy thing.

She held my hand for the rest of the night.

We played some more games and took so many turns on the merry-go-round it made my head spin. We even went on the Ferris wheel after the maintenance guy managed to convince me it wouldn’t defect and send us to our deaths. And it was perfectly alright. Actually, it was great. Sitting under the stars and holding her dainty, pale little hand, felt fucking right. And for once in my sorry life, I knew I was in the right place at the right time.

Nothing else mattered, just the fact that her hand was so very small in mine, and she whispered ‘thank you, Daddy’ so many times in my ear I lost count.

I didn’t even care about my permanently hard dick. All I wanted to do was make her happy.

She made me feel young again.

All my life, so much pressure had been placed on my shoulders. So many obligations, rules that I had to follow. I never really got the chance to be a kid.

And she made me feel like it wasn’t too late for that. Like I could dance with her under the stars, and hold her tight with my cock filling her up and she thanked me over and over again for giving her my cum. She was perfect, and she was exactly what I needed that day, that moment. Maybe even what I’d needed all along.

But I couldn’t let myself think that way.

Yes, she was a sweet girl, but at the end of the day, she was just a toy.

My parents would never approve of me being with her, and I was sure they’d make that painfully obvious the moment they met her.

I wanted to keep her to myself, anyway. It wasn’t like anyone was going to understand this crazy thing between us. Even Evangeline had tried to fight it any chance she got.

But not that night. That night was ours, and she was all mine. It felt too fucking good to be true.

I felt myself losing my mind in the thoughts that swam through my head. She was in every one of them, and I started to realize how very painful all of this was going to be for her when it ended. Because that was inevitably going to happen, wasn’t it? I’d get sick of her, or she’d get sick of me, and I’d have to let her go just like every other toy before her. Gone, gone, gone, just like all the others.

She seemed to sense my mood souring, and it made her anxious. She kept looking back at me as she led me through the grounds, constantly checking to see if I was okay, or if I was in any way annoyed by her actions. She was such a sweet, submissive, perfect little toy. And I couldn’t stand it, because I knew I’d have to let go eventually.

During the night, she tripped on a rock and tumbled to the ground before I could catch her.

“Daddy!” she cried out, and pulled her knee against her body.

I kneeled down next to her and she sobbed a few times as her knee opened up and bled all over her, dripping down her leg.

“Oh, I ruined my dress,” she whispered, giving me a fearful look. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to…”

“I know,” I consoled her. “Don’t worry, little Angel. It’s okay.”

She whimpered in pain, so I did the first thing that came to mind and lifted her up into my arms. She wrapped her own around my neck and I carried her over to the picnic area of the park, where wooden benches and tables stood abandoned for fuck knows how long.

I wanted to set her down on a bench, but I changed my mind, and placed her gently on the table instead. She lay on her back and stared at me as I climbed up next to her. I lay on my back and she settled in the crook of my arms.

The night was pleasant, and the sky was an inky shade of indigo blue. She lay her head on my chest and we stared at the sky, illuminated by the city lights.

“I see a star,” she said softly.

“Where?” I asked.

She took my hand and pointed it at the sky, in the direction of the star she’d found. I kissed her forehead as we looked up at it.

“Make a wish,” I told her gently.

“It’s not a shooting star!” she protested. “You can only make a wish on those.”

“Well,” I said. “I fucking own half the city and I say that tonight, little Angel can make a wish on a regular star. So what will it be, little girl?”

She giggled and bit her bottom lip in concentration as she stared at the sky, then closed her eyes tightly.

“Got it?” I asked and she nodded. “Well, go ahead, tell me what you wished for.”

I knew it was going to be painful.

“I can’t,” she said softly. “It won’t come true then. And I really, really want it to come true.”

I didn’t argue further. Instead, I held her close and watched several more stars pop up on the night sky.

“You never talk about your family,” she whispered.

“Neither do you,” I reminded her, and she buried her face in my chest. We were silent for a while before I spoke up again. “I guess I don’t really get along with either of my parents, and they’re the only family I have really. All my grandparents are gone now.”

“Why don’t you get along?” she asked. Her voice was soft as cashmere and sweet as sin.

“My dad’s a prick,” I sighed. “And my mom goes along with anything he does, and it just drives me insane. I don’t like spending time with them.”

“Maybe things will change,” she suggested, and I sighed, smoothing down her hair.

“Maybe,” I lied, and once again, we were quiet.

“My favorite memory was coming here with my dad,” she admitted a while later.

“To this park?” I asked her, and she nodded. “Did he buy you what you wanted?”

“Candy floss,” she giggled. “And we played all the games at the arcade. He kept losing and it made him so angry. It was silly.”

I stroked her hair some more. She was so sweet I could almost taste her on my tongue.

“Evangeline…”

She looked up at me, those beautiful eyes of hers rimmed with so many black lashes.

“Yes?” she asked.

“Kiss me.”

It was something between a request and an order, and she hesitated before lowering her lips to mine.

She tasted like summer and innocence, and in that moment, I knew poor little Evangeline was doomed.

Because I was never going to have my fill of her.