My Daddy Wolf

Alan POV

I sit in the lobby waiting to hear my name called, just like I have done so many times before. I am hoping this time I find the one for me. Being a wolf and a daddy has proved to be difficult for me. I cannot seem to find the right fit for me and my lifestyle.

The Agency has helped many other wolves, including me, with contracts and finding the right fit for our unique lifestyles. Yet even though I am thorough with my contract and go over every inch of it with my candidate, it never seems to work out for me. Today is the absolute last appointment I can have. After today if I do not find my little, I am on my own.

“Alan Acton,” Meagan calls from the green door leading to the back.

I stand up when she calls me. “Good Morning,” I say with a smile.

“Mr. Acton, please follow me to the back. I have six ladies waiting to meet you,” Meagan says.

“Great, I cannot wait to meet them,” I say.

I follow her down the long hallway to the meet and greet area. Before we go in, Meagan hands me a stack of files containing each lady's name, age, little age, bio, and a picture. I flip through the files quickly.

“Did you go over my contract with each of them?” I ask.

“Yes, I did. Five were willing to meet with you even though there are a few things they want to negotiate,” Meagan says.

“Five? There are six files here. Am I missing something?” I ask her.

Meagan takes a deep breath. “Listen, Alan. I want this to work for you badly. I think you are a great daddy, but your rules and what you need are a little much. The sixth lady agreed to everything,” Meagan says.

“Then why am I meeting with the other five?” I ask her.

“She is a little older than your request, but she’s very sweet and the most beautiful lady that has ever walked through my door,” Meagan says.

“How much older is she?” I ask.

“She is 46, but I want you to meet her and see if she is the right fit. Alan, this is your last shot. You cannot go through the agency again. I have to close your file,” Meagan says.

“I know that. I know I am difficult. Is she a virgin?” I ask.

“I said she fits all of your requirements, didn’t I?” Meagan says.

“Okay, instead of us going in to meet all of them, why don’t you bring her to meet me in the private waiting area?” I suggest to Meagan.

Meagan shoots me a little devilish smile; this was her plan, after all. “Go wait for us in the private waiting area, and I will bring her,” Meagan says.

“Thank you,” I say.

I walk down the hall to the private waiting area. I have met a few ladies in this room over the years. They are always happy, giggly, and willing to negotiate my contract, but in the end, they cannot be what I need for my lifestyle. It is important to me to have the exact fit. If this one doesn’t work out, I will be alone.

I sit down to wait for Meagan to return with her. She says she is beautiful and a virgin. At least that is box one and two checked. It is not that I expect her to have sex with me right away, but I will eventually if she stays. I do not want to be with a lady that has experience. I want a lady that is naïve about sex that I can teach and mold into my sexual needs. I cannot believe she is still a virgin in her forties. This seems odd, so I will need proof.

Meagan walks into the waiting area with her. She is bubbly and full of energy. I stand up to greet her. We shake hands, and she smiles at me. She is beautiful. Meagan did not lie about that. The three of us sit down so I can get to know my candidate.

“You know, on second thought, I will let the two of you discuss the terms of the contract,” Meagan says as she quickly exits the room, leaving me alone with the new lady.

“Tell me about yourself, please,” I say to her.

She looks at me with her piercing blue eyes. “My name is Tory. I am 46 years old. I have never been married. I am highly educated,” she begins.

“You are educated; what did you study?” I ask.

“Medicine, I went to med school,” Tory answers me.

“Interesting, and why are you willing to give up everything to be with me?” I ask.

“I think it would be a good fit for me,” Tory answers.

“And you are a virgin; how did you manage that?” I ask her.

“I am waiting for the right man. I do not want to give myself to just anyone,” Tory answers.

“Tory, I am looking for a permanent mate. I would want you to be mine for the rest of your life. You cannot see other wolves or men, you cannot reject me in any way, and my rules are not negotiable,” I say to her.

“I understand completely. Your contract is everything I am looking for in a mate. I want a permanent place in someone’s life. I would expect you to be my caretaker and look out for my needs in return for my complete devotion to you,” Tory says.

“I would give you time for yourself. I want you to have everything you need in life. Your life would be good. I have a nice home, money, cars, and most importantly, I have time to devote myself to your needs,” I say to her.

“Everything sounds good to me. I am willing to give you everything. My mind, body, and soul,” Tory says.

Tory smiles at me, and her eyes light up. I think she might be the one for me finally. I know there will be problems initially, but I am willing to give her a chance.

Meagan knocks on the door and opens it slightly. “Are we ready to proceed with the contract?” she asks.

Tory looks at me, waiting for me to say yes or no. “I believe we are ready,” I say. Tory looks happy.

Alan POV

Tory and I sit silently, waiting for Meagan to bring back the paperwork. She looks nervous yet happy. I hope I can make her happy. I don’t want this to end badly. The last two left crying and screaming because they decided they were not ready for my lifestyle. It always baffles me when a lady agrees to a DDLG relationship but does not actually want to live it. They want to be taken care of but want the freedom to go and do as they please. This is not that type of relationship, and I need complete control over my lady. I want respect and control of my little’s life. She is for me to care for, not just finance. I have a feeling Tory is actually looking for a caretaker. She went to med school, so she can take care of herself. That tells me she is the real deal.

Meagan comes in with the paperwork. “You can read over everything and sign,” she says as she hands the contract to Tory. Tory flips to the back and signs the contract without reading it.

“Don’t you want to know how to terminate the contract?” Meagan asks.

“No, I do not plan on terminating anything. This relationship is forever, not just until it is hard,” Tory says.

“Okay then, if you need me or if you change your mind, you can call me,” Meagan says to Tory.

“I won't be changing my mind. I have my daddy, and now I am complete,” Tory says.

Tory reaches out for my hand. We walk hand-in-hand out of the office. I point to my car parked under a shade tree in the parking lot. I open her door. She gets in, and I go around to get in the driver's side.

“Do you have anything you need to get from your house?” I ask her.

“No, sir, I am coming empty-handed so you can dress me and mold me the way you see fit,” Tory says.

“Well, then, I guess we need to go shopping first,” I say to her.

“Really? That sounds awesome,” Tory says.

“Are you hungry?” I ask her.

“Yes, I am starving,” Tory says.

“Let us get something to eat first, then we will go shopping,” I say to her.

This relationship is off to a good start. I can dress her the way I want, and she will not fuss. We drive to a shopping mall close to the office. There is a nice little private restaurant I have been to many times in front of the mall. I pull into the restaurant. She waits patiently for me to open her door. She promptly kisses me on the cheek as I hold the door open for her. “Thank you, daddy,” she says.

We go into the restaurant. I ask for a private table in the back of the restaurant. I pull out her chair, and we sit. Tory looks over the menu and then at me.

“Would you mind ordering for me?” Tory says.

“No, not at all,” I answer her.

When the waiter comes, I order for the two of us. She is beaming as we wait for our food. The waiter brings me a glass of wine and her a soft drink. This is usually the first thing the ladies fuss about; I don’t allow my lady to drink any alcohol. “Is your drink okay?” I ask her. “Yes, it is perfect. I mostly drink water or juice, but this is great,” Tory says.

“You don’t drink alcohol?” I ask her.

“No, sir, it is not good for you, so I avoid it.”

The waiter brings out a platter of oysters. Tory looks at the oysters, puzzled. “I have never eaten these before,” Tory says.

“Allow me to help you with your first bite,” I say. I take a cracker and the oyster spoon. I carefully remove the oyster and place it on the cracker. “Open your mouth,” I say to her. I place the cracker in her mouth.

“Mm, that is so good,” Tory says to me. She continues eating the oysters without my assistance.

The waiter brings the rest of our food. She eats slowly and properly. I cannot help but watch her as she eats. She is beautiful. We finish our meal and leave the restaurant. We walk over to the mall. I always enjoy a good long walk after dinner. Tory seems to be enjoying it as well.

We walk into the mall and go straight to a department store to find her clothes. First, we go to the intimates department. I buy her multiple pairs of panties, but no bras. She asks no questions. We walk over to the clothing section. I pick out all the clothes I like in her size. She tries everything on for me, and again asks no questions. She does exactly as I tell her to do. I pick out her shoes and a few accessories. As we leave and walk back to the car with our purchases, she smiles constantly. “Thank you so much, daddy,” Tory says. I open her car door, and she kisses my cheek before getting into the car.

“Where are we going now, daddy?” she asks me as I get into the car.

“Home. Are you ready?” I ask Tory.

“Yes, I am very excited to see my new home,” Tory says, beaming and overjoyed.

The drive is beautiful. I pull into my beach house, park the car, and help her out. She reaches for my hand. I take it and kiss the top of her hand. “Don’t worry about your things. Jackson will get your new clothes out of the car and take it to your room,” I say to her.

“I have my own room?” Tory asks.

“At first, then I will move you into my room unless you want to be with me from the beginning,” I say to her.

“I would prefer to be with you,” Tory says.

“Then you shall be with me,” I say to her.