Chapter 3
Daddy stares at me for a long moment, but his expression is unreadable. “Get ready for bed, and then meet me in my office. There are things we need to discuss.”
I sit up and stare at him. “Am I still in trouble?”
“We’ll have to see about that.” I watch as Daddy fixes his clothes and gives me one last long look before he leaves my bedroom.
When I lick my lips, I still taste him there. Is he upset that I forced his hand tonight? That I’d given him no choice but to put his thing in my mouth? I remember one time when I was sitting on Daddy”s lap and we were watching a movie. I felt it get hard, and he explained that sometimes it happens to men and I should ignore it. I asked if it was painful when he got hard because oftentimes he would move my hips to rock my bottom across it like a massage. He told me it could be and that he would take care of it later. I kept asking questions because I wanted to know more, but Daddy said only a wife was allowed to ever touch a man there. Tonight I got to because I made him.
Not wanting to upset Daddy any more, I hurriedly get ready for bed. I toss my clothes into the hamper before getting a new pair of panties and slipping into my favorite My Little Pony shirt. I tug on the bottom, but it’s gotten tight over the years, and I refuse to get rid of it.
The large double wooden doors into Daddy’s office are slightly cracked, and I knock lightly before poking my head in. Daddy waves me over, and I see he has a fire going. It’s the only light in the room.
“Come sit here.” He pushes back from his desk to make room for me and then pats his thigh.
“Really?” I practically bounce over toward him. It’s been months since I’ve gotten to sit on his lap. “I’m allowed to sit in your lap again?”
He helps me get up and then stares pointedly at me. “Some things around here are going to change,” he tells me before looking down at my lap. “You’re not wearing pants, princess?”
“I always just wear the shirt to bed.” It’s the truth, and I’ve been doing it for years.
“Hmm,” he responds before his hand slips under my shirt. He cups one of my breasts, feeling the weight of it in his palm. “I suppose since these are coming in, it makes the shirt fit differently.”
“Daddy?” My voice is shaky when his thumb brushes across my nipple. The sensation forces me to wiggle in his lap.
“Are you cold? They’re hard.”
“No, it feels tingly.” I let out a low breath, and my skin heats all over.
”That”s because your body is changing. You”ve gone from my little girl to—” He tugs on my nipple, making me gasp. ”My special girl.”
”You said no one should touch me there,” I remind him even though I don’t want him to stop.
”I”m your daddy. I can touch you anywhere I like,” he says firmly. ”Now tell me you love me.”
”I love you, Daddy.” I say it without hesitation.
”And that you”ll be my special girl.”
”Of course I’ll be your special girl.” Daddy”s hand slides down my stomach and into my panties.
”Well, now that you”re my special girl, things will be different. Your household responsibilities will change.”
”More chores?” I want to complain, but then I feel his fingers between the folds of my sex.
”If that’s what you want to call it. But I think it will be a good solution for when you’re out tempting boys.”
”Daddy, I swear—” His glare is so sharp that I stop talking and press my lips together tightly.
“When you come home with a wet pussy, what am I supposed to think?”
“I don’t know.” I shrug my shoulders. “I can’t help it.”
“Something must be putting you into heat.”
“Heat?” I scrunch up my nose, trying to understand what he means.
“You want a cock inside you. Right here.” Daddy thrusts a finger inside me, and I gasp. ”Look at you, princess. Even now you’re practically begging for it.” He pumps his finger slowly in and out, and I whimper. “With how needy you are, it reminds me of how long it’s been since I’ve had my own release.”
“But you said that was for married people.” I grip the front of Daddy”s shirt because I’m desperate to hold on to something.
“I’m a man, princess. I have needs. I’ve spent years ignoring it because my only focus is you. Any time I”m not working, I put it into you. Now it”s time for you to return the favor.”
“You want to do that to me?” I peek up at him through my lashes, feeling shy all of a sudden.
“I suppose I could go out and find?—”
“Daddy!” I snap at him. The idea of my daddy with another woman makes me angry.
“I wouldn’t bring her home.”
“I don’t like it,” I say firmly, and he cocks his head to the side to appraise me.
“Well, I guess I have this fresh pussy right here. And it needs attention.”
“Is it okay for us to do that?” I whisper.
“This is my house, and you’re my daughter. I can do anything to you I want.” Daddy pulls his hand out from my panties and brings his finger to his mouth, sucking it clean. ”Damn, you taste good.” He inhales, and his eyes are hooded. “You smell sweet too.”
“Really?”
“I’ll show you, princess.” When his lips come down on mine, he thrusts his tongue into my mouth. It’s the same way as when he kissed between my legs. “Kiss me back,” Daddy orders. “Lick my tongue back.”
I do as I’m told, and he lets out a deep groan that sounds painful.
“Daddy, are you okay?”
He ignores the question and pulls me over both his legs so that I’m straddling him.
”Take my cock out. It’s time you learned how to take care of me.”