Chapter 2
Chapter Two
DADDY
“Daddy,” Emma mumbles, and my chest tightens with adoration. She’s always calling for me, even in her sleep.
“You didn’t put on your pajamas,” I tell her, although she doesn’t open her eyes.
Reaching out, I gently place my hand on her ankle, but she doesn’t flinch. Slowly, I slide my hand higher, and the farther I go, the faster my heart beats. This is all I’ve ever wanted. I’m having to control my breath and remind myself to keep calm as I reach the top of her thigh.
“Emma?” She doesn’t respond when I say her name. I watch her eyes to see that they’re still closed as her chest rises and falls evenly.
There’s a nightgown on the floor next to the bed, and I assume that’s what she was going to put on before she passed out.
Carefully, I unbutton her skirt and slide it over her hips and then down her legs.
She still doesn’t wake up as I place it in her dirty clothes and then reach for her shirt.
It’s a pretty cotton shirt with buttons on the front.
It makes it easy to undo them one by one.
Slowly, I peel it open, exposing her matching cotton bra. There’s a little pink bow in the middle with her breasts nearly spilling out of the top. She’s my little girl, but she’s shaped like a woman.
My hands shake as I strip off her top and stare down at her in her underwear.
There’s so much I want to do to her, but I know I shouldn’t.
I only slipped her the drug so I could look at her while she slept.
That’s all. But since she forgot her pajamas, I can’t help but think she would want me to put her in them.
It’s my job as her father to put her needs first.
Carefully, I reach behind her and unclasp her bra.
Her body is limp as I pull it off, and once it’s free, all I can do is stare down at her bare breasts.
I lick my lips, wondering what they taste like.
I’m not supposed to go that far, not tonight.
I made a promise to myself that if I had to do this, I needed to go slow. I don’t want Emma getting suspicious.
Soft petting, that’s all I’m allowed to do tonight.
I sit on the bed beside her and reach out to cup one soft breast. The creamy skin is so, so pale, and her small nipples are a rosy pink.
They are a stark contrast to the rest of her.
I rub my thumb over a nipple, and it reacts to my touch.
Of course it does. She’s my special girl; her body knows my touch comes with love.
Some might think I love her too much, but she’s so innocent. How could I not spoil her?
I keep watching her face as I cup both of her breasts with my hands.
My breathing is heavy as my cock throbs between my legs.
This is better than I ever dreamed of. Maybe this is enough.
If I can come in here every night and just do this, then maybe I don’t have to take it any further.
Maybe petting her breasts is where I can stop, and she’ll never have to know.
My thumbs graze over her nipples back and forth. I do it for so long it feels like hours go by, and still it feels like I never want to stop. Even the thought of stopping has me irritated.
“Daddy,” Emma moans, and my eyes snap up.
I was so lost in petting her that I’d forgotten to make sure she was still asleep. Thankfully, her eyes are still closed, but she arches her chest against my hands like she… wants it. The thought of her enjoying what I’m doing to her has my cock throbbing with need.
Clearly, I didn’t give her enough medicine if she’s already waking up. Tomorrow night I’ll have to increase the dose. If I keep doing this much longer, she could wake up. I can’t risk getting caught this soon. Not when I’ve only just started.
“Go to sleep, pretty girl.” Reluctantly, I take my hands away from her breasts and reach for her nightgown.
It’s the softest pink and so thin I can see the outline of her nipples. It’s also too short to cover her bottom anymore, but she continues to wear it.
Once I slip it over her head, I pull it down, but it doesn’t cover her cotton panties.
She’s still on her back with her legs spread, and I tell myself I just need one more touch before I go.
Reaching out, I cup her between her legs.
It would be crude to call it a pussy. That’s what an adult woman has.
She’s always referred to it as her lily, so I did too.
Even now, as I cup her lily, I think about how small and delicate it is.
My entire hand covers the little mound, and I’m shocked by how warm it is.
Her lily is almost hot, and when she rocks against my palm, my eyes widen.
I jerk my hand away and nearly stumble off the bed as I back away. I can’t be in here; I have to go.
I practically run out of Emma’s room and down the hall to mine.
I’m fisting my cock as soon as I get there, and I’m not gentle as I pump into it.
My thrusts are rough as I growl out my release that takes me all of two seconds.
I’m panting like I ran a marathon, but it doesn’t even take the edge off.
Who knows what I would have done to Emma if I had stayed in her room? I should stop now. I was so close to taking it too far. Taking it to a place I couldn’t come back from.
Even as I tell myself I won’t do it again, I’m already calculating the dose she’ll need for tomorrow.
It’s fine. I’ll be more in control next time. It’s just one more day.
I tell myself these things as I start to rub my cock again. The memory of holding her breasts is all I need to send me over the edge. Cum runs down my knuckles, making a mess.
Deep down, I know what I’m doing with my daughter is wrong, but I can’t seem to stop. I thought a little petting would be enough.
I should have known when it comes to Emma, there’s never enough.