Chapter 8
CeeCee
Daddy Samuel helps me to my feet, and I don’t let go of his cock for a second.
It’s the only solid thing in my world right now.
CeeCee’s Safe Place
It’s thick and hot, pulsing against my palm like a second heartbeat. The dampness on my skin is my own release trickling down.
“Time to show me what you’ve been hiding under here.” His hands work the zipper down my back in one smooth motion.
My mouth is dry. I swallow as he pulls the fabric forward, slowly, like he’s unwrapping something precious. A gasp rips out of me when he yanks the bodice down, freeing my bare breasts.
My nipples are so tight they ache, puckered into hard little points that feel almost bruised. His thumb grazes the left one, a rough callused edge rolling over the very tip, and my whole chest jerks.
He licks his lips and mumbles something under his breath, too quiet to catch, but I feel it in the sudden clench of his shaft in my grip.
I give him a slow, twisting stroke from the base to that swollen head slick with a bead of pre-cum, and his eyes slam shut.
“Fuck,” he says. “My grown-up little girl, learning so many new things tonight.”
“Am I all paid up, Daddy?” The question wobbles out of me, and relief floods my chest when he shakes his head.
“Not yet, baby.” He grabs my wrist and pulls my hand away from his cock, but before I have time to be disappointed, he leads us to my room, and guides me inside.
The motion-sensor light flicks on and paints the room in a soft glow. Bookshelves stuffed with all the fairy tales he bought me over the years. Plush toys spilling out of the hamper beside the bed.
So much knitting everywhere. Scarves from when I was first learning. Plush toys I made later. In Samuel’s room, there’s a sweater that was so enormous three of him could have worn it, but he loved it so much he keeps it pinned to his wall.
My walls are lilac, pink, scarlet, every hue I ever squealed over. The carpet is deep-pile and cloud-soft beneath my bare heels. The four-poster bed, the one I begged for so I could feel like a princess. All of it from him.
Daddy Samuel took me away from parents who barely even knew I existed, and gave me a life that most people would envy. He had no obligation, but he did it anyway. It’s only right that I pay him back for all that.
He pushes me back, and I fall onto my mattress, bouncing once before looking up at him over the landscape of my small breasts.
This is it. I’m going to have sex with him.
He’s going to do this to me. Fear tramples through me, but I won’t refuse. I’d never refuse Daddy.
“You’re going to take it, CeeCee. I’m going to show you what it means to belong to me now. If your pussy is half as good as your mouth, I’m not going to last long. Now touch yourself.”
I shake my head so fast the room blurs. “Daddy, that’s—”
“Do it, sis.” A crooked grin tugs his mouth as he wraps his hand around his cock and starts stroking. The head is a deep, angry, purple shaft, veined and thick, and my mouth waters just watching him work it. “We’re close. You can show me how you play with yourself, little sis.”
The word “sis” coils around something forbidden in my chest and squeezes. I drag a shaky breath and slide my hand between my legs, keeping them squeezed tight. My fingers find the hot, slick, puffy outer lips that part the moment I start to explore.
I rub a slow circle on the part that’s aching the most, and the wetness sounds obscene in the quiet room.
So many nights in this very bed, I’ve wanted to bury my hand between my thighs, thinking about the brother I was never supposed to want. The man who raised me. My Daddy.
I just never did it. But now I am. And he’s watching.
“Daddy…” The stutter scrapes out of me.
“Spread your legs so Daddy can see.” His voice is deep, but his tone is nurturing and calm, like what we are doing is the most natural thing in the world. “Relax your muscles and just let your knees fall open.”
I just let the lust take over and stop thinking. My brain is nothing but a soupy mess of desire, shame, and conflict, so I shut it down.
His eyes track my fingers, then flick to my face with an encouraging nod. An aching and empty feeling inside me grows, and I know it’s what my brother has that I need.
“Do you know where your clit is, baby?” He rubs his knuckles across the corner of his mouth like maybe he’s drooling, while his other hand works the angry stem standing tall in front of him.
“I—I,” My fingers work and search in the wet heat exposed to him, but I’m stuttering, and honestly, I’m not sure. “I don’t know.”
The admission comes out of me with a burning tear that tracks from the corner of my eye down across my cheek, and I expect Samuel to look disappointed, but he doesn’t.
He looks almost pleased.
“Fuck, yeah,” he growls.
My gaze locks onto him as he climbs onto the end of the bed, his eyes fixed on my open legs where my fingers are still moving.
“Daddy is going to teach you about your clit. It’s best if I use my tongue.” His jaw sets into a hard line, nostrils flaring. “You’ll need to trust me. I’ve always been good to you. Just try to relax…”