My core clenches as I work my way back up to a sitting position. “Daddy,” I croak, the word feels different now, sinister but charged, and everything feels different.
“Legs open,” he growls when I start to peel my bent knees off the armrests. “I’ve been waiting to see what you look like with your legs spread for me for too long. I’m not done looking yet.”
That heat doubles down, a hot sheen of sweat covering my skin, my heart thumping as I clear my throat and exhale on a sigh.
“Daddy…” I start, the word so decadent on my tongue, forcing confidence into my voice this time.
“What, princess?”
“Do you ever… You know… Touch yourself, when you think of me?” The lack of blood in my brain has turned off my filter, I think. I would have never, ever asked him that ten minutes ago.
“Yes, baby. For longer than I should admit.”
A wicked pride fills my chest. “Could I… I mean, could you show me how you do it? So that I don’t feel so embarrassed?”
He steps back, pressing his hands on the sides of his nose on a loud exhale, palms covering his mouth as the seconds tick by,and my breath stalls as I stare at the tent in the front of his jeans. “You want to see, do you?”
I nod. “Yes… Please…” I nod again, faster, over and over. “Pretty please,” I add, then deliver the final blow. “With a cherry on top,” I whisper the last bit right into the top of the microphone, and it surrounds us with more than just my voice.
I’ve thrown down the gauntlet, and I run my tongue along my lower lip to see if he’s going to pick it up.
He does. But it’s the microphone he takes, lifting it off my chest and setting it on the chair next to me, clicking the button on the side to off.
“Then you take it out, princess. Be a brave little girl and take Daddy out.”
Chapter Five
Reuben
“Goddamn it,” I bark as her fingers fumble with the zipper on my pants.
My head is spinning with the taste of her still on my tongue, and the way she thought her extraordinary, inch-long clit was anything but a fucking miracle.
She tasted better than my dreams. Her sounds were heavenly, coming at me from everywhere. Part of me knows I should stop this, maybe even leave her here in this house with her mother and move halfway around the planet so she can have a normal life without an obsessed father figure controlling it from every angle.
But the bigger part of me, the part that is in control, knows that’s never going to happen. I’d never leave her, and now I know, as much as I’ve pretended in the past that I could, I’ll never let her go either.
Mine.Fucking mine.I licked it, it’s fucking mine.
We’re over the edge and on our way to hell, but there’s no stopping this now. I’ve gotten my first taste of the strongest drug on the fucking planet, my daughter’s pussy.
“It’s stuck.” She winces, wiggling and jerking at the tab on my zipper, but the pressure from my swollen, ten-inch battering ram is fighting back. The sight of her on her knees, pink, flushed, and wearing nothing but that now see-through t-shirt and some sort of thin bra underneath, is making it hard not to fucking pass out.
“Sometimes you have to work for what you want, baby. I like to see you struggle a little.”
She smirks, and as much as my dick wants inside that sweet cunt, my heart is as entrenched in this as any other part of me.
I fucking love this girl. I have since she was a baby, but now, this last year, all those paternal feelings have morphed into a hellfire lust that will likely be my demise.
“You’re grinding my self-control into dust.” My fingers fist in her jet-black hair, her sweet and savory scent on my breath as I reach down to help her with my cock, but the unfamiliar sound of a notification pinging her phone from somewhere behind us drags my attention away.
I turn in the direction of the sound, her hands frozen on my crotch.
“Oh, I’ll turn it off, I forgot—”
I flick my gaze back to her, snatching her wrist in a hard grip before she can step away. Her already-pinked cheeks turn crimson, and I know this girl as well as I know myself, well enough to know something is off. Her plump lips press into a tight line, her throat moving as she swallows, and she won’t quite keep her eyes on mine.
“Where’s your phone, princess?” I scan the stage, and before she can answer, I see it propped on a stool off to the side, a canof Diet Coke behind it, holding it up. “You recording yourself?” I ask as another notification pings, then another.
