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.
ChapterThree
DADDY
The sound of the doorbell chimes through the house. My eyes go to my cameras to see a deliveryman at the front door with a package in his hand. I expect him to leave it there, knowing it doesn't need a signature, but he lingers, waiting. I slide my gaze over to the other camera and see that the pool is empty. Emma is no longer outside on the lounger.
I'm up and out of my chair, already moving toward the stairs. Emma is downstairs.Alone.
My feet hit the bottom step, and I round the corner into the foyer just in time to see her pulling the front door open. She's wearing that skimpy white bikini I'd gotten her two years ago. It was snug back then, but now it's indecent.
It barely covers anything. The fabric is straining against her tits, and the bottoms are riding up her ass. She's standing there in the open doorway, smiling up at the delivery driver like she has no idea what she looks like. The driver's eyes are locked on her chest. His mouth is actually hanging open.
"What the fuck?" I bellow, making both of them jump. Emma turns around, her eyes wide and as innocent as ever. The delivery driver is still staring, now getting a nice view of her ass. My vision bleeds red, and a rage I've never felt falls over me.
"Daddy, there's a package?—"
I move her back behind me and get into the driver's face. Now I know why he lingered and didn't just leave the package. He wants to seemygirl.
"You're a fucking pervert," I grit out, trying to get myself under control. If I cold-cock him, I'll likely have to spend the night in jail, away from Emma. I don't like her alone in the house. "Standing there drooling over a teenage girl. Get the hell off my property before I call the police."
The driver stumbles back, hands raised. "Sir, I was just?—"
"Next time I'll snap your fucking neck," I warn before slamming the door. I brace one hand on it and try to check my rage. I take a couple of deep breaths before I turn around.
Emma is frozen, her eyes huge, her lower lip trembling. She looks so small in that bikini. So exposed. I force myself to breathe through my nose. In. Out. My hands are slightly shaking. I ball them into fists.
"Go shower and put your pajamas on," I say, my voice rough. "Get ready for dinner."
She blinks at me, confused, but she doesn't argue. She scurries over to the stairs, padding up them. I watch her go, my jaw tight, my cock already hard and aching.
She's pushing me. I think she's doing it on purpose, prancing around in that bikini, answering the door like that, letting that man look at her. It's her fault.All of it.
At dinner, I watch her eat, making sure she takes plenty of sips of her lemonade.
The powder I crushed into her drink has dissolved completely, and she doesn't notice a thing. She chatters about some show she watched, her voice light and childish, not bringing up the delivery man. I'd made a call to make sure that from now on, all my mail is diverted to the post office.
I nod along with her story, my heart hammering against my ribs, my anticipation rising. Except this time, my control has almost fully slipped from me.
When her eyes start to droop, I stand, catching her in my arms as she slumps in the chair. This dose has hit her harder. Good, she's going to need it. She's brought this upon herself.
I take care of my girl. I give her everything. The least she can do is give me what a man needs. That’s all I ask of her because I know it's only her that will sate this hunger.
I carry her to bed. She murmurs something, her head lolling against my shoulder as I lay her down on her pink sheets. She looks like a tiny doll.My doll.I lock her door behind me and strip. My hands are steady now. I know what I need to do.
I stand over her, my cock in my hand, slowly stoking myself.
