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All that day, Jessica sulked in her room. In the afternoon, she got a text from Dave, asking if she was all right. She didn’t bother to respond. When he sent a second text with a picture of himself stripped to the waist, she blocked him.
She heard Daddy climb the stairs and walk up the corridor. His footsteps paused outside her room, and her heart sped up. Would he come inside, sit beside her on the bed, and take her in his arms?
But his footsteps moved away, back down the corridor. Her chest tightened. After a few minutes, she heard the shower being turned on in his bathroom. She pictured him in the shower, water pouring down his face and neck, splashing on his erect cock. She rubbed her thighs together, feeling hot. Maybe she could take a peek at him? He wouldn’t even know she was there.
She snuck down the corridor to his room, ready to run if the shower stopped. His bedroom door was wide open, the bathroom door slightly ajar. She crept to the bathroom and peeked in.
The bathtub enclosure was translucent, and she could see Daddy’s magnificent body outlined behind it. It was difficult to be sure, but she thought he was stroking his cock again. He threw his head back and moaned aloud, confirming her suspicion.
“Baby Girl,” he groaned above the sound of the water and then he gave a strangled cry, his body jerking. Warmth flooded her. Daddy wanted her just as much as she wanted him. He just didn’t want her to know it.
The shower stopped, and she beat a hasty retreat.
Dinner that evening was a silent affair. Daddy made Greek salad and mac and cheese, both her favorites. But she could barely eat anything. He tried to talk to her about the state of the garden, the storm expected tomorrow, his upcoming trip to Vegas for a conference, but she replied in monosyllables, pushing a bit of lettuce around her plate.
At last, he pushed his chair back and fixed her with a steady gaze. “Baby Girl, you’re awful quiet.”
She shrugged, biting her lip.
“I’ve hurt your feelings,” he said softly. “I’m sorry.”
Startled, she raised her eyes to his. “You pushed me away,” she said, not able to stop the tremor in her voice.
He sighed. “Honey, we have nosy neighbors on each side of our fence. I sent you inside just in time. As soon as you went indoors, Ms. Phillips called me over to ask about my tomato plants.”
“It’s not tomato plants that awful woman is interested in,” Jessica snapped. “It’s you.”
He laughed. “Hey, she’s not that awful.”
“Then why don’t you go have dinner with her instead?” Jessica burst out.
God, she was acting like a whiny child. She got up, pushing her chair back, meaning to flounce out of the room with the shreds of her dignity.
But Steve grasped her hand and pulled her toward him. “Sweetheart, you’re the person I most like to spend time with in the entire world. Don’t tease me, okay?”
She blushed. “Daddy, you’re the one who teases me.”
“A little bit is allowed, isn’t it?” he said with a mischievous grin that melted her insides.
“Yeah, a little bit is fine,” she said shyly.
“And you’re right. Ms. Phillips — her name’s Catherine, by the way — Catherine didn’t just want to talk about tomato plants,” he said casually. “She asked if I would take a look at her kitchen sink. The drain is giving her trouble, and she’s a bit nervous calling a strange man into her house to check it.”
The demon of jealousy reared its ugly head and roared. “She wants to seduce you, Daddy. She wants you to bend over her sink so she can stare at your ass.”
“You think so?” His voice was teasing again.
She shrugged. “It’s what I would do. You didn’t say yes, did you?”
He shook his head, watching her. “I told her I’m no plumber, and I’d end up making things worse.”
“She’ll think of another excuse,” said Jessica. “You wait and see. Just don’t fall into her net.”
He gave an amused grin. “I’m capable of protecting myself from predatory women, darling. But thanks for your concern.”
She blushed again. “I just don’t like to share you. Must you go to Vegas next week?”
“I must. It will only be for three days and I’ll make it up to you when I get back.”
Her pulse quickened. “But I don’t want to go to Mom’s. I don’t like her new şişli bayan escort boyfriend.”
“Has he made a move on you?” he asked, his voice suddenly rough.
She shook her head, afraid of his tone. “I just don’t like him. Daddy, please can you take me to Vegas with you?”
He tilted his head, considering. “I’ll discuss it with your mother,” he said at last.
She whooped. “Thank you, Daddy!”
“No promises,” he warned her. “Martha has to agree, and you will have to be a very, very good girl.”
“I’m always good,” she said. “You know that.”
He pulled her down on his lap and hugged her. “Yeah, I do know. I’m the luckiest man in the world.”
She snuggled into his lap, delighted to find herself back in this position.
He stroked and kissed her hair. “You’ve been mad at me today, haven’t you?”
“Ye…es,” she admitted.
“You do know why I did it, right? I don’t want anyone to see us and complain to your mother. She might not let you come back here.”
She pouted. “I’m eighteen, Daddy. An adult. She doesn’t have the right to stop me. In a couple of months I’ll be in college.”
His arms tightened around her. “Yeah, but no point upsetting her, okay?”
“Okay, but no one’s watching us right now,” she whispered into his chest.
He caressed her back. “Do you want that kiss?” he asked, his voice a low, seductive hum.
In answer, she sat up and straddled his hips, slipping her arms around him. She bent her face to his, tingling in anticipation.
Daddy tugged her lower lip with his teeth, then flicked his tongue inside, exploring the roof of her mouth. It was so erotic, she felt her insides go liquid. He pressed the back of her head down, deepening the kiss, sucking her tongue, biting and licking her lips. All the while, his other hand cupped her ass, kneading it.
She ground her pussy into his crotch, and this time, he did not push her away. He broke the kiss and gazed into her eyes. “What do you want, Baby Girl?” he asked tenderly.
“I want to come,” she gasped.
He smiled. “Patience, love.” His hand wandered up her back. “You don’t like wearing bras?”
She shook her head. “My breasts are quite small.”
“No, they’re not. They’re perfect,” he assured her. His fingers brushed her nipples through the thin fabric of her sundress, and she moaned.
“Daddy, please,” she said, not sure what she was begging for.
In one fluid motion, Daddy tugged her dress up over her head and off her arms. He gazed at her breasts, breath quickening. “Perfect, just like I thought.” He rubbed her nipples with his fingers. “Has a boy ever touched these, Jessica?”
“No, Daddy,” she assured him.
He took a deep breath. “Let me show you how they should be worshipped, darling.” He pushed her back, supporting her with one arm, and bent his head to her breasts. He began to lick the nipples, flicking his tongue over one and then the other.
Jessica could scarcely recognize the animal-like sounds coming from her throat. She clasped Daddy’s head with one hand and pushed her breast into his mouth.
Obediently, Daddy began to suckle it, his warm wet mouth sending crazy sensations of pleasure throughout her body. He switched to the other breast while she drummed her feet on the floor, unable to contain herself.
“Please, Daddy, I need to come so bad,” she moaned.
He gave a last suck to each breast, licking his lips appreciatively. “Delicious,” he proclaimed. “You deserve an orgasm, Baby Girl.”
He positioned her hips over his erection and began to move her rhythmically up and down. She gasped, clasping his shoulders to anchor herself. It felt like he was fucking her right through her thin panties. Her clit was on fire, her pussy so wet she was sure he could feel the dampness even though his own shorts.
“Harder, Daddy,” she stuttered, and he thrust his hips up into her pussy. She moved faster, humping his erection.
“MY sexy Baby Girl,” Daddy murmured into her ear. He pulled her head down for another kiss, a rough one this time that made her gasp. At the same time, his hardness pressed into her pussy, grinding it, sending her into higher and higher paroxysms of pleasure until, with a loud scream of “Daddy!” she came hard, shuddering and gasping and squirming in his lap.
Afterward, şişli escort he held her close, stroking her back, murmuring how beautiful she was, how she had nothing to be ashamed of, and how much he loved her.
She kissed his stubbled cheek. “Your turn, Daddy.”
He laughed. “No, Baby Girl. I can take care of myself. Go take a shower. I’ll clean up here.”
No matter how she begged him, he wouldn’t let her help him to an orgasm. She picked up her sundress from the floor and slowly went upstairs, both satisfied and dissatisfied. Somehow, she had to make Steve lose his last inhibitions with her. But how?
It was Saturday night, and most of Jessica’s friends were at a party. She checked a few Instagram accounts and saw a picture of Dave, his arm around the bare shoulders of a pretty red-head in a strapless black cocktail dress. Asshole. Maybe the red-head would like his fumbling hands inside her panties.
Hey Jess, where are you? came a text from one of her group chats.
At home, she texted.
Girl, it’s the weekend. You need to get out and have a bit of fun.
She thought of all the fun she’d been having with Daddy, and grinned.
Want us to come pick you up? We’re going to Shana’s for drinks and dares.
No thanks, she texted. I’m going to sleep.
Jess, I swear you’re the most boring girl on the planet.
She turned notifications off and tossed her phone aside. Boring? They could think what they liked. None of them mattered anyway. Daddy was the only person who mattered.
Right then, Daddy walked up to her door and called, “Lights off soon, honey. It’s eleven.”
“Okay, Daddy,” she called back. He was so cute, treating her like she was twelve. She could stay up as long as she liked, and he wouldn’t scold her for it. But she switched off her light and took off her clothes, donning a lacy black shift that barely covered her ass. It was the sexiest piece of clothing she owned. Daddy had bought it for her when she turned seventeen. She never took it to Mom’s house. Mom would have either thrown it or claimed it for her own.
She lay down, listening to the sounds of her stepfather walking to his bathroom, turning on the tap, brushing his teeth. A little later, his bedroom door creaked shut. That startled her. Daddy never shut his door fully. What was he doing inside?
After a while, unidentifiable noises began to come from his bedroom. Unable to bear the suspense, she snuck out of bed and stole down the corridor to his room. She crouched outside his door, listening.
Low voices came from inside, and her heart clenched. Was someone with him?
A woman’s voice moaned, “Fuck me, darling! Fuck me hard!”
Shocked, she slithered to the floor. Daddy had sneaked Catherine inside his bedroom and was fucking her right now, while she sat on the floor outside his bedroom, her heart in pieces.
Loud moans mixed with animal-like grunts, thumps, and the creaking of the bed assaulted her ears.
I’m going to kill Catherine, she thought fiercely, dashing an arm across her face. Why should she enjoy Daddy’s favors? She didn’t deserve them. She didn’t deserve to be fucked by him, in his own bedroom, while Jessica cried outside by herself. Why should Jessica let her get away with it?
She stood, swallowed her fear and anger, and threw open the door, ready to scream.
The sight that met her eyes transfixed her.
Daddy was lying in bed, naked, leaning against a pillow. Alone. He was stroking his cock, his eyes glazed, watching the television screen.
Her eyes darted to the screen, and a rush of understanding and embarrassment swept through her. On the screen, a naked woman writhed beneath a man. His ass pumped up and down as he fucked her hard.
Daddy had been watching porn. Now he was watching her, frowning, his hands still fondling his cock. Jessica lowered her gaze to the floor, knowing she’d crossed a boundary.
“Jessica, what are you doing here?” he asked, his voice hard.
“I’m sorry, Daddy,” she stammered. “I heard something and I thought…I thought…”
He sat up, not bothering to hide his massive cock. “What did you think?” he demanded.
“I thought you were with someone,” she managed.
“Come here, mecidiyeköy escort Jessica,” he said.
Reluctantly, she walked over to him, keeping her gaze lowered. He flicked a button on the remote and the screen switched off, the naked woman cut off in mid-orgasmic screech.
“You can’t just walk into my room whenever you feel like it, Baby Girl,” he said. “Daddy has his needs and privacy is one of them.”
She bit her lip. “I won’t do it again.”
“I can’t let you off so easily this time, sweetheart. You need a little punishment to remember the lesson.”
She looked up at him, startled. His tone was serious, his face set in lines of disapproval. It frightened her. “Please don’t be mad at me, Daddy.”
“Do you want me to stop being mad, Baby Girl?” he asked her softly.
“Then do exactly as I say, without question.”
“Yes, Daddy,” she said, relief flooding her. She would do anything to make him happy with her again.
He rose from the bed and stood beside her, raking her with his eyes. “Are you wearing anything underneath that?”
“No, Daddy,” she murmured, twisting under his hot gaze.
“Get on your hands and knees on my bed,” he ordered.
She clambered on to his bed, wondering what he had in mind.
He positioned himself behind her, and flicked her sexy little black shift up, exposing her smooth, round ass. She licked her lips in anticipation. Was Daddy going to fuck her?
Without warning, his palm came down on her ass, smacking her hard. She cried out in pain and surprise.
“Honey, you’re not allowed to make any noise while I spank you,” Daddy purred. “Put a hand over your mouth if you cannot control yourself.”
She clamped a hand over her mouth, heart beating fast.
His palm came down again and again on her ass. She writhed under the onslaught, her cries muffled by her hand. God, that hurt, but it was also making her so wet.
“Are you going to obey me in future, Jessica?” Daddy growled. Smack.
“Yes, Daddy,” she squeaked.
“Are you going to enter my room without permission?” Smack.
“No, Daddy,” she moaned.
“Are you a good girl?” Smack.
At last, he stopped and caressed her buttocks. “Have you learned your lesson, Baby Girl?”
“Yes,” she said, her voice trembling.
He tugged her shift back over her ass. “Go to your room then.”
Shock and disappointment warred within her. Was Daddy going to just send her back to her room? She wanted to beg him to touch and caress her like he had done earlier that evening, but she didn’t dare.
She scrambled off the bed and stood, wincing. Her ass felt like it was on fire. Her eyes went to his massive erection. If anything, it looked even bigger than before.
“Daddy, please may I stay?” she asked timidly.
He raised his eyebrows. “Do you want another spanking?”
“No,” she said hastily. “I just…I just wanted to help you the way you helped me. I mean, porn is okay, but you shouldn’t have to rely on it.”
“No,” he said, watching her. “Catherine is all but throwing herself on me. She texted me a picture of her tits this evening.”
She bit her lip, not wanting to anger him with a sharp retort. “Did you like it?” she asked at last.
His lips twitched. “I deleted the pic and blocked her.”
A fierce joy flooded her. “I blocked Dave too, Daddy. People like that — we don’t need them.”
“No,” he agreed. “We only need each other.” He held his arms out and she fell into them, nearly sobbing with relief. He wasn’t angry with her.
She rubbed herself against his cock, wanting to pleasure him, but he held her off with one hand, laughing. “Baby Girl, I told you. I can take care of myself.”
“But I want to take care of you, Daddy,” she protested. “I want to be everything you need.”
“Right now, I need you to go back to your room.” A warning note entered his voice. “Don’t make me say this twice, Jessica.”
“Yes, Daddy.” She went back to her room, her ass sore, her pussy dripping wet, bitterly disappointed.
She lay on her bed, licked her fingers, and massaged her clit in slow circles, imagining that it was Daddy touching her instead.
Then her fantasy shifted. She imagined that instead of spanking her, Daddy had thrust his cock inside her, groaning her name, and fucked her until he rocked the bed.
She came hard, stuttering, “Daddy, Daddy, please!”
Afterward, she lay drained and empty, wondering when he would remove the last barrier left between them.
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