This teaser contains more than a few steamy scenes! Which, you know, are the fun ones, but I don't want anyone getting into an awkward situation or anything, so, um… be advised! Basically everything after this is full steam ahead, haha.
To be fair, Grey and Fiona are pretty good at that one, so…
Enjoy!
1 – Introduction
Do you know how fucking hard it is to try and stop when you're ball's deep inside of the perfect little pussy of the more than perfect eighteen year old girl who's laying on your bed, legs spread wide for you and you alone? How the fuck am I supposed to handle a situation like this?
Probably by stopping. Except, you know, why stop, Grey? Just pound away, give her what she's been begging for this entire time. You teased her up to it, right? Well yeah, I did, and that was the plan, except then my little sister called.
What's that have to do with anything, you ask? Thanks. Thanks for fucking asking. Why do you have to ruin this for me? I'm already angry enough at myself for getting caught up in the moment with Fiona, so I could definitely use a reminder about how depraved I am.
The issue, the entire fucking problem, is that my little sister Emily called right in the middle of me and her best friend having fun. Oh, and Emily doesn't know that I'm fucking her best friend, so that's another issue right there. Plus they're on the phone together right now.
Yeah… think about that one for a second…
I slide out of Fiona's perfect fucking pussy until just the head of my cock is lodged between her smooth lips. Her eyes roll into the back of her head as I grind my way into her again. My balls lightly smack against her ass and I feel her clenching hard against my shaft.
Yeah, that's it. That's my good girl, Fiona. Take Daddy's cock. You can do it. Take it all, feel it, and give me your orgasm. That's what I want. That's what I…
The “Daddy” thing is a long story. It's probably even worse than you think. I know this is fucked up. I know I'm probably fucked up. Is that going to stop me? Have you even been paying attention?
Like I said before, I'm ball's deep inside of Fiona's perfect little pussy while she clamps down on me like she's going to die if I don't give her an orgasm soon. And she's talking on the phone with my sister at the same time.
“Mmmmm,” she says, trying not to moan too loudly. “He's… Daddy's… right there… here! I meant he's right here! It's so much, though. So full. His hands, I mean! Um…”
Thanks, Fiona. Emily's not going to suspect a thing.
Yeah… we're screwed.
2 – Fiona
How did I wind up on Daddy's bed, my legs spread wide for him, his “almost too big, but, oh, I need it so bad” cock inside me? That's a really great question! I don't even know where to start, so can we skip that part for now?
The thing is that ever since he let me move in with him, and ever since my best friend Emily, who just so happens to be Daddy's sister, went away to college, well…
Daddy gets really stressed sometimes from work. Also, I try so hard to be a good girl, but sometimes I end up teasing him a lot? It's not my fault, I swear! Um, no, it is my fault, and I'm so so sorry, Daddy, but I can make it better? If you need to punish me, I understand. I'll try not to do it again.
And if you need to unwind after work and let go of some of your stress, why don't you let go of it inside me?
Please, Daddy…
I want your cum so bad… I want to feel it deep in my tight pussy and I want you to know how much I want it and how much it means to me…
So that's how that happened. That's how that kind of thing always happens, right? I don't know. I've only ever done this with Daddy, so I couldn't tell you, but I'm going to assume that this is how it happens for everyone. I sure hope so, at least. It's basically amazing.
Anyways, then Emily calls, and I sort of have to answer her because she keeps calling. I try to ignore it at first, and Daddy does, too. Except Emily calls again. And once more. Another time.
Daddy winces as the phone keeps ringing, and I don't want Daddy to be worried or stressed out. That's why we're doing this, so he can relax and release and give me his cum. He slows down from pounding away at my puffy little pussy–which is puffy all because of him, by the way. Thank you, Daddy!–and glances at my phone sitting on his bedside table.
“It probably won't take long,” I tell him. “I can talk to her quick and tell her I'll call her back?”
This makes plenty of sense right now, because we've stopped for a second to talk about it, but I'm not going to lie, it's, um… sort of hard to put two and two together when I have Daddy's cock inside me. I'm not really thinking clearly at the moment. My mind is about to cum to a lot of cumclusions and I probably shouldn't try to cum up with ideas that don't involve what we've cum here to do.
Daddy doesn't say anything, just grunts and nods at me. It's sexier than I should probably admit, especially considering I have my phone in my hand and I'm about to answer a call from his sister. And my best friend. And…
“Hi!” I say, louder than I mean to. And then I let out a sharp squeak as Daddy thrusts his cock deep inside me. My eyes roll into the back of my head and I completely forget what I was just doing. Phone huh what?
“Fifi!” Emily says, giddy. And then a pause. “Are you alright? What's going on?”
“Oh, you know,” I say. “The usual. Stuff. Things. Stuff and things.”
I accidentally say the last part so it sounds exactly like “stuffing things” which is eerily accurate, but…
Act casual, Fiona! Try to pretend that Daddy's cock isn't deep inside you at this very moment. How do I even do that? He's not being as rough or as hard as before, but in a lot of ways that's even worse. I can feel every throbbing inch of him as he slides deep inside my overworked pussy. Daddy teased me relentlessly today, which is part of why I teased him back, and even when we ended up in his bed together he kept teasing and teasing. I need to cum around his cock just as much as I need him to cum inside me.
And I also sort of need to talk to Emily since I'm on the phone with her right now, so…
“Is something going on?” Emily asks, worry painted in her voice. “Where's Grey? He didn't leave you home alone, did he? I know you hate that.”
“He's… Daddy's… right there…” I say, right as he hits the spot deep inside me that I love so much. What am I…? Oh, right. “Here! I meant he's right here! It's so much, though. So full. His hands, I mean! Um…”
His hands are kind of full, so I don't think that's a lie? He's gripping my hips tight, pinning my waist to the bed as he grinds his cock into me. As soon as I say what I just said, he grins at me and keeps doing everything exactly the way he was. He lifts his hips up so that the base of his shaft teases against my clit, and he leans forward so he can keep up the momentum. I'm skewered on Daddy's cock, every single nerve in the center of my body sending out a rush of sensation to everywhere else in my body.
“I'm… I'm cumming…” I whimper as my world goes dark from ecstasy.
I can't see anymore, I don't even know what's going on. My body betrays me and I squeeze hard around Daddy's cock, clamping and clutching against him. Sparks burst forth behind my eyelids, a flash of light beneath my clenched shut eyes. A second later I feel Daddy giving me even more of what I needed. I really need a lot right now, too.
Yes, please, thank you, Daddy. I'll be your good girl forever. I just want you to feel good and I feel so good right now, also. I love your cum so much and I want it inside me all the time and…
I forget how long that goes on. I was talking to someone, right? Listless, I hold the phone in my hand, trying to remember what I was…
Oh shoot!
Emily.
“…Fiona?” she asks, clearly concerned. “Is–”
I cut her off, my mental clarity returning shortly after my ecstasy induced insanity. I… I plead the fifth! Can I do that? I don't know but I'm doing it.
“I'm coming to give Daddy the phone so you can talk to him!” I say, fast. It's the only thing that comes to my mind.
“You mean you're going to give it to him?” my best friend asks.
“Yup, um, sorry,” I say, mumbling. “I meant I'm going to give it to him and he's coming to get it. He's just finishing up what he was doing, and… oh, look, he's done! Good job, Daddy!”
I mouth the words, “Thank you for cumming with me,” and then I hand him the phone.
“Oh, uh, hey, Emily…” Grey says, slow.
I like how tired Daddy gets sometimes after he cums. Just a little sleepy, you know? He's always handsome, but when he's just a little bit tired I think he's extra handsome, especially because then we get to cuddle a lot. I love when Daddy lays on his side and he pulls me up close to him and we spoon together while the both of us are still naked and I can feel his cum sliding out of me.
I also like when Daddy doesn't get tired after and he wants to do it again. Both are fun. This is one of his sleepy times, though.
He gently pats my pussy to show me what a good girl I've been, and then he slowly pulls his cock out of me. Careful, he slides up the bed and lays down next to me. I put my arm over his chest and cuddle up close to him, watching Daddy talk to Emily.
I wish we could tell her. I don't want her to be mad at me. I think she'd understand, but I don't really know. Maybe she'd understand but she'd still be mad?
The thing is, Daddy is all Emily has. He's not her real father, he's her older brother, but their parents had an unfortunate accident and he kind of ended up having to take over as the head of the household. There's a lot more to it and Daddy explains it better than I can.
He's not my actual father, either. I don't even know who my real dad is. I've never known. Emily and I became friends in high school, and then I started coming over to her house after school a lot more, and one day I was teasing Grey so I asked Emily if I could call him Daddy, too, and…
I liked it? A lot? Mhm…
I still like it. I know Grey's not my real father and I don't want him to be. I want him to be my Daddy in a different way, though. It doesn't have to make sense to anyone else, it just has to make sense to me and him.
And hopefully Emily…
3 – Grey
Why am I talking on the phone with Emily again? Seriously, that was Fiona's job. You had one job, Fiona! My job was to fill Fiona the fuck up, which I'd been trying to do for a few minutes until my sister kept calling and interrupting us, and…
I mean, Fiona's full now, her tight pussy completely stuffed with my cum, so… good job to me?
I'm fucked up, aren't I? Look, there's more to my relationship with Fiona than just sex, but sometimes you need to get the sex parts out of the way so you can get to the rest. Uh, fuck, I meant… it's not like it's a chore. Having sex with Fiona is literal heaven, except then every time we do it I feel like I'm going to Hell after.
Not a deep and resounding feeling of doom or anything. No, just a few nagging thoughts. It's like, yeah, Grey, why are you fucking the shit out of your sister's best friend? She's eighteen and you're thirty, so that's kind of a big age gap. And she calls you Daddy for fuck's sake! What the hell, man?
It's not just sex, though. Fiona and I go to yoga together, and she helps me out at home. We cuddle and watch movies. We talk a lot. She hasn't really had the best home life growing up, so I want to make sure she's happy and safe. I also want her to make something of herself.
She doesn't have to. I'm not pressuring her into shit here. That's what she wants to do, so I want to help her do it. I'm not here to brag, but if I'm being honest I could support myself, Fiona, and even give Emily whatever money she needs, and we'd all be fine for the rest of our lives. My parents left me everything, which included the house and their business, and I've done my best to grow it into something amazing. I really think they'd be proud of me.
Except maybe not considering this whole fucking the shit out of Emily's best friend thing. I don't know if they'd be proud of that one. Hey, nobody's perfect, alright?
Anyways, after filling Fiona the fuck up with my cum and making sure she got hers, I'm somehow on the phone with my sister.
Fiona's cuddling with me, too. Naked. We're both naked. I feel like I should put some clothes on, but Fiona's a literal cuddlebug after sex and I kind of love it, so not only can I not get up and get dressed right now, but I don't want to.
“So, uh, how's college?” I ask. Keep it safe. Stick to the basics, Grey.
“What are you doing to Fiona?” Emily asks, glaring at me through the phone.
I don't know how I know she's glaring at me, but she's my sister. Trust me when I say she's glaring at me. I know all about these things.
“To what are you referring?” I ask. Belatedly, I realize, uh… who the fuck even says something like that?
“She sounded upset,” Emily says, this time narrowing her eyes at me. “I know work is stressful sometimes and you get in a grumpy mood, but don't take it out on Fiona, Grey! Don't be mean to her!”
When my sister calls me Grey instead of Daddy, you know she's serious. Also, what the fuck? I wasn't even being mean to Fiona. I was being so fucking nice, pun intended. I mean, I may have spanked her here and there, but sometimes she's a naughty girl and, let's be honest, she enjoys it.
I enjoy doing it too, but that's beside the point.
“Look,” I say, being straight with her. “I wasn't being mean to Fiona. She was just, uh…”
Think, Grey. What was she doing besides moaning and clenching against your cock before cumming hard?
“Uh huh?” Emily asks, completely doubting everything I say. We're supposed to be family, Emily. I can't even believe this. You doubt your own brother? Wow.
“She was practicing her splits,” I say. There we go! It's not entirely a lie, right? Her legs were spread pretty far, so… “Yeah, I was in the kitchen putting groceries away and Fiona was practicing her splits. She's getting good at it. Some real intense shit right there, and–”
“Daddy!” Emily says. “Language!”
Holy shit, my sister, the proper fucking language police over here. If she knew some of the things her best friend's said when my cock's deep inside her, or about to be inside her, or when she wants it inside her, I really don't think she'd start with me on this one. Or she still would. Fiona and I should probably tell Emily what's up sooner rather than later, it's just, uh…
How do I even begin to explain this to my little sister? I never meant for this to happen, it just sort of did, and I'm real fucking glad it did, but…
“Anyways, what's up, twerp?” I ask. Yeah, keeping it cool over here. “You good? College going well? When are you coming back home to visit?”
“Actually!” Emily says, practically squealing the word. “You know Valentine's Day is soon, right? Do you have a date?”
“What, me, uh?” I say, and then I follow up with my great standby question of, “To what are you referring?”
Seriously, what the fuck am I doing here?
“I would say it'd be fun if you and Fiona went out for a nice dinner, but I'm stealing her away!” Emily says, giggling. “That's what I called about. There's a frat here that's hosting a Valentine's Day single's party.”
“A frat?” I ask, immediately feeling an emotion I don't know how to explain.
Let's try, though. Here's the explanation. My sister wants to go to a frat party. For Valentine's Day. It's for people who are single. Every dude there is going to be single. With my sister. And on top of that she wants Fiona to go?
Are you fucking with me? Why is this a thing that's happening? What did I do to deserve this?
This is my punishment for fucking my little sister's best friend behind her back, isn't it?
Holy fucking shit…
“It's a very established and dignified fraternity house,” Emily adds, gushing about this party she's apparently going to without my permission. Seriously, doesn't she have to ask me if she can go to shit like this? I think she does.. “It's the Sigma Epsilon Chi frat. I know Fiona doesn't go to college here, but no one will know. I figured if you were going to be in the area for work, she could come with you and then Fiona and I could go together? That would actually be really great, too, because, so… I'm not saying we're going to drink, so don't go all parental mode on me here, but if something happens it would be really great to have someone we trust that we can call to come help us out, you know?”
Now she wants my help? Since I'm her legal guardian, can't I ground her or something? Yeah, she's in college, but so what? That's helping, right? There's your help, Emily. No. No fucking way. You're grounded. Go study or something. Fuck Valentine's Day!
No. Shit. Don't… don't fuck on Valentine's Day. Don't fuck at all!
Yes, I'm a huge fucking hypocrite. Sorry? I'm older and more mature or something so it's fine. It's different. Maybe.
“Wait, did you say Sigma Epsilon Chi?” I ask, putting a few things together. Emily's all crickets on the other end of the phone. “Uh… S.E.X., Emily? Really? What kind of frat is this?”
“It's… it's just a joke, Daddy,” Emily says, going on the defensive. “You know how guys are. It's not serious. The college makes them put S.E.C. on their official notices and on the frat house door, but they always spell it with an X for the parties and stuff. It's not, um…”
“So,” I say, interrupting her. “Let me guess. This is something like… let me give this a shot. The Valentine's Day Single's Sigma Epsilon Chi Party? Seriously, Emily? The Valentine's Day Single's S.E.X. Party?”
“Wow, you got it right on the first try,” my little sister says, somehow impressed. “Huh!”
I know how the fuck college works, Emily. I've seen some shit you wouldn't even believe.
“I'm not letting my little sister go to a sex party,” I tell her. “No fucking way.”
“Daddy!” she whines. “It's not a sex party! It's just a joke. I can send you the email about it. The one for parents. It's actually for a great cause.”
Yeah, sure. What the fuck bullshit is that? A Valentine's Day single's sex party for the environment! To feed the homeless! For literacy or something?
The email they send out to parents is probably one-hundred percent bullshit, too. I know how this works, little sister of mine.
And… no. No fucking way am I buying that. I don't believe it. And I tell my sister that. Not in as many words. Why use a lot when you can use one?
“No.”
“Hmph!” she harrumphs at me. Probably would cross her arms over her chest and glare except she can't since she's holding her phone. Maybe she does it one handed. “Let me talk to Fiona again. Ugh! You're so–”
I don't really fucking care what I'm “so–” right now. I'm so fucking over Emily's shit, that's what I'm “so–.”
Also, there's no fucking way I'm letting Fiona go to some college frat party. Because I'm a greedy asshole, that's why. Yes, at one point I thought she should probably go date some guys her own age, and… technically speaking if it wasn't Fiona we're talking about I might still think that's true. I don't think I'm good for her, even if it feels so fucking good to be with her.
I don't want my sister to be single forever, either. I want some nieces and nephews some day. I'm not really looking forward to doing that whole “What are your intentions with my little sister?” thing that our dad would have had to do. Or I am looking forward to it, but Emily won't. This guy better be a fucking saint if he wants to date my sister. I know what kids your age think about, buddy. Don't even fucking think about it with my sister, though! She's…
I don't know. Emily's not an idiot or anything. I doubt she'd fall for some shitty dude's shitty pickup lines. She's probably fine.
That doesn't mean I want Fiona going to some frat sex party, though.
I'm all for Emily's first suggestion: Fiona and I going out for a nice Valentine's Day dinner. Why don't we do that one? Sounds real fucking good to me, so…
“Yup,” Fiona says, nodding into the phone. “Uh huh. Yes. I'll… I'll try? Yup!”
None of this sounds good. I don't like it.
4 – Fiona
I'm torn in more ways than one and I don't know what to do or say about it. I want to make Daddy happy, but Emily's my best friend and I want her to be happy, too.
And… I get to be happy, right?
I am! I really am happy, and it's not like I'm mad or upset or sad or anything. I love being with Daddy, even if we're keeping it a secret for now. Grey is literally the most important man in my life, and he's been that way for a long time.
He's been the only important man I've ever had in my life and I love him so much and I like calling him Daddy and watching him smile when I'm a good girl, or if I'm a little naughty he gets this really sexy glint in his eyes. Those are the times I know I'm about to be punished, and I probably deserve it, but also Daddy is so very nice to me and he wouldn't ever hurt me.
But then there's Emily, who's been my best friend for slightly longer. I knew her before I knew her brother if we're being one-hundred percent honest. Most of the time we all hung out together when Emily and I went over to her house. We never went to my house, because, um… I don't really like talking about that one. It's still hard for me to deal with. Anyways, we've all spent so much time together, and I have other friends and stuff, but Emily's my best friend.
I totally get where Daddy is coming from. I'm not sure that I should be going to some frat house sex party. I wouldn't do anything bad though, Daddy! Promise! Emily said it's just a joke, too. It's not really a sex party, that's just their Greek letters. Which, um…
“Daddy?” I ask him while we cuddle and he runs his fingers through my hair. Emily's invitation is still on both of our minds, even if we hung up with her a few minutes ago. “How's the fraternity thing work? How does Sigma Epsilon Chi mean sex?”
Daddy pulls me close and kisses the top of my head. I nuzzle into his arms and rest my head on his chest, listening to the rhythmic beat of his heart.
“It's the Greek alphabet,” he says. “Sort of. The letters look different than ours. None of them looks like an ‘S' actually, so I guess it's not quite the same. The frat probably took some liberties there. sigma's more like a sideways ‘M' and then epsilon is a stylized ‘E.' Chi looks like an ‘X' and it's pronounced similarly even though the letter has a completely different sounding name. If you put them all together, in Greek it would be pretty close to sounding like ‘sex' if you said it out loud.”
“Oh,” I say. “Huh! It doesn't mean the same thing, right? In Greek, I mean?”
Daddy laughs a little and I smile into his chest. “No, probably not. I'm not actually sure how you say ‘sex' in Greek. I just know a few things about fraternities and letters from when I was younger.”
“Were you ever in one?” I ask him, curious.
I can't picture Daddy being the same as my mental image of a frat boy. I mean, I don't know a lot about them, but I've seen some movies. Those are probably exaggerated, though.
“I wanted to be when I was younger,” he says, oddly truthful and with a hint of wistfulness in his voice. I didn't expect this answer. “I didn't exactly have the standard college experience since I had to take care of Emily,” he adds. “Not that, uh… I didn't mean it like that, Fiona. I didn't mean it in a bad way.”
“I know,” I say, kissing his naked chest. “You love Emily. I know it was hard for you. I don't know all of it, but I've been around you two for long enough to know how it is.”
We're still naked and I love cuddling with Daddy like this. It's different from having sex. Being naked and being together is really nice in its own way and I feel so warm and close to him when we're like this.
“Yeah…” he says, trailing off, lost in whatever thoughts are bustling through his mind at the moment.
“Do you think that frats are like in the movies?” I ask him.
“Probably not,” he says, chuckling. “Do you know what the point of a frat is? What they're supposed to be about?”
“Um, I know it's a brother thing, I think?”
“Right,” he says, teasing some of my hair and curling it around his finger. “Fraternities and sororities are supposed to be a brotherhood or sisterhood, literally. They're intended to be for networking purposes between students that have similar goals, and a lot of them do charity work and help out in their local communities.”
“So they're good?” I ask, because… I don't know… I've seen some movies, let me tell you.
“Maybe,” Grey grunts, sounding annoyed with himself. “Technically it's possible. Did Emily put you up to this?”
He looks down at me, my cheek on his chest while he plays with my hair. I look up at him and I bat my eyelashes a little, because it's fun to see how Daddy looks at me when I do that. He hides a grin, and I know he's looking at my eyes right now and even if he's trying to be grumpy he loves me and he likes me a lot. Not because we just had sex, but because he's my Daddy.
“Nope!” I say, sticking my tongue out at him. “I'm just curious, that's all. I'm wondering about stuff.”
“What kind of stuff are you wondering about?” he asks, his expression softening.
“Well, I really want to go to college, but I don't know how, and I don't want to ask you to pay for it. I wouldn't do that and even if you said you would, I wouldn't let you. I want to do it on my own and show you that I can, because I think that would make you really proud of me, which would make me happy. And, so, college is more than just studying, right? There's a lot going on. Like this party that Emily wants to go to, or I could join a sorority. I don't know if I'd want to do that. Do you think they'd like me?”
“What? Why wouldn't they like you?” he asks, completely appalled at the idea that somehow someone in the world wouldn't like me. This is probably one of the reasons I love Daddy so much.
“I mean… we're dating, right? You and I. And I call you Daddy, so… I really like it, and I like being your good girl, and even if you have to spank me sometimes or punish me like you did when we went to the grocery store the other day, um… I don't know. Are there other girls like me that I could talk to? I don't want people to think I'm weird, but maybe I'm weird.”
“I love your weirdness,” Daddy says, pulling me up and kissing my cheek. “I'm sure there's sororities who would have girls in them that… yeah, I don't know. Let's look into it if you really want to go to college.”
“I do!” I say, excited. “I think it'd be really fun and I think I'd like to talk to other girls about… stuff… I don't know, um… can I talk to people about us? I know we haven't told Emily, so…”
“I, uh… yeah…” Daddy says, slow and full of thoughts. “I really want to. You're special to me, Fiona. I get it, too. We've talked about this before and I think you should go to college and I'll help you figure out how you can do it, but if I'm being completely honest, I'm worried.”
“What are you worried about?” I ask him. I know the answer, but I want to hear Daddy tell me.
“You,” he says. “Or more like us. I mean, look, I'm being selfish and I want you all to myself. I know it's probably wrong. You're Emily's best friend, and… yeah… I know that deep down you should probably explore life and have relationships with boys your own age. I wouldn't stop you if that's what you decided you needed to do, but that's what hurts. That's not what I want and I know this is wrong, so, uh…”
“Nope!” I say, pressing my nose to his and shaking my head so our noses brush together, side to side. “I don't want other boys. I don't want anyone else. I want you, so you're stuck with me!”
He smiles and sneaks in close, kissing me. I flutter my eyelashes at him, tickling both of ours together in a butterfly kiss mixed with a regular kiss. I love touching Daddy and kissing him and smiling at him. And…
I feel Daddy between my legs. His cock throbs slightly, not fully hard but more than hard enough that I could easily slip him inside me if I shifted a little. I don't, not yet. Maybe soon, but I just want to kiss him and be close to him right now.
“So you want to go to this Valentine's Day party, huh?” he asks, our lips still close together.
“Yes, and I promise to be the goodest girl in the history of good girls,” I tell him.
“The goodest girl, eh?” he asks, smirking at him.
“Greatest girl doesn't really sound the same, but I want to be that, too,” I add.
“Good,” he says, pressing his lips to mine quick. “I guess… I mean, if anyone can make sure Emily stays out of trouble, it's probably you. And I want you to know that I do trust you, Fiona. This isn't about that.”
“I know,” I say, smiling at him and closing my eyes, contented. “Not everyone is like you, Daddy. I know that, too. Believe me, I do! Ugh.”
He laughs softly. “Yeah, I guess you would, huh?”
“You'll be close by too, right?” I ask. “If we go up to visit Emily and you stay in a hotel like you do when we go there for your work, you'll be around in case something happens?”
His pupils flash, a quick dilation, and then he tries to hide his sudden burst of anxiety over something–anything–bad happening.
“Yeah,” he says, his voice deceptively calm and gentle. “I'll be there. Maybe we'll stay in a different hotel this time. One closer to this frat house. I'll look into it.”
“Yay!” I say, kissing his cheek. “I love you, Daddy.”
“I love you too, brat,” he says, grinning at me.
“Nope! I'm your good girl, not a brat.”
“Yeah, well, any excuse I can use to spank your ass, I'll gladly take it, so you better be extra good…”
“What if you spank me as a reward?” I ask, coy, looking away from him. “I really like rewards like that, too…”
“We can talk about rewards,” he says. “Soon. You want to call Emily back and tell her I agreed to let you go to the party, right? I can tell. You go do that and I'll get dressed and then let's clean up this place a little and figure everything out.”
“I do want to call Emily…” I say, slow. “But can you wait until after to get dressed? I want to take a shower with you. I like when you wash my hair. Is that alright?”
“Of course it is,” Daddy says, smiling sweetly at me. “Go on. I'll wait for you.”
“Alright. I'll be quick,” I say, giddy.
I roll away from him and off the bed to grab my phone from his bedside table. Before I can scurry away and head to my own bedroom upstairs to call Emily, Daddy reaches out and smacks my butt. I jump, surprised, and then I spin around and point a finger at him.
“Be good!” I say, laughing. “Down boy!”
“Oh, I'm a dog now?” he asks, pretending to snarl and growl at me.
“I mean, you do like doggystyle, so…”
“Yeah, keep it up, Fiona. You're done,” Daddy says, his eyes glimmering with a sudden intense desire.
I can tell because I feel it, too. Heat and need pools in my stomach and between my legs, and I know that if I don't hurry away fast, we're going to end up in the exact position I just said and neither of is going to get anything done for at least another hour.
I like that, and I love when Daddy takes me like that, but… I'm a good girl right now! I just promised I would be the goodest girl, and I'm already doing a bad job of it. Good girls know that they can't tease their Daddy so much that he keeps her naked and in his bed all day and doesn't get any work done.
And even if Daddy is letting me live with him, I need to be responsible and try to make something of myself. I want to, even.
“Sorry for being a brat just now,” I say, flashing him a silly pout. “I'll be good, alright? But… if we're both good can we do that later? I really want to but I know you have to do work and we need to clean and will you go to yoga with me this afternoon, too?”
“Yes,” he says, smiling wide at me. “I'll get the shower ready for us. Hurry up, baby girl.”
“Yes, sir!” I say, teasing him one last time and giving him a quick salute.
Just a little tease, I swear! I scamper out of Daddy's bedroom with my phone, naked, and hop up the stairs to my own new bedroom. Once I get to the top of the stairs, I dial Emily and then dash into my room and leap onto the bed.
~*~
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