Tempting Daddy: Carrots and magic
CHAPTER ONE - Listening
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- Cassie -
My mom named me. She promised dad he could name the next child. I still miss her. He wanted to call me Sarah. I’m glad mom won. Cassie sounds much more like me than Sarah.
“Why are you standing naked with your ear against the wall of your bedroom when it’s nearly midnight?”
I know that’s what you wanted to ask me. Just this once I’ll tell you. Dad’s room is the other side of this wall. If I stand really quiet. Quiet enough so I can hear the blood pumping in my head. If I stay this quiet, I can hear what he says as he uses his hand to relieve the tension in his body. He does it every night. Sometimes, twice. I’ve seen the lotion he uses and the tissues close by. He uses so many. I hardly need any, and I make my own lotion.
I’ve never been able to see him do this with my own eyes. He always makes sure the door is shut, but I know he sleeps naked, like me, so I picture him lying on the bed, one hand holding it while the other feels his chest, imagining he’s feeling my boobs. I hear the bed moving in rhythm with his hand. This is a good house, he wanted me to have the best, but the walls are so thin. He’s not speaking. Sometimes he does. Sometimes he forgets the thin walls and says my name. “Oh Cassie.” He says. “I want you so much.”
Tonight he just groans and then the movement stops. Now it’s the sound of tissues plucked from the box. There’ll be nothing more now. He’ll drift off to sleep, dreaming of me. He’s satisfied but I’m not. My turn now. I tiptoe to my bed. It’s still the same one he bought me when I turned twelve.
“It’s time you had a more grown-up bed.” He said.
It’s not an adult bed still, too much pink and delicate princess decoration. I like my bed. I know I’m way too old now for all this. My school friends all have real bedrooms. No fairy posters. No princess dolls. They’ve all got double beds and pop idol posters and boyfriends that sleep over. I’m happy with what I’ve got. I don’t want a new bed really. I don’t want boyfriends to sleep over. I want daddy’s bed.
- John -
Only one lover has touched my body in fourteen years. One lover to share my passion. Never complaining. Always ready when I am. I need her every night. Can’t sleep until she’s stroked my tension away. Her fingers sliding over my ****. Up and down. A slow and steady rhythm. Evoking images in my mind. My other hand soothing my breast. Gliding over my chest, pretending I’m feeling hers. Feeling the roughness of my fingers brushing my *******. She never complained they were too rough. “They’re the strong hands of my worker.” She’d say. I miss her so much. Cassie’s her clone. The same everything. I don’t know what happened to my half of her DNA.
I’m sliding **** her. So wet. So easy. So perfect.
The voices strong in my head. I can’t even dream without them.
“She’s your daughter, you pervert.”
I pull my mind away to calm the voices. Think instead of her body in front of me. No touching, just looking. That’s not so bad. The voices approve by their silence. Dreaming of her ******* the target of my love. Her soft, silky skin waiting for my ****. Urging me onward by its perfection.
My hand moves faster now. I feel the changes begin. Feel the muscles start to squeeze my sperm from their home. Encouraging them to move. Prodding and poking them to crowd together and scramble to complete the journey to fulfil their life. Hand moves faster. Muscles pulse. Anticipation builds. On her ****. It’s so close. Squirt now.
Bright red demons waving flaming pitchforks chanting in unison.
I’m ******* her. Squirting my love ****** her. The voices are punishing me for letting my concentration fail. Letting my desire win. My body is calm. Physical tension draining. My mind in torment. Every night the same. Every night my body needs the release. Every night, torment is my guide to sleep.
- Cassie -
Dad’s sister helped me. Dad was afraid he wouldn’t be able to tell me woman’s things properly so he took me to his sister. She told me all about periods and sex. She showed me all her things. Things to make her happy without a man.
“Can you get me one of those rubber *****?” I asked her.
“You can use your finger.”
“But they’re bigger.”
She did get me one. “A small one to start.” She said. I named it Daddy. It was a type of rubber the same colour as skin. It was the best present anyone has ever given me.
It hurt the first time I stuck it ****** me, then it was sooo good. Night and morning I had Daddy ****** me. Moving in and out. Making me tingle and want even more.
I’ve got three now. That first one I’ve renamed Little Dad. The next one is Daddy, and my last one is Big Daddy. It’s the one I use every day now. Soft and skin coloured, but with an added part that tickles my button. It’s the one I’m using now, lying on my bed, thinking of daddy going to sleep in his room. Imagining that I’m in his bed with him and Big Daddy is his **** inside me. Feeling him moving gently into me. He’d never want to hurt me. He’d always be gentle with me. His hands touching my boobs. They’re not huge. My mom’s weren’t either, even when she fed me. While they’re not so big, they’re so sensitive and they love being touched ever so lightly. Sometimes they love being gripped in one hand and held tight, but tonight I’m letting my left hand brush over them as my right hand works Big Daddy in and out.
There’s only one thing I need to be careful of. I can’t yell out. I can’t get so excited I forget where I am and how thin the walls are. It won’t matter when I’m sleeping with daddy, but for now, I need to take care. When I feel the tingling in my groin start to grow, I have to turn my head into the pillow while my body wants to twist and turn and my left hand grabs my ***** so tight and my voice tastes cloth as it tries to let my happiness out for the world to know.
CHAPTER TWO - Learning Secrets
- John -
“Sleep well Princess?”
I had breakfast on the table before she appeared, dressed in her school clothes
“Yes, but I’d sleep better if I was in our bed, together.”
She was looking through her eyelashes as she said this. Mouth forming the words deliberately and then closing, ready to blow me a kiss.
“You know you can’t. What about those boys at school. Don’t you want one of them?”
It hurt me to say that. Imagining my precious girl with one of those boys brought pain deep inside.
“I don’t want them, and you don’t want me sleeping with them either. I know.”
She was looking at me directly now. Ready for an argument. Ready to counter my every objection. She knew me far too well. Just like her mother.
“If we moved to another country I could pretend to be your wife and no one would know.”
She said it quietly. Nearly a whine, and with her big eyes staring hard at me, it was hard to hold the line.
“Breakfast. We’re not moving.”
“I’ll be finished school in two months. We could move then.”
I couldn’t look at her. Couldn’t weaken my guard. Trying to think of something to say to change the subject. Taking far too long. Finally looking at her. She was smiling. The slightest sign of weakness and she pounced. “We’ll talk more about it tonight. I’ll think of places and you can help me decide.”
“We’re not moving.” I said, but I couldn’t look her in the eyes and say it. She’d know a tiny part of me was thinking it might be possible.
The voices were in my head again as I ate. They wouldn’t tolerate any weakness. Sometimes I wished they would disappear.
We ate together in silence. Every time I glanced at her face, she seemed happy for once. She was a great kid really.
“I’ll clean up.” She said when we’d both finished.
I usually dropped her at school on the way to work. It was early for her, but she was happy to be taken. Having her alongside me in the car always reminded me of her mother. The way she sat. The way she held her long legs. The way she kept glancing at me.
“I’ll be a great wife for you.” She said when we stopped at lights.
“You know you can’t.”
“No one would know. Only us.”
“But you want it too.”
The lights changed. I said no more. Better let it rest. She’d started this every day lately. Not aggressive, just gentle pestering. Trying to wear me down over time. Silence until we next stopped.
“We could move. I know you’re not happy here, and I want to see you happy.”
“You’d lose all your friends.” I said.
“The only friend I want would be with me.”
No more attempts. At school it was. “See you tonight. Love you Daddy.” And she was gone. Bag over her shoulder. Walking away from me. Stepping to make her bottom wiggle. The fingers on her free hand rippling in a parting hidden wave.
I tried not to think about her at work.
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