Chapter 6: Brent
His daughter was beautiful when she begged. He licked her lips again, savouring the taste of her berry flavoured lip gloss before he kissed her. He let their lips meet, pulling her into him as he deepened the kiss.
When she opened her mouth to give him her tongue, he knew, even if she didn’t yet, that he could have her forever.
He let her guide the kiss, taking just as much as she would give him. They touched tongues tentatively, with measured exploration while his hands cupped her face. Brent finally ended the kiss, pulling back to marvel at his daughter’s reddened lips.
“Open your eyes, Ellie- look at me,” he whispered. Her green eyes fluttered open, focusing on him. He could see her lashes flare, a stark realization of what had just happened. She moved to withdraw slightly, but he held her face and kissed her again.
“We are going to spend the afternoon together,” he said between kisses. “Here in this park, in the safe open air. No one knows us here,” he reminded her, “so it doesn’t matter who we are.” He kissed her again, lingering at the end.
“Does that feel good, Ellie?” he whispered into her mouth.
“Y…yes,” she breathed.
“Good girl. Today, you will be mine. You will do as I say. If you please me, you will be permitted to continue to please me. Do you want to please me, Ellie?”
His subtle shift in tone was like a hook through her navel. Ellie’s submissive desires pierced the surface and dragged a “yes Sir” from her lips. If it surprised either of them, they didn’t show it. Instead, Brent said, “take off your cardigan- I want a better look at you.”
Chapter 7: Ellie
She stood without thinking. Her dad remained seated on the bench, arm casually draped over the back as if he could be anywhere. Ellie fumbled with the buttons of her cardigan, feeling her dad’s persistent yet nonthreatening stare. She shrugged out of the cardigan, instinctively handing it to him and crossing her arms over her erect nipples.
“Thank you, Ellie. Arms at your sides,” he said kindly as he neatly folded her cardigan. She looked around the park self consciously, relieved and bewildered again to see that no one was paying them any attention. She put her arms down to her sides and stood in front of her dad. Her skin was crawling, but was it the gross feeling of being ogled by her dad, or the delicious promise that he would soon touch her?
“I’d like you to go buy yourself an ice cream cone,” he said, handing her some money. Go stand in line, and know that the entire time you’re standing there I will be here, looking at your body. Given how clearly your nipples are showing through that little tank top, I probably won’t be the only one. Do not cover yourself,” he said simply.
Ellie escaped her father’s smirking stare and fled to the ice cream line. She found herself grateful for the task, and the reprieve.
Her dad was right though; several men (and women!) in line looked at her more than once. She obediently kept her arms at her sides, trying to fight the flush that crept up her cheeks. It felt like an eternity before she could order her cone- chocolate chip cookie dough, her favourite.
She returned to her dad’s side, nervously holding the cone. “Well, are you going to eat it?” he laughed. “It’s okay, go ahead. We can still be capable of some normalcy,” he said with a smile. He was so relaxed that she almost forgot the last half hour.
She licked the melting ice cream off the cone, swirling her tongue around it to catch up to the drips. She could feel her dad’s eyes on her, but tried to ignore the butterflies that he created. He took her hand and placed it on his leg. He then pulled the strap of her tank top down her shoulder, kissing the spot that it had just left.
“I’ve watched you eat countless ice cream cones,” he whispered to her, kissing around her shoulder, “but never noticed just how thorough that tongue of yours is. You have serious potential, Ellie,” her dad said thoughtfully.
Ellie stopped licking the cone, face flushing. “Dad, stop it,” she begged.
“Keep going, Ellie. I want to watch you. You’re beautiful, and that tongue- so quick, so gentle. Kiss the ice cream, Ellie. Wrap your lips around it.”
Ellie hesitated at the lewdness of her dad’s request.
“Now, Ellie.”
The sharp change in his tone had her instantly reacting. She placed her lips on the cold ice cream, sucking some into her mouth before releasing. She could feel the sweet white cream on her lips, dripping down onto her tongue.
“Again,” her dad said.
She obeyed, kissing the ice cream again, leaving with more on her face.
“Look at me. Lick your lips,” he instructed.
She looked at him, seeing hunger and control staring back at her. She slowly licked her lips, focusing hard on keeping eye contact- that seemed to please him.
“Now let me,” he said, and drew her lips to his. He pulled back, only to take some of the ice cream from her cone to the tops of her breasts, following the cool sensation with his warm mouth. Ellie moaned before she realized where she was.
“Dad, stop, we’re still in public,” she said self consciously. To her surprise (and disappointment?), he did.
He gestured to her dripping cone, and she quickly licked around it to stop it from dripping.
“Is your pussy dripping as much as that cone?” he asked mildly.
She flushed when she thought about it, a dead giveaway.
“Yes,” she replied.
“Show me,” he said, “remove your panties.” He took the cone from her hands, licking it and looking at her expectantly. He could see her desire to please, but it was fighting against her sensibility. “It’s okay, you can go behind the tree,” he said kindly. She found herself immediately grateful for the small courtesy.
She went behind the tree, away from the majority of people in the park, and away from her dad’s invasive gaze. She looked back at him, eating ice cream and people watching. No one would ever guess that he had just made out with his own daughter, and was waiting for her panties.
She could make a run for it- she knew he wouldn’t follow her, and then this nightmare of a day would be over. She wanted to submit, she wanted to explore- but not like this. She didn’t want any of this with her dad. She didn’t want to kiss him like that, or be touched by him like that. She didn’t want to hear him talk about her tongue, and its prospective talents. She certainly didn’t want to give him her panties.
So why was she taking them off?
Down the Rabbit Hole 