Chapter 8: Brent
He knew she needed a break to collect herself. Their relationship would be a lot of push/pull over the next few months, and he had to make sure not to push her too hard. She all but fled to the tree, but she was still there- he could feel her without looking. He could almost hear her racing thoughts as he licked the ice cream, thinking about how good her tongue was going to feel on his cock- all in good time.
Her lips were so soft and sweet, even without the ice cream. Even as she kissed him and submitted to his touch, he could feel her body and mind warring with each other. He looked forward to breaking that resolve- getting her to a place where she begged for his attention, and earned it- all in good time.
She had been behind the tree for a few minutes, far longer than it would take to remove what were undoubtedly a skimpy pair of panties. He spared a glance toward her, just in time to see her slowly walking back to the bench. Her nipples, that had been staring at him all day, pointed directly at him as her breasts bounced slightly with every deliberate step. He longed to get her naked, see the canvas that would be his- all in good time.
Chapter 9: Ellie
Her feet were carrying her back to her dad while her mind was still begging them to run. She didn’t want to feel his eyes on her, let alone his hands- but the soaked panties in her hand told a different story, as did the growing desire in her belly to hear him say “good girl” another time.
It was that desire that drove her to (clear insanity) hurriedly thrusting her panties into her dad’s hand as she sat back down beside him. His smile of delight- a rare offering from such a typically sombre man- ran a bolt of electricity through her, straight to her clit.
He balled them in his fist, raising his hand to wipe a bit of ice cream from the corner of his mouth, inhaling deeply as he used her panties as a napkin. “Good girl,” he offered.
Ellie beamed, in spite of herself.
He tucked them into his pocket, and went back to finishing the ice cream cone. He turned contemplative, looking out into the park and largely ignoring Ellie’s nervous energy beside him. The longer he ignored her, the deeper the burn in her belly felt. Ellie fidgeted, twisting her necklace- the one that he had given her for graduation, ironically enough- and playing with a strand of her hair.
Her dad took his time, the crunch of the cone as he chewed the only thing breaking the deafening silence. Ellie found herself inching closer to him, after having tried most of the afternoon to get away from him. She felt desperate for some sort of contact, connection- and when her thigh finally touched his, she breathed a sigh of…relief? Apprehension? Arousal?
He finished the ice cream cone, again using her panties to wipe his mouth. Ellie readied herself for whatever he’d say next, and felt her heart sink as he stood without a word. He began to walk away, and Ellie felt panic rising- not the panic of earlier, when she found out she had been trading messages about submission and slavery with her own father- but the cold fear that she hadn’t been enough for him- that she had disappointed him, or not passed the test.
She swallowed her own voice as she made to call out to him- every rational thought said to let him go. He paused, five paces ahead, and turned slightly toward her.
“Are you coming?” he asked, his voice detached, almost bored. “This is your chance to say no, Ellie.”
Ellie stood, walking toward her dad without thinking. He offered her his hand, her wet panties still in it, and she took it. They interlaced their fingers and headed home, to a world that Ellie couldn’t yet imagine.
Down the Rabbit Hole 