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Dakota doesn’t sit with me, she presses into me, winding my arm around her. She rubs her face against my chest, easing something I didn’t know needed it deep inside of me. “I’m safe with you, Daddy.”
We get on the private jet in Miami. I check my messages and see that a meeting of the Knights is scheduled for tomorrow. I honestly don’t know if I’ve fucked myself this time. I don’t need them, but they’ve come to be something of importance to me.
I admit it silently because with this beautiful girl, Smith’s fucking daughter, I know there’s no future, even if I wanted one. Fuck, even if I wanted some kind of long-term affair. But I don’t care enough in this moment. All I care about is that my girl is safe.
When we land in New York, Dakota insists on coming to my place.
How the fuck can I say no? I strip her down, bathe her, then climb into the old claw-foot tub with her. I wash her with the sponge. Carefully, reverently.
All the bruises. The marks. I wash her breasts, then down between her thighs. She holds my hand there.
“Daddy, make it… make it better.”
I’m about to say I’m not a therapist. But then my exhausted brain latches on to what she means.
Daddy is code to her for fantasy. For deep comfort, for a kind of coming home. It’s all the other things, but it’s her code for wanting me to coddle and take control, and she doesn’t need punishment. She doesn’t need my cock. She needs to feel fucking good.
“You know what Daddy likes best about his baby girl?” I swirl the water between her thighs, letting it wash and flirt with her. “How good she is. How pretty. How she loves her Daddy and wants to please him.”
“I do. I want to please you, Daddy,” she says, a soft sigh caressing the air. “But I don’t know what to do. Help me.”
“That’s because you’re so, so innocent. Untouched.”
We’re skating on thin ice now, but her breathing’s changed and her nipples start to bead and she’s rocking against me. “Are you going to touch me?”
“I’m Daddy. I can show you how perfect you are. How good. You’re Daddy’s princess and made just for Daddy.”
“I don’t know what to do.”
“That’s good. Because you’re a good baby girl.”
At first, I cup her breasts, using my thumb to circle her nipples, fingertips to drip the soapy water on her delicate skin they abused.
My gut hurts at the site of a bruise that looks like the toe end of a boot. I’ve seen enough of those to recognize it.
She’s so soft, warm, and I want to replace each ache and place someone tried to defile with sweetness and pleasure. So many words are in my head. But I keep them there. Right now, she wants to play, and who the fuck am I to deny her.
I slip down to her ribs, then up to her breasts, repeating the move in no particular way, her beading nipples and sighs and movements dictating to me.
“Daddy… please…”
“You ask so nicely, baby girl.” And I give her what she wants with my other hand.
I start touching her, stroking soft along the lips of her pussy. I know how she likes it, but we’re playing a more dangerous game of innocence defiled right, something she needs. And I’m going to make her come with the softest of touches.
I pull her up so she’s half on me, half-in and half-out of the water, and along with the tease over her skin and tits, I continue to stroke her lips, then dip into that tight, wet heat.
“That’s so nice, Daddy.”
I stroke into her with two fingers. Long, slow, languid strokes. I create a song of sensations for her that she moves to.
But I keep it soft and gentle until she starts to moan, and then I use my other hand, sliding it from one of her breasts and down to her clit where I tease and play with a light and deliberate stroke.
She begs for more. Not with words, but with her body, rising to urge me on with her hips, but I don’t give it to her. Instead, I build her up until soon she’s moaning loudly, and instead of stopping and taunting her like I usually might, I keep it going and she comes.
Dakota shudders, twitches all over, her muscles clenching hard, over and over, on my fingers, and the beat of her orgasm plays against my fingers on her clit.
When we’re done, I ease my fingers free. I kiss her as she turns her face to me. “Such a good Daddy’s girl, baby. So good.”
