His moaning as my hand came to life and guided him to my half asleep lips, taking the head into my mouth with my eyes closed, murmuring softly as I suckled sleepily on his meat the way I’d once sucked my thumb, unconsciously drinking the sweet cum from my daddy’s loving cock.
I slept for almost two days straight.
When I finally woke up, I felt… different. I couldn’t put a finger on what it was, exactly. Just that something, some line had been crossed and had changed me in some way. I felt… older, colder, more feral. I still can’t explain the feeling exactly.
And I was rested, but STARVING. I got up, feeling a little shaky on my legs, made my way down the stairs, and found daddy sitting at the kitchen table, staring out the window.
“Hi, daddy.”
“Sweetheart! Welcome back to the land of the living. How are you feeling?”
“Like I could eat a horse!”
He chuckled and made his way over to the fridge. “Eggs? Bacon? Pancakes?”
“Yes please!”
A little while later, I was stuffing my face while he watched me pensively. I swallowed my food and paused just long enough between bites to ask him “What?” before digging in again.
“Nothing, sweetheart. You… You know I love you, don’t you?”
“Mmpf, I love you too, daddy.”
“I know, darling. But do you know? Do you really understand how much daddy loves you?”
The agonized look in his eyes made me put down my fork for a while.
“Of course, daddy… Why? What’s wrong?”
“It’s nothing, baby. Really. I just worry sometimes. We’ve been… We’ve been so intimate, darling. Shared so much of ourselves. First with each other, then with the gang. I just worry that you think that…”
“That what, daddy?”
“That… That’s all you are to me now. Sex. I just… I need you to know, baby. I need you to understand that you really are my world, that I love you more than life itself. As my daughter, but… Also as my lover, my partner.”
“Like… a girlfriend?”
He smiled. “Yeah, I guess that’s a good word. My sweet, perfect girlfriend.”
I bolted out of my seat and jumped into his lap, hugging him tightly and peppering him with kisses. “Oh daddy, I love you too, so so much! My daddy… my boyfriend.” Beaming up at him, loving how this new word sounded. He sighed, kissed me softly, his tongue caressing my lips.
“Baby… When you were with… Them… I… I got a little jealous.”
“Huh?”
“I know you weren’t really with them, not physically, but… God. As proud as I am of getting to be with you, as much as I love showing you off, as much as I understand how badly they must want you… God knows I feel the same way… I just… Fuck.”
“Daddy…?”
He sighed, closed his eyes, shook his head sadly. “I feel like I’m losing control of this situation, darling. Like they’re stealing you away from me.”
“Do you… Do you want us to stop, daddy?”
“Oh God. Jasmine… Baby… That’s what’s fucking with my head so badly right now. I love you… God, please believe that, I love you so goddamn much, but at the same time that jealousy… Watching you with them… It’s… Jesus, baby, it’s so fucking hot, I… I don’t know what the hell is going on with me, baby. I hate it and love it at the same time, I can’t explain it, it’s like… Watching them with you makes me so miserable, feels so wrong… That it actually turns me on, somehow.”
I was speechless. Daddy was miserable? And… turned on by it? I had no idea how to respond to this. And the change in me became apparent again then, when half of me wanted to snuggle up to him, kiss him sweetly, be his innocent little girl, tell him I loved him… And the other half of me turned colder, almost enjoying his agony, tempted to remind him how good it had felt when they played with me, wanting him to suffer…
I got up from his lap and sat down on the table in front of him, taking his head into my arms and cradling it to my chest, stroking his hair, whispering.
“Daddy… I love you… I’m your baby girl… Always… No matter what…”
My newfound malicious side slowly overtaking me, reaching for his hand, placing it on my pussy… Breathing hotly on his neck as I whispered in his ear…
“Even when they sent the dildos, daddy… Those copies of their own cocks… When they probed my pussy with them… Fucked me deeply… Right there… Right where your fingers are probing me, daddy… Even when I imagined their cocks pounding into me there… Imagining them just like I am right now… Getting so hot, so wet over them…”
“Baby… Please… Don’t do this… It… It hurts…”
“But daddy… It feels so good… imagining them fucking me for real… Blocking out your fingers and picturing their cocks… Fucking me, daddy… Fucking your little girl…”
His fingers worked harder inside me even as he moaned his objections… “Stop, honey… please…”
Lying back on the kitchen table with his fingers buried inside me. “Finger me, daddy… Make your little girl cum as you’ve done so many times before… All those times you fucked me with their toys… All those times you let them tell you what to do to me, let them play with me through you… Make me cum on your fingers while I think of them… Help your little girl cum to the thought of other men…”
A sob as he started to pound his fingers into me and added his mouth, caressing and sucking an orgasm from me, hating himself for it even as he desperately lapped up my juices…
And leaving him sitting there looking dejected and miserable. I gave him a quick peck on the cheek, thanked him cheerily for breakfast, ignored his straining cock, and skipped upstairs for a shower.
I felt mean… And powerful.
Chapter 25:
A long week passed. Daddy was distant, quiet… And slept on the couch, avoiding his room entirely, leaving me alone with the toys, the chair, his laptop with the gang on it. I missed him… When I could. Most of my time now was spent doing solo shows, obeying the gang’s instructions myself, allowing them to fuck me with the remote controlled chair.
And when I saw daddy, in passing or for the occasional meal together, I couldn’t seem to help myself. I just lost control of my mouth and started telling him about all the amazing sex I’d had without him, how good all the other cocks had looked, how badly I wanted them. Daddy would always hang his head sadly, not saying a single word, but his cock would strain against his pants every time. And the few times I bothered to check on him after one of these talks, I always found him on his couch, eyes closed, stroking his hard cock and whispering my name.
I still loved him, so much. But somehow this power I had over him, this knowledge that I could torture him so badly… It was addictive.
So I invited the guys over.
It was an absolutely insane thing to do, I just didn’t care anymore. I had to push this as far as it could go. We planned it carefully. The two that lived closest to us would come over during the day, while daddy was at work. They came twice, and fixed up the basement. Webcams all over the place. The sex swing hanging from a beam in the middle of the basement. The little windows at the top of the walls boarded up. Lamps. A rope. A tall bench. We were ready.