She took her pajamas from my hand and smiled shyly at me. “Thank you, daddy. You’re a very good teacher.”
I laughed. “I’m glad you think so, princess. What book are you reading?”
She took to the morning conversation just like she always would, my precious Muffin. Lately she’d been reading her way steadily through my bookshelves, which consisted largely of old style fantasy epics. Eddings, Brooks, Goodkind, Modesitt, and the like. She devoured them. And no one could get into a book quite like Maddie. She threw herself into a story like she threw herself into Math and Programming Languages.
“I think he totally was a whore for Ayn Rand, daddy.”
I laughed. “Reached the book with the statue and the socialist society, did you?”
“Yes, and I hate myself for loving it as much as I do. I mean it’s not as fascinating as the cat demon rape in the second book, but I’m pretty sure the statue is the exact same statue as the one of Dominique Francon in the freaking Fountainhead and- oh! Turkey, bacon, egg, and cheese melts!”
I grinned. We both loved breakfast. “Yes. Come and sit on my lap this time, sweetheart. I want you close at the moment.”
“Yes, daddy. I would like to be close too.” She walked around to where I set her plate and curled up in my lap. She stiffened with a sharp breath when she felt how hard my cock was and closed her eyes, shivering. “Daddy… I-I liked smelling my pussy from your hands. And I like it when you’re hard. It makes my pussy wet.”
“Does it? Good girl, Muffin. Stand up and let me see.”
She swallowed and stood in front of my chair. But I was much larger than my Muffin and still too tall even sitting while she was standing. I tsked. “This won’t do at all, will it? I need a nice, close view of how wet you are.” My Maddie didn’t realize quite what she did for me but I fell into my dominance role with more comfort than I felt in my daily role as a parent. The filthy talk and control was like a balm to me. I dominated like others relaxed on the beach, with all the ease of a vacation that I craved. It was part of me in a deep way.
I got down on my knees in front of Maddie. My daughter’s face turned red again as I put my face inches from cunt. I studied her with the intention of describing every last filthy detail I noticed. Why? Because it was what my dominance demanded of me. Because it made my cock rock hard even as I knew it would stir my lovely daughter’s submission to me.
“Oh, my, Muffin. I do see now. You’ve drenched your pussy lips so much that I can see the outline of your panties clinging to them. You might even drip if you took off your cute underwear.” I pretended to deliberate for a moment, though I already knew what I was going to have her do. “In fact, why don’t you take them off for me and spread your cunt open with your fingers so that I can see inside you to see all of that white cum?” She gasped and I chuckled. “Oh, yes. Come now, Muffin. Undress for me.”
She moaned something between a sob of desire and a plea for mercy. I hoped it was mostly the former because she would get none of the latter from me. Whatever it was, Maddie whimpered and obeyed. She trembled and with quivering fingers slid her lacy underwear down her legs, stepping out of them. I placed my hands gently, but firmly, on her thighs, keeping her spread. “Good girl. Yes, very good. Now reach down with your hands and spread your pussy open. I want a nice view of the inside. Go on, Muffin. Obey daddy.”