She scoffed at him and then started blaming the whole thing on him while I headed for her room. Everything was pink in here, with little stuffed kittens and puppies and elephants and tigers and a sloth too.
I took my shoes off and climbed into her bed, still wearing jeans and a button down shirt. I stared at her ceiling, thinking of the lecture I was to give her, but nothing was coming to mind. All that was coming to mind was her lips, her hips, her body. God help me, I wanted my daughter. My shame had never been so deep.
“Daddy?” she said, standing in the doorway.
“In bed, Kitten.”
“Y-yes, Daddy,” she whispered.
Her bed was very small, only a single, and as she opened the covers, I maneuvered under them, opening my arms to her. She climbed in, facing me, her little breaths coming rapidly as her big eyes looked up at me.
“Ben said he’d keep time for us,” she said.
“I’m sure he did,” I said.
“So?” she prompted.
“Come here, kiddo.” I pulled her into a tight hug, my hands on her lower back. It was okay to hug my daughter, wasn’t it?
“Daddy,” she cooed, snuggling her face into my chest. “I’m sorry.”
“You understand why I’m doing this, don’t you?”
“To teach us a lesson?”
“To protect you from boys who want to take advantage of you.”
And then she said something I wasn’t ready for. “Maybe I want to be taken advantage of.”
I pulled my neck back to look at her guilty face. “Excuse me?”
“Maybe I want that. Maybe I want to feel like someone wants to use me.”
I gulped. “What would have happened in this bed if Ben had won?”
She gave a half shrug. “More than what’s happening right now.”
“Show me.”
Her eyes darted about my face, and then she stretched her neck up and suddenly kissed my lips. I didn’t pull away. I let our lips kiss and enjoyed her taste for the second day straight. She didn’t offer her tongue, but I offered mine and I felt her little body jerk in surprise in my arms. I moved my hand up to her head and held her steady while I kissed her.
She moaned into my mouth and then I felt her hands move down my chest, across my stomach and along my sides. She was pulling against my shirt. I was pulling her in tightly to my body, feeling her little frame bend against mine. She was so small, so delicate.
I felt her thigh lift and slide between my legs, shocking me when it hit my crotch. It sent a bolt of lighting through me, and just like yesterday, my cock stiffened inside my jeans. I couldn’t let her feel me get hard though, and I knew she would if I let her control the situation.
I grabbed her wrists and pulled them up above her head, pinning them in place and pushing her on her back, breaking our kiss to look down at her. “Is that what you wanted to do with him, kiss him like that?”
She nodded guilty. “Him, or someone else.”
“Someone else?”
“I’ve wanted a boy to kiss me like this for so long. Someone I care about. Someone sexy. Someone big and strong.”
I gripped her wrists tighter with one of my hands while my other hand started to move down her elbow and down her arm, across her armpit. “And you wanted him to touch you too?”
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