“Your first?”
I nod. “I’ve…I’ve always wanted you to be the man to take my innocence, Daddy.” My cheeks are so hot I swear they could catch fire, but I keep my eyes locked on his needing to see his reaction.
And it doesn’t disappoint in the slightest.
“That’s
exactly what Daddy needs too, to be the one to claim you. Claim you even more than he did today.”
“Thank you, Daddy. That would make me happy.”
“And it would make Daddy the happiest man on the planet. Then again, with you here in his arms he already is.”
“You know…what to do the first time, Daddy? How to make it feel good?”
“There’s going to be some pain, honey. I won’t lie. But Daddy will guide you through it and he promises the pleasure will far outweigh the pain.”
“And he’ll teach me how to please him?” I swallow hard.
“Baby girl you already do, but yes…Daddy will show you some more ways, some adult ways too.”
“How will I know I’m doing it right?”
“Oh, you’ll know. You’ll hear Daddy moaning, growling your name like a possessive wolf claiming a piece of raw meat, and then…losing control.”
“Good, because I’m made for you, Daddy. I’ve always been yours. I’ve just been waiting for you to claim me,” I confess fully, my body freezing as I await his response.
“You’re damn right you’ve always been mine,” he growls.
“Daddy! You said a bad word.”
“That’s nothing compared to the thoughts Daddy has in his head, the things he wants to do to you. The places he needs to touch you and the things he needs from you, in all ways. Just remember this isn’t a one time thing. This is forever. You understand?”
I nod. “Yes, Daddy.” But do I fully understand what I’m really getting myself into?
Only one way to find out.
6
Logan
The next morning
My cell phone rattling on the coffee table next to the couch has me wanting to throw it against the wall. I was awake most of the night, tossing and turning, and remember seeing the clock at five thirty, still not getting a single second of sleep.
Now, at six, Eric’s name shows up on the caller ID to promptly wake me from the less than half an hour I got on this couch that was clearly not made for men my size.
“Yeah,” I grumble into the phone.
I’m still pissed off that Eric called at this hour, but realistically I’m just mad that nothing happened between his daughter and me last night…because I made sure of it. As much as I wanted to take her, claim her all the way once and for all, I told her to go to her room, shut the door and not come downstairs the rest of the night.
Her first time needs to be special. Our first time needs to be special and I need to do it right.
“You sound like you woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning.”
“How old is this couch of yours?”
“Couch? I told you you could sleep in my bed.”