Daddy Dearest

“Why aren’t you wet?” he asked me, his fingers wrapping around the bulge in his pants.

I swallowed thickly, staring into his eyes.

“W-why would I be?” I asked him in a shaky voice, and he groaned out loud.

He pulled down his trousers. I couldn’t move a muscle. I lay there, sprawled out for his enjoyment while his eyes drank me in so hungrily, I was afraid he’d lean down for a taste. I watched him strip down. His jacket flew off, and then his shirt. His trousers pooled around his feet and now he was standing in front of me in nothing but tight-fitting, ridiculously tented boxers.

I’d seen Levi at the pool in his swimming trunks, but never in his boxers. I couldn’t stop staring.

His chest was covered in graying hair, his thick biceps tattooed with ink he refused to explain to any of us.

Levi had always been a handsome man. Since Mom brought him home, his graying hair had lost any sign of the black that used to be there. He’d grown his beard out, and I knew several girls in my year had a huge crush on him. They even called him Daddy Levi, which I found incredibly embarrassing. But now that I was looking at him, I felt my own body responding to his. I wanted to close my legs before I gave myself away, but I had a feeling he’d scold me if I tried to do so. I kept them open, focusing my gaze on his face. His toned pecs and his ripped stomach were too distracting.

I didn’t dare look lower. His cock was bulging so much in his boxers, I thought it would break through the fabric. Instead, I kept my eyes focused on his. I didn’t recognize the expression in his eyes. It was dark, brooding. I must have upset him with something, but I had no idea what I’d done.

And then I felt something between my legs. Something leaking from my center all over my panties. And I closed my legs on instinct, as quick as I possibly could.

Levi didn’t like that.

He let out a displeased sound and reached down for me. When his fingers made contact with my skin, I gasped lightly, and when he forced my legs apart I resisted with everything I had. I didn’t want him to see. So embarrassing, so fucking embarrassing.

“Keep them spread,” he barked at me. “Always keep them spread for me, baby girl.”

I blushed at the words he’d used. He’d never called me that before.

“Daddy…” I said softly, but he shut me up by touching my hair.

The lightest of touches. Just his fingers sliding over my brown hair slowly, ever so slowly. He felt like the man I knew in that moment, the man who’d been taking care of me even when my mom wouldn’t. His fingertips slid over my silky locks, touching my cheek and gently cupping it. I leaned into him, because I needed something to comfort me in this weird night.

“Are you wet now, Kendall?” he asked me in his kindest voice, and my eyes flew open, focusing on his. He stroked my cheek with his thumb. “Between your legs, baby girl. Are you wet between your legs?”

I swallowed again, unable to give him an answer.

“Do I have to check?” he asked me in the sweet voice I wasn’t used to. “Does Daddy have to check your panties, baby?”

“N-no,” I muttered, and even though I didn’t understand why, I pulled my legs up. My knees were almost at my hips now, the wet spot on my panties only a touch away from his fingers.

“Turn on the light,” he said, his voice strained now. “The light on your bedside table, Kendall. Daddy wants to see, right now.”

My fingers trembled wildly as I reached for the lamp. I pulled on the string and the room lit up. It felt oppressive. Everything so plainly visible now, from the way I was shaking to the wet spot on my panties.

I watched him look down between my legs. I watched him groan and grab his crotch, his fingers leaving mine and lingering above my pussy, an inch away from the forbidden spot. No one had ever touched me there. I’d never wanted anyone’s fingers there… not until now.

My breath hitched at the filthy realization. I wanted Levi to touch me. I wanted him to rip my panties off my body and see what he’d done to me.

“Is your little pussy wet, Kendall?” he asked me gently. “Feel it. Just your fingertips. Feel your panties and tell me.”

I shivered, but reached down because I always did what Levi told me to. My fingers brushed my center and my body bucked under my own touch. It made me hiss.

“Tell me,” Levi growled at him. “Tell me if you’re fucking wet for me, baby girl.”