The Exhibition (DARK EROTICA SERIES)

“Do you mind if I help?”

“Not at all.” I turned to smile because that's what normal people do. “That would be great. Thank you.”

I grabbed my large tote and suitcase and started moving some items from my desk to the bed. I sorted a few clothes from the closet into the suitcase and began spreading out things I would possibly need to take back with me.

“What should I…?” His sentence faded as he looked around at the cluttered mess on the bed.

I explained which clothes go into the suitcase and how all my school related items went into the tote bag. He diligently followed my directions as I perused my shelf for needed textbooks. I was starting to shake with him in such close proximity. This is the longest he's ever been in my room. What was going on?

“So, where did mom go?” I asked while taking some books down from the shelf.

“She went out with some friends to get a few drinks. I think she'll be gone for a bit.” He explained. “Gives us some quality time to spend together.”

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; I stopped packing and averted my gaze towards the window. I didn't want to meet his eyes. I knew he was looking at me. I was sure that if I turned, I would simply explode into bits of confetti.

“You know, I heard you last night.”

Panic.

“I don't know what you--”

“I heard you in here, touching yourself. I stayed awake because I knew you would.”

More panic mixed with excitement. I watched his figure move closer out of my peripheral vision, shaking with every second that our lips weren't interlocked.

“Daddy knows everything.”

I turned to meet his gaze and nearly swooned. His eyes were such a bright blue. I hadn't realized they were so blue until now. I wanted to drown in the swirl of periwinkle outlined with a black border. They were so intense I could have probably reached climax just staring at them. His hand met my hair and brushed it from my face. I quivered and ran for the bathroom. It seemed like I had been running away all day, like the weight of my fantasy was so out of control that I couldn't handle it inevitably coming to life.

I leaned into the wood of the door while attempting to regulate my heart beat. My Daddy is coming on to me and I'm not sure what else to do other than cry out of fear and excitement. I was at the point of a total break. I looked up at my reflection and questioned the girl I saw. She was so young, but grown in so many ways. Her mother had always told her that she was ahead of the game as far as maturity, that she was beyond her years. Was Daddy recognizing that? Did he want her to stay young or to be grown?

A light rap against the wood broke my train of thought.

“Victoria, are you alright? I hadn't meant to...” His words trailed off.

I cracked open the door to meet his eyes once more before slowly pulling it open. Try as I might, words wouldn't leave my lips. I had a million sentences blazing through my head at lightning speed, but nothing substantial that could express my emotions in that moment.

“I promise not to tell.”

His words gave me permission to lunge forward and press my lips to his. It was an act of defiance to all the months I kept the desire stifled. That moment alone broke away all the barriers that were standing between me and pleasure. I could now take what was rightfully mine.

Daddy pushed his lips back into mine without hesitation. He took us into my room – oh, how the bed was a mess still – and lifted me up to press me against the door, slamming it shut. My heart raced in tandem with our humping bodies, his hands moving up my shirt and under my bra to explore the forbidden regions of my body. I clawed at his clothes like a ravenous animal as this was my first bit of intimate contact in a while. He was fumbling with my bra, so I leaned forward for him to have a better reach. Impatient, he tore my shirt open, buttons flying across the room, and held my hips tight to flip me around towards the bed.

My legs were still tightly wrapped around his torso as we rolled between my books and clothes. Folders were falling off the bed as well as random books and bits of paper. The suitcase and tote got in the way, so Daddy shoved it off the sheets to make room for our panting bodies. I tugged at his shirt – I was too eager to see what he looked like stripped down. I had imagined him so many times in my head that I was sure I was wrong. He pulled his polo shirt over his head and revealed a massive chest tattoo that stretched from his shoulder blades down to his pelvis. A Japanese dragon locked eyes with me and I froze momentarily by its mesmerizing glare.

Daddy noticed me staring and smiled.

“Do you like Daddy's tattoo?” He asked.

“Yes, I do. It's sort of frightening.” I said.

I admitted it was rather intimidating, but I appreciated that sort of rough exterior about him. It wasn't just that he was my Daddy, it was also that he was sort of bad. He was rugged and raw while also being intensely sweet. His hands conveyed their experience while also being extremely gentle against my porcelain skin. I moaned. His fingers slithered up to my throat and over my lips, circling them over and over before diving into my mouth to make them wet. When he felt they were properly soaked, he slipped them down beneath my pants and prodded my silky lips prior to penetrating them. The motion made me gasp and dig my nails into his shoulders, bucking forward as his hand took on a steady rhythm. He silenced me with his lips.

As he rubbed my wet opening, I struggled to pull off my pants so he could have greater access to what I deemed his. I kicked my khakis off to the floor and pulled his body against mine as his hand took on a faster pace. The excitement bubbled in my gut as the beat increased. I humped his hand hard while his mouth suckled my breast, a thrilling experience I thought I'd never have in my life. I thought I would meet a sort of straight-faced Tom or Harry at college, get married, have regular sex, and then spit out a few kids while I practiced my counseling career.

But this was so much better than all of that.