That was the first time I called you Daddy, because it felt so fucking right.
I got braver after that.
Calling you Daddy when I knew it would get you hard. Right in front of Mom.
Sitting on your lap and acting sad and offended when you pushed me off, as if I didn’t understand it was because of the hard bulge in your pants.
I teased you in front of her. In front of your friends.
It’s been four months since my birthday, Daddy.
Why haven’t you fucked me yet?
I know you want to.
I saved myself for you, Daddy. You know I’m a virgin, but you don’t know how careful I was to keep my pussy tight for you. I want you to make me bleed for the first time. I never finger-fucked myself deep enough to break it. You know a girl’s first love is her daddy… And I want mine to make me a woman.
I’m going to slip this letter under your study door now, Daddy, and I’m going to wait for you in my room, in that pink nightie you bought me last year that’s much too short now, and a pair of white panties, because I think you’d like to see the wet spot grow when you rub my tight little cunt.
I hope you’ll come see if you like the way I taste for you.
Love,
Your little girl xxI stared at the paper in my hands.
Written in that curly cursive handwriting I knew so well, with hearts all over the page.
I placed the paper on my desk and straightened it out, even though I wanted to crumple it up, I was so pent up.
One glance at the clock told me it was late.
There was only one thing left to do.2KendallI must have fallen asleep, despite fighting against it.
I woke up with him watching me in the moonlit room. He was sitting on the chair at my desk, his brooding eyes taking in my half-naked body. He watched me stir awake slowly, and kept staring. The way he was looking at me sent shivers down my spine.
“D-Daddy?” I stuttered, and he got up from my chair abruptly, the sound of the legs scraping the hardwood loud in the quiet of the room.
“Pull the covers off,” he growled at me, but instead of obeying, I only pulled the covers higher up around me.
I was terrified. My heart was pounding so loudly I was convinced he could hear it. It was going to pummel straight through my chest if I didn’t calm down.
“I…” I whispered. “I’m–”
“Pull them off,” he said quietly, but his voice was so authoritative my hands moved of their own accord, sliding down the covers until my body was revealed to his gaze.
He stared at me like I’d done something to upset him. He drank in my body. My bare, long legs with some tan leftover from the summer. My ass, barely covered by the nightie I’d worn to bed. The one he’d gotten for me what felt like ages ago, when it still covered up my privates. Not anymore, though. I only had to move one leg and I’d flash him the cotton panties I was wearing underneath. His eyes ventured upwards, over my chest, and I became painfully aware of how tight and sensitive my nipples felt, rubbing, chafing against the fabric of the nightgown.
“Daddy,” I said softly.
“Lie on your back,” he said.
My body obeyed even when my mind was resisting, because I always did what Levi told me. I would never say no to him. I wasn’t sure whether it was because I was afraid of him, or because I wanted to please him so badly. All I knew was I slipped down the bed until my head was resting against the pillows.
He walked up to the bed and stood above me, his eyes inspecting my barely covered body, and I fought the urge to cover myself up. I wanted to speak, but my mouth wouldn’t let me. I just stared at him helplessly.
It was the middle of the night. What the hell was he doing in my room? Maybe there was something wrong with Mom… I shivered in anticipation of the bad news coming, and he groaned at the sight. My eyes went up to him, looking for answers in his sparkling dark brown gaze. My eyes followed his hands as he reached for the zipper of his trousers and I mewled pathetically when he pulled the zipper slowly down.
“Daddy, please!” I said, feeling the shock wash over me in waves of nausea. “What are you doing?”
“Quiet!” he snapped, and my mouth shut because I was a good girl and I always did what Levi told me to. “Open your fucking legs, Kendall. Open them right now.”
I didn’t understand, but I still followed his direction. My legs opened for him, my nightie riding up, revealing a few inches of my panties.