Page 94 of For Her Own Good

Perhaps keeping the house will ease the sting of divesting herself of her father’s company. At least in that one thing she might let herself believe she’d succeeded. I’d never take that from her.

“I believe I said something about peeling you out of those clothes and you riding my cock, aye?”

She blinks at me. Perhaps she’s changed her mind? That was more of an emotionally charged day than I had anticipated. Perhaps she doesn’t want to fool around but could use a rest instead.

“Would you like that, Star?”

“Yes,” she says, her chest collapsing. “Yes, Daddy, please.”

Yes it is, then.

I make quick work of her clothes, not even letting her get to the bedroom before I’ve stripped her, and then I join her naked and in my bed. Mostly I like to take my time, but giving her that much space now seems like giving her too much time to think, too much time to torment herself. No, I won’t have that, not right now. I aim to give her what peace I can.

Her skin is smooth and soft as I rub from her round bottom all the way up to her shoulder blades and back again. My sweet, sexy, squirmy girl who so enjoys these games we play. I do too, though that disturbed feeling about how we play lingers.

Sure, give my little girl peace, but God forbid I allow myself any.

Why? Why do I enjoy her this way? Is it poison in my blood? What does it say about me as a man, and as a doctor? But I won’t let those dark thoughts take me away from the sunny little peach who’s pressed the length of her body to my own, worked her leg between mine, and begun to wriggle on my thigh. Christ almighty, she’s going to be the death of me for sure.

Leaning over her, I brush some hair off her neck so I can set my mouth to work at her sweet skin. Tongue and teeth, the taste of her is sweet and her flesh gives way to the pressure of my bite until she squeals and I ease the pinch with a lick. When I get to that sensitive part where jaw meets ear, I murmur to her. “And what did you think you’d be doing? Playing pat-a-cake?”

She giggles and it fills my head, makes it feel as though champagne has penetrated my brain.

“If you want, Daddy.”

If it’s wrong to think of a pig-tailed, poufy-dress-clad Starla straddling my lap while playing those silly games that delight children to make her laugh like that again…well, it’s probably sending me straight to a well-deserved hell, but at the moment I can’t be arsed to care.

“Not now. Can’t bear to think of having you in my lap without also having you ride my cock.”

Perhaps someday I’ll be coordinated enough to play cat’s cradle with her while she’s working toward an explosive orgasm on the aforementioned cock, but my brain’s already scrambled, so rolling us both to seated and hefting her into my lap will have to do.

She gasps, her mouth turning into a perfect pink O, and that I definitely do have to kiss, take advantage of the shape to slip my tongue into her mouth and let it tangle with hers. Push against her and explore the shape of her, caress and tame her. My God, I love kissing this woman.

I enjoyed kissing Maeve; it was pleasurable. But that’s what it was: a single dimension of pleasure, like skating on a frozen pond. Kissing Starla is more akin to being plunged into an icy lake. Icy in that it makes me feel vibrant and alive, but it sure as hell doesn’t make my balls crawl up inside my body and my cock shrivel. Ah, no, not at all.

She wraps her arms around my neck and kisses me back, rubbing her already slick pussy against me and there is nothing I want more in this life than to be inside her and watch her come again. And fuck yes, come myself, because it’s as though my body’s remembered that earlier this afternoon I watched the sexiest woman in the world orgasm at my hands and is wondering when precisely I’ll get to follow suit. Starla seems downright eager, so hopefully the answer is now.

Indeed, she’s so enthusiastic I feel as though I need to tap the brakes.

“Darling. As much as I’d like to feel you, we can’t…”

I gesture between us with my chin. Can’t have her with no condom. Someday perhaps I’ll be able to. But Starla’s got enough on her plate without an unplanned pregnancy. And while I’d like to be a father, it scares me half to death. Mostly, though, I’d be concerned for Star. If she feels overwhelmed by the thought of managing a house, how would she feel about being responsible for a human being? Even if it weren’t solely her responsibility? Not something we need to address or worry about because I wouldn’t put her in that position. We’ll be safe, every time.

It’s clumsy, but I tilt so I can grab a condom out of the drawer. Rip it open as well as I can and then roll it over my cock. Can’t hardly wait. Should’ve asked if she was ready first, but she doesn’t seem to think I’m a selfish prig. No, she’s coming up on her knees and grabbing my length to guide inside of her, and Christ. My brain might melt out of my head because she feels so good.

It sounds twee, but I feel as though we fit together, as though she’s the piece I’ve been missing. She makes me feel whole, and loved for everything I am. And forgiven for the things I’m not. Or haven’t been.

“Star…”

Her name on my lips is a prayer, and also a word of thanks so deep that “gratitude” doesn’t cover it.

I hold her to me just as she is, her body encompassing me in a warm, welcoming embrace. This feels like love to me, and I hope it feels like love to her.

“Daddy?”

An anxious tone to her question makes me hold her tighter. While I could hold her like this for a good long time, I’m not sure that forever is what she intended to sign up for. I’m not sure if being with me is working out some of the abandonment issues I caused. If she’ll leavemebecause she can now. One thing is for certain, I won’t be leaving her unless I’m dragged away. She’s simply too dear to me.

“Are you okay?”

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