Page 141 of Wanting What's Wrong

The old Mina’s personal style is sweet, cute but modest.

That’s all fucking changed and I’m here for itall.

So, beyond the stuffed animals and flowers from the hospital, I told the shopper to buy anything a girl between the ages of six and twenty would like. She was confused at first until I threw in a thousand-dollar tip and told her just to do it. Then, threw in another grand for some special packages from another store for the eighteen and over crowd.

I’m Mina’s Daddy now, and it’s my job to spoil her.

She pushes at her near empty plate, bobbing her eyebrows. “Have we ever… You know…?”

She makes a gesture with her hands, pushing a finger in and out of her gripped fist on an exaggerated wink and I choke back my laugh.

Her eyelids flutter as she drops her hands. “Sorry. If we have, you know, done it, I don’t remember. This amnesia is sort of a problem.” She frowns, her brow worried and that look is part of the old Mina. The worrier. The girl who hated anything out of order.

I shake my head. As sick as I am right now, I’m not going to lie about this.

“Don’t worry, baby. You’re a virgin. So am I. A good Daddy is patient for his little girl, waiting until she’s ready. You’re just eighteen. I had to wait for you and I did, even though you teased me until I damn near lost my mind.”

“I did?”

I nod. “You’re a naughty girl sometimes, but I love you even when you’re bad. Even when I have to punish you, I still love you.”

She blushes, the old Mina shining through with a curl of her lip and a shy tuck of her chin. “I think maybe I like to be punished too. Sometimes.” New Mina is back with a wink. “But is that why we came here for our vacation? Because I’m eighteen and now is the right time?”

Don’t do it. Don’t ruin her.

“Maybe. But I’d never rush you. I have to be disciplined with myself because I’m being disciplined for both of us.”

She smiles on a nod. “Okay. I have another question.” She sits up straight, arms crossed like this is getting serious.

“What is it, sweetheart?”

“I mean, how is ityou’rea virgin? I mean, look at you.” She waves a hand up and down gesturing toward me. “You’reperfect, and well guys, you know…” She shrugs. “They aren’t really known for theircontrol. How long have we known each other?”

I swallow on a cough, working out the next lie.

“A few years, lil’ mint. Like I said, I waited for you. You have been special to me for a long time.” She considers that for a moment, her lips part and I sense the endless stream of questions coming that could take us through the rest of the day, so I cut her off. “Now, tell Daddy what you want to do tomorrow. Anything at all. As long as you feel up to it, that is…”

She pouts. “Carnival. Why not today?”

“Because Daddy’s tired, baby. I had to watch you all night.And you need to rest too. So today you do as you’re told, then tomorrow we’ll go to the carnival and whatever else you want.”

She nods, standing from the table, and walks toward me, my balls fucking pulsing, wanting to unload inside her. Her pert little nipples are outlined under the red fabric of the thin bra and her hips, Jesus, child-fucking-bearing. I don’t care if that makes me sound like a misogynistic asshole. It’strue.

“Okay, so rest for today, but tomorrow… Can I drive your car?Pleeeease?”

I nod before I think it through. Mina doesn’t fucking drive. The thought of getting pulled over would have had her in palpitations. When I showed her the driver’s education study guide when she was sixteen, she damn near passed out. But now? Now, she’s desperate to try every goddamned thing.

Including taking a ride on my dick. Soon enough, babygirl, soon enough.

She hops and bounces, those incredible tits swaying, nipples hard, making my mouth water, when she suddenly stalls, stands straight as a stick, hands smacking on her cheeks. For a second, it’s the old Mina again, panic dancing in her eyes.

“Wait, do I know how to drive? Do I have a license?” She squints, lips tight and my heart skips. She’s remembering…

“Well, not exactly. I’ll give you a lesson.” She nibbles her bottom lip, crinkling her nose again and wiggling her hips as the new Mina’s excitement returns and it’s practically bubbling out of her, the fear gone as quickly as it came and I can’t help but tease her a little. “Or, maybe not. Daddy isn’t sure you’re ready.”

She folds her hands prayer style, long dark hair falling around her pale cheeks, eyes closed, mouthingplease, please, pleaseand I could beat off for the next ten years thinking about this moment.

“Sure, baby,” I tell her. “I’ll teach you to drive. But you’ll have to earn it.”

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