For Daddy's Love
2011
Bree Jandora
Adults only - sex, spanking, pseudo-incest. Jessica comes home from her date early to comfort Eddie, her step-father, who's grieving his wife's sudden abandonment. She has no idea she'll end up punished as he gives her some comfort of his own. All characters in this book are 18 years of age or older.
“It’s okay to think about it. You can’t just pretend it didn’t happen.” He rubbed my back. “I’m sure you miss her.”
Dabbing my eyes with the napkin, I sat up straight and looked in his sad blue eyes. “It’s not that, Daddy.”
“Hmm?” Eddie seemed confused. “Then what is it?”
I took a deep breath. “I don’t like what she did to you. It makes me so sad to see you hurt like this.”
“Oh, Jessica...”
“No, it’s true.” I drank the rest of my wine and put the glass down on the table. “You’re a good man, Eddie. Better than any Daddy I could’ve ever hoped for.”
“Aww, sweetie. You know I feel the same way about you.” He cupped the back of my head and wove his fingers into my hair. “You’re so special to me.”
I put my hand on his knee and gazed into his eyes. “I love you so much, Daddy.”
“I love you too, baby girl.”
Our eyes locked. Could he read my mind? I felt guilty about the thoughts I was having. As I explored his beautiful blue eyes, all I could think about was comforting him, and not with a hug. Or with a night of cuddling on the couch, watching movies. I longed to give him something more - something to really soothe his pain and show him how much I loved him.
“Daddy?”
“Yes,” he whispered, his eyes piercing mine... making me squirm in my seat.
I summoned all of my courage, thankful for the big glass of wine I’d just gulped down. I cleared my throat. “I really wanna make you feel better.”
“Okay...” He stopped talking and looked down at my hand. I was moving it slowly up his thigh. “Oh Jess...”
“What?”
“We can’t do this.”
“Why?” My hand continued its path. He sat there watching it. I saw him swallow a big lump in his throat.
Daddy placed his big, warm hand on top of mine, stopping me. “Sweetie, it’s not right.”
“Why not?”
“I can’t take advantage of you like this.” He sighed, facing me. Penetrating me with his eyes again. “I promised myself I’d never do that to you.”
“Take advantage?” I smiled and scooted a little closer to him until my breasts rested on his arm. “How’s this taking advantage?”
He looked down at my chest, wincing, but he didn’t look away. “You’re such a beautiful girl. You’ve always been such a beautiful girl.”
I knew I had to have him. I didn’t care if it was wine, or sympathy, or pure lust. I wanted Eddie- the man I often called Daddy. And I wanted to give him a night he’d never forget. “Don’t be so shy, Daddy,” I whispered.
“Fuck, baby.” His head shook gently, shifting his gaze from my chest to my eyes. “I don’t wanna use you. You’re my precious little girl.”
“You’re precious to me, too.” My hand was still on his leg. I pulsed my fingers against his inner thigh. His strong hand on top of mine couldn’t keep me from doing that. “But I’ve always thought you were sexy as hell.” I smiled.
Eddie tossed his head back, laughing. “I think it’s the wine talking.”
“No.” I narrowed my eyes. “It’s only giving me the boldness I need to tell you how I really feel.”
“I don’t know, baby girl.”
“What? You don’t think I’m sexy?”
“Sweetheart.” He closed his eyes. “I’ve worked so hard to think of you as a daughter.”
“Huh?” My jaw dropped. “You said you always thought of me as a daughter.”
He nodded, opening his eyes, looking deep into mine. “But not without work. Especially the past few years. You’d come home from college, and,” his eyes rolled, “you looked so grown up all of a sudden. You’re a woman now. Not my little girl.”
“Yes, Daddy.” I nodded slowly, leaning forward to make sure he didn’t look away from my eyes. “I’m a woman now."
