Crossing the Line [Ava and Lord Dakol]

[Lord Dakol]

Damion Richards was currently driving home. The window was down on his black pickup truck, gently ruffling his short-cut black hair, and the wind barely affected his already-narrowed, eternally angry dark golden eyes. He was thirty-five years old and going home from his job at the construction company he owned. Three years ago, his wife left him and his two daughters to work things out for themselves. Unfortunately, it also made his girls more disobedient, which in turn made him angrier, and they knew what he was like when he was angry.

Turning into the driveway of his house, he climbed out of the truck, pulling off the jacket to reveal his rippling, muscular arms, and the rest of his form that was hidden by the fitted black shirt. He closed the door to his truck and unlocked the front door, waiting until he closed it to announce himself. "Girls, I'm home!" he called out, his stern, deep voice always like a shotgun in a crowded room.

He strode across the hall to the kitchen, setting down his jacket and wallet, turning to the fridge to get a bottle of water. He had beer in the back, but rarely drank it; Damion preferred his sober rage to his drunken one. Opening the bottle, he walked to the couch and sat down, leaning his head back to gaze at the ceiling, wondering where his daughters were.

 

[Ava]

Haley cursed at the sound of her father's voice calling through the house, scrambling over her bed to dial down the volume of her music, taking it from a floor trembling height to something less likely to draw the irritable man's wrath. She hadn't anticipated him being home quite yet, however a glance toward the clock on her wall told the seventeen year old that it was no earlier than usual. And Lindsay still wasn't home. Grimacing, the raven haired teen swept her hair back from her face and reordered her ponytail as she paused in front of the mirror.

She had changed out of her school uniform the moment she had got in and was now sporting a pair of navy blue jeans which sat upon her slender hips and hugged her slender legs, a white t-shirt pulling tight across the swell of her breasts. Grabbing a sweatshirt, Haley eased her door open and spared a glance toward her younger sister's room. The door remained open and, the room beyond, empty.

She hesitated for a moment and made her way down the corridor, stepping into the living room with as bright a smile as she could muster. "Hey, dad. How was work?" Depositing herself upon the other end of the couch, hugging a knee up to her chest, she did her best to act as naturally as possible. Better that he didn't ask about Lindsay and then she wouldn't have to tell a lie. "Can I go out tonight? A friend's having a party round at their place, just a few girls and some laughs. I've done my assignment for next week." A lie in itself but never mind that.

~~~~

As for Lindsay, she was making her way home from a rather lengthy detention, half-running half-walking as she desperately hoped that she would make it home before her father. She didn't want to have to explain why she was late and as a result why she had been punished. Her stomach twisted in knots as she rounded the corner to find the car parked in the drive. Far slower than before, she made her way up the path and paused at the front door, shifting the strap of her rucksack on her shoulder.

A hand fell tentatively on the door-handle, turning it as slowly as she possible could in the hopes that she could open the door and sneak her way into her bedroom without anyone noticing.

 

[Lord Dakol]

Damion heard the creak of one of his daughter's doors, and grimaced. Why hadn't she answered him when he arrived? His free hand curled into a tight fist, determined to not get mad just yet. Perhaps she had a good reason; maybe she was distracted by homework. When Haley walked downstairs and sat across from him, his eyes shifted to hers, gazing at her suspiciously. "Work was fine," he answered gruffly; he neglected to actually talk about work at all, knowing that it was his business and no one else's.

"Why didn't you answer me when I called you, Haley? You know I don't like it when I'm ignored," growled Damion, sitting up and making him tower over her as he set the bottle down. When she asked if she could go to a friend's house for a girl's party, Damion scowled. "You've done your homework? Hm. . . Fine," he said, "On three conditions: one, you give me the name, address, and phone number of the friend you're staying with; two, I want you to call me every hour to check in; and three, you will be back home by ten o'clock, and not a second later. Am I understood? If you break any of these rules, I'll punish you enough that you won't ever be able to tell a lie again."

The threat was exactly sincere, as the most his punishments amounted to was different for his girls; Haley was grounded - for months at a time - and his little girl Lindsay was given a more physical punishment: a rough spanking and no dinner that night. "By the way, where is -?" he began to ask, but heard the telltale click of the front door and snapped his eyes to it, glaring intensely. "LINDSAY . . ." he boomed, then glanced at Haley. "Go. Before I change my mind. Lindsay, get over here. NOW."

 

[Ava]

Haley suppressed the grin that rushed to her lips into a small smile, already uncurling her legs and rising to her feet as her father began to ask after her younger sister. The raven haired girl froze, her heart lurching in her chest - if she was caught in a lie then there was no way he'd let her go out. Thankfully she didn't have to think up anything as the catch in the front door clicked free, signalling Lindsay's return and Haley's escape. She didn't have to be told twice, making a swift exit down the hallway and toward her bedroom with only a brief glance toward her younger sister as she stepped inside, a look of pity if nothing else.

Stepping into her room, the older girl hurriedly began throwing things in a bag. She'd get changed there, the longer she was allowed outside of this house the better and even more so if her father's mood was to take an even further dip due to Lindsay's late arrival.

~~~~

Lindsay had frozen at the sound of her father's voice, the door barely even open as he issued his command for her to come to him. Eyes squeezed shut for a moment, drawing in a deep breath as she pushed the door the rest of the way and stepped inside. She caught a brief glance of her sister as she escaped into the sanctuary of the room, holding her gaze pleadingly for a moment before the raven haired teen disappeared. The door clicked shut again as the younger girl leant against it, setting her bag down on the floor before hurriedly tugging her shoes off - a household rule, at least for the girls.

Delicate feet pad near silently across the floor, bringing Damion's youngest round to stand in front of him, eyes cast down as she fidgets anxiously, awaiting the telling off that she is almost certainly about to receive. A navy plaid skirt sits upon slim hips, the hem coming to just above her skin-tone pantyhose-covered knees, topped with a white blouse now untucked and the top buttons undone. The tie bearing the school's colours had already been removed, no doubt stowed away in her rucksack. Unlike her older sister, she held much of her mother about her - hair colour lighter, more of a deep auburn than black and eyes forest green rather than brown.

 

[Lord Dakol]

Damion watched as Haley zipped away, not wanting to get caught in the crossfire that would shortly ensue. He didn't blame her; he was about to get loud. As Lindsay approached his location, walking around the couch and standing before Damion, fidgeting nervously. He sighed; honestly, he hated yelling and getting angry at his family, especially his baby girl. But if they continued to disobey his orders he would have no choice but to get angry.

He took a small sip of his water, allowing Lindsay to stay nervous and to give Haley more time to leave before he started on her little sister. When she left, Damion's voice started out soft and small. "Lindsay . . . I told you specifically that I wanted you home before I arrived, didn't I? Did my words not sink in? Perhaps I've been too lenient with you girls . . . your mother would have known what to do, but I suppose you listen to her better," he growled, his voice rising considerably and getting deeper. "I tell these things for A REASON; for SAFETY, for PEACE . . . but no, you insist on being fucking rebellious!"

Damion stopped for a moment, looking at Lindsay darkly as he studied her. Out of the two, Lindsay was the one who most looked like their mother, who had dark auburn hair and gorgeous green eyes, in all a very beautiful woman who couldn't stand responsibility. He frowned, not wanting to proceed, but forced himself to anyway. "Get the fuck over here, Lindsay," he ordered, gesturing her to lay across his lap for the spanking she was about to get.

 

[Ava]

Lindsay could only squirm anxiously as her father drew out the moment, taking his time to let her panic build, shifting uneasy from one foot to the next. She was generally a good girl; kept her room tidy, did her homework on time, had good grades and so forth. Unfortunately lately, she seemed to be struggling and these anxious moments before punishment were growing more and more frequent. Fingers tugged at the hem of her skirt, twisting the fabric between them and adjusting the garment uncomfortably.

Damion has only just finished his tirade when Haley reappeared with her bag slung over her shoulder, looking thoroughly apologetic for interrupting. "I'm going to...head out, I'll write the address and phone number on the pad on the fridge.." She didn't really wait for approval, instead hurried through to the kitchen, scribbled down the address and disappeared out the front door with a hurried goodbye called out to the eerie silence that had settle over the house.

Lindsay hadn't uttered a single word, following her sister's hurried exit closely, meeting her gaze for but a moment, pleading for her not to leave. As the front door slammed closed, her gaze fell to fix upon the small square of carpet in front of her feet. She made no move to prostrate herself across her father's lap, cringing uncomfortably as she fought to summon the strength to speak. "I'm...I'm really sorry, Dad. I didn't mean to be late, but...don't you think I'm too old for a spanking?" Her brow scrunched slightly, daring to lift her gaze and glance hopefully toward her father.

 

[Lord Dakol]

Damion barely registered Haley's words, instead keeping his eyes on his younger daughter, nursing the water before he started on her. Most of his anger had been pent up and released from that day, making it feel good to take his anger out on someone. But when he told her to come over and she practically refused, he snarled and growled deeply. "You are obviously not sorry, Lindsay, by being late," he replied, clenching his fist tightly. "And it is for me to decide if you're too old for it. Understand?"

Sitting up straighter, her father laid out his hands on the couch, waiting in silent rage for her to walk over and receive her punishment. "Get over here . . . or you will regret it, Lindsay," growled Damion.

 

[Ava]

Lindsay near enough flinched at the snarl of disapproval, lowering her gaze again hurriedly as her fingers twisted within the dark navy fabric. She hadn't always feared her father to such an extent. Certainly, there had been rules to following growing up, chores that were expected of them and levels of punishment that were proportionate to their misbehaviour. However, when their mother had left, their father had become far stricter and more heavy handed in his disciplining. Spanking had always been a regular punishment, but the older Lindsay became the more uncomfortable and humiliated the whole process made her.

Damion's patience was growing thin, Lindsay had grown good at judging how far she could press him before he completely blew up at her. The teen's lower lip trembled a little as she inched closer toward the couch and within arms reach of her father. Stocking covered toes curled against the carpet as she leant down, carefully draping herself over his lap, bracing a hand against the ground to keep herself from toppling off. Her skirt still lay across her pert bottom, but had ridden up sufficiently to reveal the backs of her thighs, naught but the thin and sheer fabric of her pantihose covering the smooth flesh.

Eyes scrunched closed in anticipation, her flat stomach tensed as it lay against Damion's thighs.

 

[Lord Dakol]

Damion watched Lindsay's face for any betraying expression, pleased that she was beginning to realize that he wouldn't back down. Despite his anger, he noted how adorable she looked when her lip trembled at her own fright. When she obeyed and inched toward his legs, Damion exhaled and smiled when she wasn't looking.

"Good girl . . ." he praised her for obeying his command, and watched as she bent over his lap, balancing herself on his firm, toned thighs. By chance his gaze flickered to her legs and the bit of her rear that he could see, and felt a tightening in his chest that he hadn't felt before.

Resting his right hand on the small of her back, Damion positioned his left hand just against the supple flesh of her bottom. Then, raising his hand, her father brought it down and delivered a firm, sharp slap to her flesh. But a frown creased his face, making him growl. The material of her pantyhose and underwear dulled the pain of the slap, and he knew that the message wouldn't get through. "Take off the pantyhose, and your fuckin' panties," he growled in her ear, spanking her bottom three more times to hurry her up.

 

[Ava]

She could feel the warmth of his hand through the thin material of her blouse as it settled against her back, holding her in place. There was no escaping now. Lindsay felt her heart race within her chest, thudding violently within her ribcage as the light touch upon her rear disappeared, hinting that her father's hand was raised to deliver the first blow. Despite the layers of clothing that lay over her rear the sound of the slap reverberated around the room, making Lindsay jolt violently against Damion's thighs before the sharp pain spread through her.

The order was not entirely unexpected, he had demanded this before, but again she was reluctant to bare herself in such a way to her father. Three more firm blows landed upon her rear as she scrambled, tumbling off his lap and pushing herself to her feet. Tears pricked at her eyes as she began to work her pantyhose off her hips and tug the snug nylon down her slender legs. Again she hesitates when it comes to her panties, lifting her gaze back toward her father, "P-please daddy...I'm sorry, I won't be late again.."

 

[Lord Dakol]

The way Lindsay jolted when his palm slapped her gave Damion a sick sort of pleasure, but wanted to hear to cry and scream from the pain. But she was a stronger girl than that, he knew. Her body moved against his with each slap, making Damion close his eyes for a moment and control himself, feeling a stirring within his jeans. He couldn't believe that he was enjoying this; however, he forced himself to continue as she skittered off his lap and began peeling the tight nylon and giving him more of a view for her smooth legs.

Looking at her tears and how she begged him to end the punishment there, Damion sneered and shook his head. "You brought this on yourself, Lindsay. Now do as I say and take them off, then lay back over here," he demanded, glaring at her and challenging her to fight his will.

 

[Ava]

Glancing off toward the crumpled bundle of her freshly removed tights that lay upon the floor nearby, hesitating as her bare toes now curled against the soft cushioning of the carpet beneath her feet. She could defy him, she could, but her punishment would be far worse if she did and already she was trembling from the prospect of receiving any further spankings. Quivering hands moved to hike up her skirt, lifting the navy blue fabric to hook her fingers under the waist pant of her white panties, carefully tugging them over her hips and down her thighs, the skirt falling back in place as she progressed.

The fabric fell about her ankles and Lindsay delicately stepped out of them, inching toward her father again. She was in arms reach once again, deep green eyes fixed upon his lap as Damion waited, seething with gradually increasing rage. Best she take her punishment, it would be easier on her if she did. Her youthful chest rose and fell with anxious breaths, leaning down to once again lie herself across her father's lap, cool air rushing beneath her skirt to tickle at her now exposed rear.

 

[Lord Dakol]

After a moment when it seemed that she would disobey, Lindsay reluctantly began to lift up her skirt. Damion subconsciously watched with intent as she exposed herself to him, tugging the tight white panties down her silky legs and onto the floor. He took a deep breath as she approached, once again assuming the position.

Damion could feel the mounds of her breasts against the side of his leg, and gazed over to her bare buttocks. Her father exhaled softly as he felt even more stirring, wanting desperately to see his daughter's lips. Again laying his hand against her bottom, his fingers began to knead and tease the flesh of her little ass, making an excuse of wanting the flesh to be more sensitive, when in reality he just wanted to to feel her intimate flesh.

Raising his hand, Damion swung it down to give her a sharp slap, leaving a bright red mark on one cheek. Before he swung again, her father used his left hand to lift and pull the hem of her skirt away, giving him a pleasing sigh of her entire rear. With two more powerful spankings, Damion leaned towards her ear. "Lift your ass for daddy, baby girl. Come on . . ." he said in a surprisingly sweet voice, lightly spanking her flesh to egg her forward.

 

[Ava]

Lindsay stared down at the floor fixedly, biting down upon her lower lip as she awaited the continuation of her punishment. One hand held onto her father's leg, the fingertips of her other hand pressed into the carpet in order to keep herself balanced. A small shudder swept down her spine, a shiver of fear and anticipation, as a hand drifted over her exposed rear, stroking and squeezing the peachy soft skin. Then the hand vanished and every muscle in her young body tensed and braced against lap as it hovered ominously in the air, unseen behind her.

This time the slap stung, a yelp of pain escaping past her trembling lips as the skin hurriedly flushed a hot pinch. There was no reprieve, no sooner had she drawn in breath to steady herself than his hand fell upon her again, drawing another cry for the girl. Eyes squeezed shut as the fabric of her skirt was tugged upward and bunched about her waist, colour appearing in her face now at being so exposed. The two slaps that followed drew further cries from Lindsay, the teen squirming uncomfortably upon her father's lap as her little ass flushed a hot red.

Biting down upon her lower lip, she shuffled about, straighten her legs slightly to lift her youthful rear as her father commanded, clearly not wishing to bring about any further punishment on her sensitive flesh by disobeying.

 

[Lord Dakol]

With each yelp and cry of pain that elicited from his young daughter's lips, Damion let out a light exhale to pent his arousal, but it wasn't enough. After the second slap of her precious, smooth flesh, her father's jeans began to tighten, a bulge starting to appear but still unseen from Lindsay. After every spanking, Damion groped her buttocks further, soothing the pain and making her ever-more sensitive.

At the third slapping, he watched as she did as she was told, and lifted her ass into the air and presenting a much more delectable and arousing target like a good little girl. "Ahh . . ." he exhaled, running his hand over her reddened ass. "I think you almost understand, darling."

Then, Damion's hand slipped down her rear and between her legs, cupping that soft, tight pussy. He restrained the sound of a moan from the feel of his daughter's cunt, and lightly slapped the sensitive flesh, each time brushing against her clit. When he was done, Damion removed his hand and put them under her arms, easily lifting her up and seating her on his right leg. From there, the rough texture of his jeans rubbed against her pussy as he looked at her tear-soaked face. "Do you understand me, baby?" he asked, wiping her tears away but not allowing her to get up just yet.

 

[Ava]

The reddened flesh throbbed with her pulse, the skin hot to the touch as Damion's hand rubbed and soothed the area he had just slapped. Lindsay was anticipating another slap, another blow, as his fingers teased at her sensitive little ass, hinting that soon her punishment would be over. What happened next was entirely unexpected, the warmth of her father's hand slipping past the soft swell of her rump to settle between her thighs and lie snuggly against her unguarded pussy.

Her thighs pressed in around his hand, instinctively trying to close him out but only succeeding in pressing him closer against her. She knew this wasn't right, even Daddy shouldn't be touching her there - right? That's what they said in Sex Education. Lindsay squirmed, considering trying to pull herself free, until her father's fingers tapped firmly against the sensitive flesh. She gasped, the jolt that shot through her a different kind of pain to the one she had received before, setting her to squirming again.

The moment didn't last long, his hand pulling away from between her thighs before she was lifted and set against his knee. She felt a flood of relief wash through her, trying to ignore the still pulsing hot flesh as she focused her attention upon her father, lifting a hand to hurriedly wipe at her damp cheek. Her current position wasn't entirely comfortable, her skirt having fallen back down about her legs while her father's thigh sat snuggly between her own, the coarse fabric of his jeans pressing and rubbing against her skin as she maintained her balance. It made her tingle slightly, cheeks still a little rosy due to her embarrassment.

A mute nod was given at his question, followed by a deep trembling breath. "Y-yes, Daddy. I'm sorry.."

 

[Lord Dakol]

When Lindsay attempted to push his hand away from her unprotected cunt, he felt them become even closer, making him squirm in delight. He watched lustfully, enjoying the way she squirm when he patted her lips.

Once she was on his leg, Damion began to subtly bounce his knee up and down, causing further motion and sensations. He wanted to see if she would comment on the feeling, and if her body was liking this. But it ultimately did not matter to him.

He smiled softly as she apologized, nodding her understanding. "Good," he muttered, placing his large hands on her waist. "Now give Daddy a hug and a kiss . . ." This was routine after any punishment, to make sure they understood that he loved them.

Without waiting for her to obey, Damion pulled Lindsay in for a tight, affectionate embrace, making her clit grind against his leg. Then, pulling away, he leaned in and kissed his daughter lightly on the mouth. But, as he hesitated, the kiss lingered for a few seconds longer than usual. So he pressed forth, deepening the kiss for another five seconds before breaking it. By now, a large bulge was in his jeans, but he made that her attention was focused on him and not anything down below.

 

[Ava]

Rough denim shifted against her with each subtle movement of her father's leg, making her squirm and shift to take the friction off the more sensitive areas, sniffing faintly as she brushed away the unshed tears that still clung to her eyelashes. Mostly Lindsay didn't know what to think, or how she felt. Truthfully she just wanted to be allowed to scurry away to her room and do her homework, hopefully avoiding any further punishment. The hands that settled upon her slender waist suggested that wasn't going to happen straight away, but the teen knew exactly what was coming next.

Obediently, her slim arms wrapped themselves about his neck and she pressed a light kiss to his cheek. She wobbled slightly upon his leg, unbalanced by his arms suddenly pulling her close against him and she felt the coarse material upon which she sat grind against her. Her thighs squeezed about his own, adjusting herself slightly as she held the hug for a suitable length before pulling back. The kiss was not unexpected, a light peck on the lips wasn't entirely uncommon, but when it lingered a little longer than necessary, Lindsay could only stare back at her father in confusion.

When he pulled back, she forced a weak smile to her lips and began to attempt to rise to her feet and detach herself from him. "I..I should go do my homework."

 

[Lord Dakol]

Damion remained calm at the look of confusion on her face; he wasn't about to act nervous and yell at her. No, he wanted more of her. But how? As Lindsay tried to get up and excuse herself, Damion increased the tightness of his grip, forcing her to keep sitting on his leg. "Not just yet," he replied sternly. "I want to talk to you."

Taking a deep breath to allow himself to collect his thoughts, Damion began. "I'm disappointed in you, you know that? But somehow, you remind me of your mother, and not just in how you look," he explained. "Your mother was also selfish and willful, and she would rarely listen to anything I told her. Which is why I'm giving you an opportunity to make me happy. You do want to make me happy, don't you?" The reason he brought up the topic of her mother was for the sole reason of making her ashamed; she knew how much he hated her mother, and he hoped this would make her more willing to please him.

"Do you want Daddy to teach you how to make me happy, baby?" he asked, bouncing her a bit more rigorously on his leg to keep her stimulated.

 

[Ava]

Lindsay had tried to shuffle back, tried to stand and step away to escape into the sanctuary of her bedroom, but her father's grip upon her didn't slacken in the least, holding her firmly in place. A slight frown touched the teen's smooth brow as she peered back at him with those deep green eyes, awaiting to hear what more he had to say. Surely he wasn't still angry with her? She had said she was sorry, and she really was - she never liked to disappoint her father.

Her heart lurched within her chest when Damion stated she had done just that, a thoroughly crestfallen expression taking hold of her gentle face. Eyes still glistening from crying, she rapidly lowered her gaze to stare at her father's chest as he compared her to the women that had abandoned them all, fresh tears gathering quickly. "O-of course I want to make you happy, Daddy." Her lower lip trembled a little, squirming upon his constantly shifting leg, wiping hurriedly at her eyes to keep from crying again.

A weak nod was her only response to his offer of helping her in making him happy, drawing in a deep trembling breath. All she wanted in the world was for her father to be happy with her, proud of her.

 

[Lord Dakol]

Damion spoke to her in low, hushed tones, making sure each word was emphasized and heard. When her face changed to that of sadness and fear, Damion knew he did it right. He wiped her eyes gently of any tears, kissing her cheeks very softly in order to keep her close. "Very good," he said with a smile. "One of the first things that would make me very happy is that you would kiss Daddy like Mommy used to. Do you remember how she did that?"

Regardless of her reply, he pulled her even closer so that her knee pressed gently against the base of his clothed bulge and that her clit would now feel more pressure than ever. "Lean in close to Daddy and kiss my lips. Then move them over mine, and be sure to follow my movements, too. Understand, baby?" he inquired, his fingers squeezing her waist affectionately. Just in case she was still unsure, Damion bent his mouth up and kiss her affectionately on the forehead, his heart thudding wildly in his chest, getting excited from manipulating his daughter like this.

 

[Ava]

The young teen's eyes drifted closed as her father's fingers brushed aside the droplets of water that still clung to her cheek, head still dipped so that her face was mostly hidden from him. A faint frown touched her brow as he began to explain how it was that she could make him happy, confusion misting a naive and somewhat fragile mind. Why would her father want her to do something that mummy had done? Didn't he hate her? Wasn't she a selfish bitch? She tried to think back to when she had last seen her parents kiss, tried to picture what it had been like, how their lips had met. Truthfully it wasn't something she had paid any attention to.

A small shake of the head spilled the long auburn strands of hair forward, further concealing her face as her father's arms tightened about her, drawing her ever closer. She squirmed, attempting to alleviate the pressure of his leg between her slender thighs, uncertain of the tingling warmth it caused. The gentle kiss to her forehead brought a light smile to her lips, the soft affectionate touch making the girl's heart skip a little in her chest. This was how she remembered her father before mummy had left - kind and gentle and affectionate.

What was the harm in giving her daddy a kiss if it made him happy? If it meant she could be a little girl again and cuddle up to him. "I can try?" she volunteered uncertainly, lifting her head to meet her father's eyes with her own, her tongue darting out briefly to moisten her lips. With a brief moment's hesitation, Lindsay leant forward to press her soft lips against her father's own.

 

[Lord Dakol]

Damion wondered for a moment if she would remember, much less even agree to kiss him. He could see her thinking, confused about his statement; yes, he hated their mother with everything he had, but he couldn't deny her having one of the finest bodies he had ever been with. He didn't tell Lindsay this, instead allowing her to decide on her own before she shook her head, not remembering.

However, as he kissed her forehead and felt his jeans becoming a bit wet from her moisture, Damion saw her smile, which in turn made him smile cheerfully. Oh, how he loved to see her joyful expression, and when she spoke to tell him that she would try, her father became even more excited.

He watched as she licked her lips, and hesitated before leaning close. He noticed that his mouth was open, and briefly closed it before she touched her soft, nubile lips against his own. Almost immediately the bulge in his jeans grew harder and thicker, and his leg started to bounce her a bit more effectively as she kissed him. Her lips were so lovely, so innocent . . . sliding his right hand up her stomach, over the swell of her breasts, and to her cheek, he kissed her more deeply as his mouth brushed against hers. A soft moan of pleasure let his mouth, escaping into hers as he gently stroked her cheek with his thumb.

 

[Ava]

Lindsay felt her father's fingers brush against the gentle curve of her young breasts and shivered away from the touch uncertainly. A mistake probably, she dismissed it as such. However, the kiss suddenly did not feel as innocent as she had first thought it might be. There was a hunger behind the pressure of her father's lips against her own, the way he cradled her head with his hand, the soft rumbling sound that vibrated against the kiss. The longer the kiss endured, the more uneasy she became until she could not help but draw back uncertainly, blinking up at her father as she awaited some kind of explanation.

Something didn't feel right. This wasn't the kind of kiss a father gave his daughter, was it? Her kiss had been light, the innocent and gentle pressure of a girl who had never shared anything more passionate with a boy, nor ever considered doing so with her father! No, she felt embarrassed and once again eager to escape to the sanctuary of her room.

 

[Lord Dakol]

Her father continued to kiss her deeply, his greed increasing with every second that their lips were touching. But when she broke it, looking at him uncertainly, he frowned. Damion didn't want the kiss to end that early, and his disappointment showed. "What is it, baby? Don't you love Daddy?" he asked, once more attempting to guilt her into complying. "You see, before Mommy left me, and us, she made Daddy so happy when she kissed me, among other things. When you do that, you make me very proud to be your father."

So, with that, he pulled her the closest he could so that her breasts pressed against his chest, their lips only inching away. He breathed in softly, wanting to steal some of the oxygen between them so that she would have to pant. "Now, do it again . . . kiss Daddy, and make sure to do it the way I did it . . ." whispered Damion, closing the gap and kissing her deeply once more, stealing more of her first kiss.