Crossing the Line [Ava and Lord Dakol]

[Ava]

Again guilt rose up within her, deepening the small lines in her forehead as she frowned endured. Of course she loved him, and of course she wanted to make him proud of her, but that didn't change how uncomfortable all this was making her feel. She didn't have a great deal of time to protest either, for Damion's arms tightened about her, drawing her close in a single swift movement that prevent even the briefest thought of resistance.

Her upper body lay against his own, her smaller frame pressed to his broad chest, holding them perilously close. Lindsay was sure that her father would be able to feel the frantic beating of her heart as a panic began to twist within her stomach - this didn't feel right. She drew in a hurried breath just seconds before Damion's lips pressed firmly against her own, silencing any excuse that may have come to the young teen's mind. Frozen, uncertain of what to do, she just sat their as her father's lips moved against her own, his arms encircling her and keeping her from pulling away this time - not that she attempted to but for the slight jump of surprise upon the initiation of the kiss.

Lindsay's hesitation persisted for a few moments, wide eyes staring back at her father as she considered resisting all together before her desire to please him won out in the end. Eyelids scrunched shut as the teen pressed her lips back against his own, trying her utmost to return the kiss in the manner in which he wanted. It was awkward mostly and fumbling, still very much the restrained kiss of a daughter to her father, but she was trying. Let him have his kiss, then this whole strange moment would be over with.

 

[Lord Dakol]

Damion could very well feel her heart beating quickly, and his own heart-rate could be felt. It quickened even further as he kissed her, ignoring all else as he forced his little daughter to kiss him so inappropriately. For about half a minute, she didn't move, her eyes staring at him as her lips were against his, but he didn't see this. But then after, she began to attempt to fulfill his request, nervously kissing him back the best she could muster for now. Later on, he would teach her to kiss like a real woman.

He didn't want to frighten her further, so Damion refused to use his tongue for this venture, and instead slowly broke the kiss. Small, thin strands of saliva were visible, connected between their lips between snapping away. He huffed deeply, looking at her with an aroused expression. "That was great . . . such a good girl . . ." he whispered, kissing her nose softly. He then stopped his leg from moving, wanting to move on to the next phase of his plan.

"Now, baby, I want you to do something else that Mommy did for Daddy; even though she's not a good person, Mommy did this very well, and maybe you will too," said Damion, lifting her up off his leg and settling her down between his legs. Now she could see the thick bulge that awaited her as he leaned back. "Undo the button and zipper on Daddy's pants, then put your hand inside my boxers, okay? There's something I want to take out, so you need to be careful," he explained, reaching down and moving her hands up to the throbbing bulge to urge her on.

 

[Ava]

Breathlessly, Lindsay stared back at her father as the kiss broke - all her concentration and effort focused on trying to please him and thus, subconsciously, she had barely dared to allow herself to breath. Now that it was over the teen felt a little light headed, a soft pink tinge rushing to the surface of her cheeks as Damion praised her. Perhaps she hadn't been as terrible at it as she had thought. Relaxing a little, she allowed herself to smile, nose scrunching a touch as a light kiss was placed to its tip.

The arms about her loosened, allowing Lindsay to find her feet for a brief moment before hands guided her toward the carpeted floor in front of him. Again, a slight frown of puzzlement crossed her brow, forest green eyes once again directed upward and toward her father for some form of guidance. However, on their journey up Damion's body, they caught sight of the tented denim fabric, the bulge that strained against the heavy material. The teen's eyes widened as she found herself staring, her father's words of explanation slowly sinking in.

Now she was certainly naive when it came to the physical and emotional workings of a man, but Lindsay was not stupid. Young as she was, she knew roughly what was concealed beneath Damion's pants. Again that pickling unease began to creep up the back of the girl's neck, her mouth growing dry as she summoned up the courage to defy him. As she hesitated, strong hands took hold of her's and guided them up toward the bulge in the denim, fingertips brushing against it as her father tried to guide her into position. Lindsay could swear she felt heat against her skin, the shape hard and straining against the fabric.

"No.." It sounded strangled before she managed to clear her throat, shaking her head and pulling her hands back, "No..daddy. This isn't right. I can't...I can't touch you...there!" She protested vaguely, deliberately skirting around just what Damion was asking her to touch.

 

[Lord Dakol]

It was going fine for Damion, watching Lindsay's eyes as they trailed up to his for direction. But they soon stopped at the object that was concealed within his jeans, which made them tight and eager to escape the confines. He saw the expression of realization cross her pretty features, her mind going through the motions of what was happening. She then began to refuse him, making her father frown even deeper than before.

"Ah, darling . . . you have no idea what you're talking about, do you? Your teacher didn't educate well enough, did she? That's unfortunate, but I'll teach you myself. Wouldn't you want that, to have someone you trust teach you about something so intimate and lovely?" he asked, tilting his head as he looked down upon her with adoration. "You can trust me, I promise, baby girl. Do you trust me?"

At that, he moved her fingers around, slowly helping her unzip his jeans, the tent becoming more prominent with each inch it was unzipped. "Now then, the first lesson; you call what is in here a "cock", okay? Take it out for me, baby . . ." he cooed, chewing on his lower lip as he waited.