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Perfection (haunteddreamer and loneiysong)

Shutting her eyes, May knew that this was going to be hard. She needed him still to trust her. It was back to the original plan. Trembling, she swallowed hard. He made her feel so dirty. Feeling his tongue over her face she wanted to gag, but she reached out a hand shyly and ran it through his hair. Showing him in a strange way that he coudl trust her, that she would be what he wanted. She had to get him to believe that and trust her. She swallowed harder. She threw her head back soon though feeling him finger fucking her. Biting her lip, she whimpered as he was going deep and hard. All the way to his bottom knuckle. She gasped and her toes curled and she shivered whimpering to him.

"I was being obedient before, daddy, and you got angry. I will be obedient for you, just tell me what you want. I will do everything you say." She whispered looking up into his eyes tears of frustration rolled down her face. She gagged though when he brought his fingers out and wiped them over her lips and looked up at him and swallowed. "S-survive daddy? What do you mean? Do you mean you want to hurt me?"

Her heart was thundering. She knew that minute that her father wanted to kill her and take everything from her. She shivered and trembled watching him carefully. She was honest to God afraid right now.
 
He watched that fear flare up into her eyes and he gave a low hard groan of hunger as he whispered in reply...

"No baby girl," he smiled darkly, leaning in as she touched his face and kissing those shining lips again. This time gentle, taking his time in doing so, sliding his tongue across her lips to ensure that he tasted his little daughter's hot cunt right off of her mouth. God, that was so thrilling, the feel of her and he nuzzled just a tiny bit before kissing her nose. There was something mentally off about her Father, unhinged, slowly growing into a...confident madness. Could someone said to be self-assured while insane? It was a troubling question, but this was more like the growth of a cancer through a healthy body and she saw it happening over the course of this bath...watching as her Father was subsumed with those darker emotions he had held in check his entire life.

He stood and straightened, stepping away from her....and slowly began to undress. Each article was as properly folded as hers, each motion was done to ensure nothing was out of place, the habits of a bygone man....and finally he was nude. Nude, standing there in front of his own daughter, a strapping man in his late thirties and so very much alive in this moment...more alive than she had seen him in years. He moved towards her, erect, that thick cock pulsing to spatter precum down upon the floor and he eased himself on the side of the large tub...gazing down at her as his hand touched her hair once more, tracing as he whispered.

"You're afraid, but you know what a man would want right now, you know....so go ahead, show Daddy you know how to be a good girl for him."
 
She wanted to breath out a sign of relief. But she wouldn't. May remained calm and slowly kissed back. Being shy and very cautious. Because the last time she was lewd, he had got pissed off. She reached up a hand and stroked his hand gently. He was scaring her. Scaring her her so incredibly. Looking up, she watched him as he moved away. Her heart began to race, she figured what he was going to do. What he was going to force her to do. She shivered wanting to buy herself some time. She swallowed and looked at him and canted her head.

"Daddy, the water is getting cold, may we move to someplace warmer?" She watched him undress and looked away. She looked down, she blushed harder. She didn't want to look at his cock. She shifted. She didn't dare stand up until he said so. Looking up quickly into his eyes, she swallowed and frowned. "Yes, I would know what a man would want, but I do not know what my father would want. I seem to be clumsy in deciphering what you want. Please daddy, tell me what you want." She wanted to make it tough on him while playing the innocent daughter. She stroked his side looking up beginning to get colder and colder. She was becoming more and more uncomfotable.
 
Watching her he gave a small smile of approval at the statement, knowing she was worried, upset....she was hardly throwing him off balance with her words. The truth was they were exactly what he expected out of her. He had pushed her, forced her to try to think through her reactions to him...to plan them, and planning might mean she would go along for the ride. Would understand that things had changed between them. Her soft touch though, somehow that filtered past his own programming and ensured he felt in a way he did not wish to. Ensured once more that he viewed her not as an object but as something to care for...the dynamic was distracting and heart wrenching all at the same time. Slowly he reached down and gripped her under her arms to help lift her perfect body up out of the tub, pulling her against his and balancing her for a moment before getting the nearby towel.

He took his time drying her, no longer bothering to hide the fact of arousal. They had made it far past that concept. Instead he let the towel go where his hands wanted to the entire time. Moving, caressing...over her heavy lovely breasts, up across the curve of her throat, down towards the swell of one hip, and cupping her taut backside. He took the moment to appreciate every inch of her as he stared into her eyes, feeling her hand continuing to try to calm him and he allowed himself to be calmed...allowed her to ease him. It did nothing for the hardness that occasionally brushed her but it did do something for the soul and he finally dropped the towel to the floor to curl one arm around her waist.

He did not bother with the restraints, nor even with her own room, bypassing it to lead her down the hall to his....to his room, the room he had shared with her mother, the bed he had lay in with her. He moved her towards it, not speaking as he eased himself down onto the covers...his hand on her arm and pulling her under them with him. If she was cold...then they would warm up together.
 
May shivered and bit her lip. She watched him smile and bit her lip. She was honestly afraid of him now. The things he did and said in just the short time of her being home. She saw him reacting to her touch so she continued to touch him gently. This was a very perilous place she was transversing. She just hoped that she would make it out the other side alive. She shifted as he pulled her out of the tub and stood there letting him touch her and caress. She shut her eyes and felt his warm fingers and hands. Shutting her eyes, she breathed softly. She leaned forward and leaned into his arms leaning her head against his shoulder.

She sighed and then moved with him down to his room. She shivered adn watched him. But when he reached out and pulled her down, she was obligated to go. She leaned down onto his down bed. She snuggled in closer to him. She was cold. Frozen. She leaned into his arms and then broke down sobbing. She was honest to God afraid of him. She sobbed and tears rolled down her face.
 
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