A Daughter’s Love Ch. 05
Emma stood in the massive walk-in closet, her old clothes sitting folded on the floor while her bags of new clothes weighed down her arms.
She hadn’t brought much with her when she moved in; clothes wise, she’d just brought the necessities. She’d brought a couple blankets, her pillow, a box of books, toiletries, makeup, and her art supplies. She had no clue how long she would be staying. She’d never thought she’d be staying this long.
After the glory of the meadow, Daddy had insisted on taking her to the mall. She’d been hesitant to spend his money (and still felt kind of bad about it), but he wouldn’t take no for an answer.
He’d also bought her the box set of the Harry Potter movies, after she’d complained that he didn’t have them. She’d only been half-joking, but she was already planning a marathon.
Emma set her things on the floor, fighting back a smile.
She couldn’t believe it.
The events from earlier — the meadow — felt so surreal. Despite the freshness of the memories, they felt more dreamlike than anything.
She’d thought she would have been more nervous about it — being with him, finally and truly. She’d thought she’d hesitate, at the least. Emma had even told him, before, that she’d need time to process and accept the bond between them.
And yet all that had faded away as she’d stood in front of him. All she’d known, all she’d felt, in those moments, was how much she loved him. She’d wanted him, needed him. It had started off so tender, but then something hitched and they’d both been filled with this overwhelming desire.
They’d made love under the sun, surrounded by wildflowers and the lazy buzz of bumblebees drifting through the tall grass.
Emma smiled to herself. Maybe that was why it seemed like a dream.
There was a loud banging coming from the front door. Emma started, a pulse of fear jolting through her chest. She squeezed her eyes shut, but the glitchy playback of Jeremy’s visit ensnared her mind. She could feel the echo of his footsteps thudding through her as he chased her. She remembered the look on his face, filled with such loathing and rage like she’d never seen before. Emma wished she could forget, or, if not that, not remember it all so clearly.
Couldn’t things just stay happy, stay dreamlike? Why did it all have to crash down around them?
She released a breath as she heard Daddy go to answer the door. She listened intently, gritting her teeth. But it was not Jeremy’s voice that spoke.
“I’m surprised you’re still here.” It was a man’s voice, and it was thin with contempt. Emma could picture the sneer that came with it.
There was a beat of silence. Emma crept out of the closet, tip-toeing through the bedroom as if they were right outside the hall rather than all the way downstairs. “What do you want?” Daddy ground out the words like each one cost him something. Emma paused at the anger in his tone.
The stranger scoffed, “You’re something else, you know that?” Emma moved down the hall, her curiosity getting the better of her. “I saw Johnny. I saw him, you prick.” There was such venom in that last word that Emma paused. Maybe this wasn’t something she should hear. “I saw what you did, and you stand ‘ere, with the balls to ask what I want?” The man laughed, but there was no humor, no joy in it. It was cold and grating.
“Johnny got what was coming to him,” Daddy said icily.
He didn’t sound like her daddy. He sounded like someone else. He sounded like he didn’t care.
Emma took a measured breath. She paused on that first step, her hand clutching the railing.
“Johnny was desperate!”
“Johnny was an idiot,” Daddy snarled viciously.
The man’s voice softened with what could’ve been something akin to regret. “He asked for your help, and you-“
“He did not ask for my help. He threatened my freedom, my life. He threatened my daughter’s life. He wanted to lock me up and force her to-” Daddy stopped, as if only now he was realizing how loud he was speaking. Fury had gripped hold of him.
Emma didn’t know what to think. Johnny — the man who’d held a gun to Daddy, she assumed — had threatened her? He didn’t even know her. A complete stranger had threatened to kill her…
Chills darted through her. Her stomach clenched. What the hell was going on? Emma was on the outside, looking in. There were so many pieces of this puzzle she was missing. That bliss she’d found in the meadow, it was evaporating before her eyes.
It was like she’d been thrust back into yesterday, no matter how much she fought to remain.
“You can’t walk away from this that easy, Beaufort,” the man said quietly.
“Get off my property. If you come back here I’ll-” Emma didn’t hear the whispered threat. She shivered, her nails digging into the wood of the railing. She sucked in deep, heavy breaths, closing her eyes as if that’d make this all disappear.
The door opened again, then closed.
Her knees wobbled as canlı bahis she gradually, clumsily, made her way down the stairs. Daddy stood in front of the door, his body tense and his expression grim. He heard her steps, but he didn’t turn around. His shoulders hunched slightly, like hackles raised.
“Daddy?” she called softly. “Who was that man? Is… is everything okay?” She was almost afraid to know the answer. No, she already knew the answer; she just didn’t want to hear it.
He let out a careful, but shaky, breath. He closed his eyes, his brow creased, and his jaw clenched. “No, baby, it’s not.” He tilted his head back, staring hollowly up at the ceiling. “Everything is so far from okay…”
Emma stood frozen on the spot. She wanted to go to him, to offer whatever comfort she could, but… she was scared. Not of him, never of him, but of what he meant. Of whoever that man was and what he represented. “What are you going to do?” she whispered.
Finally, finally, he looked at her. She could’ve sagged to the floor with relief. He offered her a half-smile. “I’ll make it okay,” he vowed. “You don’t have to be scared. I won’t let them hurt you.”
If they hurt him, they’d hurt her. It was that simple. Emma shook her head. “I don’t even know who ‘they’ are. What’s going on? Is this about your brother?”
A flicker of sadness softened the hardness in his body language. He looked away from her, frowning. “I haven’t seen them for years. I don’t know why they’re sniffing around now. I don’t know what’s changed, but I’ll find out.”
“This is about your money?”
He barked a cold, heartless laugh. “Darling, it’s always about money.” He came towards her, his hand moving across her stomach to latch onto her hip. He swiftly kissed her cheekbone, but he didn’t let go after. Emma lightly put one hand on his arm, steadying herself as well as him.
He smiled mirthlessly, “The past has horrible timing, doesn’t it?” Her answer was forgotten as his thumb started lazily circling over her hip. “You’re all I want, Emma. I want to devout all my time to you,” he whispered, his lips dragging against her jaw, her neck.
Emma was dizzy with wanting. “Not fair,” she managed, her fingers knotting in the fabric of his shirt. Was he deliberating distracting her?
“I don’t want to talk about it right now,” he muttered, a hint of plea hiding between the lines. His hand shifted lower. “I don’t want to talk at all.”
“Daddy,” she gasped, opening her eyes wide, staring past him. “I want to — to kn-know what’s going on.” He kissed her neck, both hands on her now. He had her exactly where he wanted her, and Emma could feel her already meager resistance crumbling.
Her hands gripped his shoulders, pushing him back enough to look him in the eye.
He sighed, reluctantly letting her go. Emma wanted to move back to him, to circle her arms around him and feel his hands on her body. But she wanted to know what was going on. Was he in danger? Was she? “I loved my brother,” he began seriously, “but he wasn’t the brightest kid around. He was reckless and greedy. He didn’t know when to walk away.” He straightened, looking away from her. “He got on the wrong side of a lot of bad people, Emma.”
“He accumulated more debt than he could ever hope to pay back.” Daddy pinched the bridge of his nose, exhaling sharply. Tension held him taut. Emma inched towards him, wanting to smooth away the jagged edges of his anger and frustration. “I don’t know why they’re involving me now, it’s been years since he… died.”
From his tone, Emma guessed it had been a lot more sinister than that. Shivers dragged through her, leaving goosebumps in their wake.
“I don’t know what’s changed,” he added distantly, his brow creasing in confusion.
Her fingers skated over the sides of his belt, slipping under his shirt, seeking out the warmth of his skin. “You don’t seem all that scared,” she glanced up at him warily.
“I’m not afraid of them,” he scoffed. She leaned into his touch as he cupped her face in his hands. Gentle yet assertive. “And you shouldn’t be either. I’m not going to let anything happen to you, okay? You’re safe.”
She was safe with him. Her daddy would protect her, no matter what. Emma waited for her fear to surface, for her panic to rise and take over. She was unnerved and worried, of course, but not as scared as she thought she’d be.
Emma glanced at the door. The man was gone. Daddy had taken care of it. Maybe the man would come back, maybe he would bring friends, but… Until then, Emma wanted to savour her time with Daddy. She didn’t want to pick at what might happen. She didn’t want to be backed into a corner by ‘what ifs’.
More than anything, Emma wanted to shove past this abyss of dread and danger that loomed over her — over them. She would fight for this, for them. She wanted to be happy. Emma had a feeling that things would get worse before they got better. She’d steal this opportunity while it lingered.
She bahis siteleri gave into her desires, as forbidden as they were. Emma let go of her restraint and quieted her worries.
Her fingers hooked around the waist of his pants, tugging him closer. He grinned wickedly at that. “Daddy?” she purred, a soft smile on her lips.
“Yes, baby girl?”
“Can we go upstairs now?”
He laughed at the misleading sweetness lacing her voice. “Go on, I’ll meet you up there.” He kissed her roughly, swiftly, before giving her a little push towards the stairs. That kiss was a promise of what was to come. Shivers of an entirely different kind than before raced through her.
Emma went up the stairs, feeling his eyes on her the entire time.
Emma freshened up in the bathroom. How long until he came up? Emma couldn’t stop thinking about what they’d done in the meadow, and what they would do now. Her cheeks were red, and her heart was beating hard and fast.
She loved her daddy so much. The meadow, their first time together, was glorious, but it wasn’t enough to sate her.
Emma looked at her reflection in the mirror, and a sudden thought struck her, stealing the smile from her face.
She’d slept with her own father.
Emma clenched her jaw. She closed her eyes for a moment, taking a deep, calming breath. Her palms pressed flat against the counter. Emma opened her eyes, staring at the mirror. She’d fucked her father, and yet…
Shouldn’t she feel guilty? There was some corner in her mind that was sour with shame, but, for the most part… Emma was happy.
She knew she should feel bad. But she didn’t. She was happy and excited and in love.
Emma wanted to be with him, in every way. Was that so wrong?
Emma stood up straight, smoothing her hands over the pale, semi-sheer, green babydoll lingerie. She didn’t have to wear it, but she felt pretty damn sexy in it. Besides, with all that was going on, she wanted to make Daddy happy too.
The door pushed open, and there he was. He leaned against the doorway, his hands tucked lazily in his pants pockets. His eyes took it all in, his answering grin making her heart pound. “Do you like it, Daddy?” She did a little twirl for him.
He grabbed her wrist and pulled her along into the bedroom.
His shirt wound up on the floor, and her arms were around his neck. She was dizzy and breathless as his kiss claimed her. The backs of her legs hit the edge of the bed and she practically toppled over onto the mattress.
Daddy pushed her down, his cool hands hooking around the backs of her knees. Emma wrapped her legs around him. His touch moved up over her thighs, over her hips. Her fingers tangled in his hair, wordlessly demanding more.
He touched her over her panties, teasing and wandering. The back of her head hit the blankets as she gasped for breath. He’d pulled the lingerie down, kissing her chest, moving until he found his target — her nipple. It was like that first time, in his office. Where he’d first kissed her. When her daddy had made her cum.
Emma arched her back, both at the swirling motion of his tongue on her nipple, and at the sensation rubbing lightly against her clit.
Emma writhed against him, hungry for more.
And, just as she was about to lose it, he pulled away from her. Emma propped herself up on her elbows, staring up at him in dazed confusion. “Daddy?”
He grinned, sitting on the edge of the bed. He gestured for her to sit on his lap. Emma did so without any qualms. He helped her out of her (very wet) panties beforehand. The fact that he’d left his pants and boxers on the floor only made her move faster.
Emma gripped his shoulders as she carefully lowered herself onto him. “That’s it, darling. There you go,” he groaned as his tip entered her. Emma took a quick breath, letting it go slowly as he filled her. His hands were on her waist, guiding her until she had him in her, entirely. He kissed the edge of her jaw, “Good girl.”
Emma gave a little whimper.
His lips trailed her neck and chest as she gradually brought herself back up, before sliding down again. Emma threw her head back, her hair trailing down. She wanted to go faster, but she didn’t want to fall. Emma rode him, moaning softly at the sheer pleasure of the action.
“Oh, Daddy, this feels amazing,” she managed breathlessly. She gripped his shoulders tighter, pressing into him.
“Are you going to cum for me, baby girl?”
He’d already gotten her started earlier; it wouldn’t be long at all. “Yes, Daddy,” she groaned. “Daddy, I’m going to cum all over your cock. Is that okay, Daddy?” She smiled to herself. She loved having him inside of her. He was so huge too! She moved her body up and down, her breaths turning shorter and more frequent.
“You like that, huh? You like riding Daddy’s cock?” He lowered himself onto the bed. Emma placed her hands on his chest, steadying herself. It allowed her to go a bit faster, a bit harder.
“I bahis şirketleri love it,” she nearly choked on her own breath. She grinded against him, getting desperate for release and yet enjoying the sensations taking over her body. “I love riding my daddy’s cock,” she shot him a grin.
Emma moaned, getting closer and closer and-
“Stop, stop,” he groaned. “Get on your knees. Daddy wants to cum in that pretty mouth of yours.”
“Oh, but Daddy! P-please! I’m so, so cl-“
He pinched her thigh. Emma was tempted to keep going — she was so close! But he had that look, and he was using that tone…
Breathlessly, Emma climbed off of him. He sat up again as she dropped to her knees. She felt her fluids drip onto the floor or else creep down her thighs.
Emma used her tongue before she took him in her mouth. She licked one side of his shaft, her pussy throbbing at his throaty growl. She dragged the tip of her tongue in a circle around the head. Emma started stroking him with her hand, struggling to fight the urge to put her other hand between her legs. She’d been so damned close!
And so had he, apparently.
She had the head of his cock in her mouth when he came. He shuddered, groaning and cursing. Emma closed her eyes. His cum filled her mouth, almost spilling out and dribbling on to her chin. Emma swallowed, glancing up at him as she cleaned him off.
“I’m so wet, Daddy,” she whispered hoarsely. She wanted that cock inside of her, thrusting into her again and again and again.
He ran his hands through her hair. “Take that off,” he ordered. Emma pulled the babydoll off, leaving her completely naked and on her knees before him. The vulnerability sent a thrill of lust through her. He lifted her chin with the edge of his hand, “Good girl.”
She licked her lips; he groaned.
“Get on the bed.”
Daddy took his time exploring her body. He fondled her breasts, playing and pinching her nipples. She loved feeling his tongue on them. His kisses and tongue trailed down her body. He skipped between her legs, going instead for her thighs.
Her begging seemed to only make him go slower.
“Flip over,” he said at last. Emma rolled onto her stomach, unsure where this was headed. His hand came down on her ass, making her shriek, but he massaged the hurt almost right after. Emma shuddered as his lips dragged down her spine. He smacked her ass again, massaging it after. And then he was under her, his hands on her ass, her hips, her waist. Emma squirmed and writhed and moaned as he feasted on her.
God, he knew exactly what he was doing.
Emma pressed her face into the pillows, muffling her senseless sounds of pleasure. Everything else had long since fallen away. It was just her and her daddy, together again. Emma was lost in her own bliss.
Emma bit down on the pillow case as her body started to tremble. Her fingers knotted in the sheets as she grinded on top of him. Emma lifted her head, propping herself up on her elbows, gasping for much-needed air. “Don’t stop,” she moaned, “Daddy, please, please I have to — I’m going t-to-“
Yet again, right when she was about to cum, he stopped. Emma could’ve cried with frustration. He rolled her onto her back, laughing at the look on her face. “Not yet darling.” He kissed her cheek, then her neck.
His slick fingers trailed over her chest and stomach, playing with her breasts and swooping over her hips. Emma’s breath hitched as she felt the tip of him press against her. Her arms came around him as he came up to kiss her.
He swallowed her moan as he pushed inside. “God,” he groaned, “I love fucking you.” Emma lifted her hips to meet his thrusts. His low laugh rumbled against her throat. “I love you,” he rasped.
She met his gaze, “I love you too, Daddy.”
He pressed his lips against hers. Then he started thrusting into her, harder and faster than before. Now, she’d finally, finally, get to cum. He wasn’t going to pull out. Daddy wanted to cum inside of her.
Emma’s nails dragged down his back. They were lost in a tangle of limbs and moans and grunts and the heat of two bodies coming together. There was no threat of danger. There was nothing of the past coming to haunt them. There was no thought of any of it. It was just them. And that was all they needed.
Emma screamed for him as her orgasm hit. God, she’d never felt anything like it before. She felt him cum inside of her, but it felt distant in the wake of her climax. Emma laid there, limp and breathless. Daddy pulled out and plopped onto the bed beside her.
Emma opened her mouth to speak, but nothing came out. She could hardly string a coherent sentence together in her head, let alone out loud.
That had been even better than the first time. A thousand times better. Emma watched him as he sat up and got off the bed. Emma groaned as she tried to follow. He pushed her down, gripping her shoulder. “Where do you think you’re going?” he grinned devilishly. He leaned down, taking her chin in his hand. “I’m not done fucking you yet,” he whispered roughly. He kissed her, and then he was gone.
Emma was all too happy to fall back onto the bed.