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“Just a sec,” Peter said, “I forgot something.”
He pushed off the bed. The mattress sprung back up where he was sitting, and I just drifted. It felt good, just to be alone in this giant, cloud-like bed, all by myself. The only thing I needed that I didn’t get much of was time alone. Closing my eyes and getting a nose full of the lingering scent of his rose oil relaxed me immediately. I imagined his hands running down my spine, pushing the knots and the tension off to each side and his fingers squeezing the tension out of my lower back then down and around my waist.
I had no idea that just imagining my daddy giving me a massage would be so relaxing. I couldn’t wait for him to get back. About that – I wonder where he went. Nothing was cooking, and he already put the baby down. What could he…
Just then, the door creaked as Peter stepped back in. “Sorry princess,” he said, “I forgot these.”
He set three candles down on the bedside table immediately to my left.
“Grabbed ‘em out of your bathroom. You seem to like them, and I’m really old so I figured I could use them for a light.” He laughed at his own joke. For some reason, that – his laughing at his own bad joke – made my heart melt. That seemed to happen a lot, especially where Peter was involved.
“Anyway,” he whispered right before he bent down and kissed the back of my head, right where my hair started, “I hope you’re enjoying this as much as I am.”
I heard the pop top on the oil bottle again and listened as Peter rubbed his palms together. He was humming, tunelessly, in a low voice, the way he always did when he was most relaxed.
Softly, one hand went to each of my shoulders and he began to press his fingertips very gently into the muscle. “Tell me if it’s too hard, too soft.”
I grunted a “mum-hum” as soon as I realized he was talking to me.
Behind me, he laughed softly and pressed harder, fingers tracing the line of my trapezius up to my ear, then down to the point of my shoulder blade. At the end of each stroke, he pushed his thumbs into the indentation beneath my joint and turned it ever so slightly. That, mysteriously, made the top of my ass tingle.
I giggled a little, he asked why and I told him about my ass tingling when he pushed into my shoulder blade. The last thing I expected him to say was “does it feel good? When it tingles I mean?” That is, however, exactly what he asked. I thought for half a second and nodded.
“Hmm,” he sighed, “there’s something to keep in mind.”
That he was smiling as he spoke was obvious.
“Thank you so much,” I said in between pleasured sighs, “this is exactly what I needed. You’re so good to me.”
“You deserve it. Like I said… this morning? Yesterday? You’ve given me more in the past year than I have ever had. I could never possibly do enough for you.”
He rubbed again, this time twisting his thumbs and sweeping his hands, fingers pointing to my spine, along my backbone and out down my ribcage. The first few times he did it, his fingertips brushing against the sides of my breasts got me thinking about things other than relaxing massage.
“Liz, there’s something I need to say.”
“Of course, what is it?”
“I want you to know that I support anything you do. Absolutely anything. If you want to go out with that Nate character, don’t say no to him on my account. I couldn’t live with myself if you missed out on something because of me.”
I didn’t know how to respond. The thought had crossed my mind that I should hang out with Nate just for a little bit of ‘normal’ in my otherwise utterly bizarre life, but the last thing I wanted to do was hurt my daddy – my everything.
“No, I love you. Why would I want to be with anyone else?”
“Well,” he said, “I just want you to know I’ll always be here. You need to explore the world, see what’s out there. I won’t ever leave you. Understand?”
My mouth said “yes, of course,” but my thoughts were far more confused. I really did want to see more of Nate, but at the same time…
Peter pushed his thumbs along the top of my pelvis, which elicited a rumbling, throaty groan. No more thinking about Nate. Not then, at least. He pressed hard, rose-scented fingers slick and wet, gliding over my flesh, driving the pain down my sides and into the mattress, just like I imagined.
“What if,” I started to ask and then reconsidered.
“What if what, baby girl?”
“No, no, nothing. I just said what I was thinking.” Really, I was about to ask ‘what if I brought Nate over here to meet you? I think you’d like him a lot, and maybe we could even have dinner or something?’ but I didn’t. I couldn’t.
Then as Peter pressed his knuckles into my ass cheeks, sending tingles up my body instead of down, I wondered what it would be like to be between he and Nate. One cock in my pussy and the other…
“Daddy?” I asked in my best little girl voice, “can we do something different tonight?”
