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Daddy grunted and turned off the radio. He nearly had smoke coming out of his ears!
To be honest, I was getting wet between my legs the whole way home. I can't explain it. But getting my Daddy so angry turned me on more than anything else I'd ever done!
At last we were home! As soon as we were inside Daddy dismissed all the help. He told them to take the evening off.
Then he had me come to him in the living room. He sat on the sofa with a drink. God, he was handsome. He was tall and muscular. He really could fill out a suit!
He was getting a little old. But the little crow eyes by his eyes and that salt and pepper hair, I just loved it. You know? He looked so experienced.
I stood there in front of him. I was just wearing the sweats I'd been arrested in. I was as turned on as hell. I guessed my hard nipples must have been showing through my sweatshirt.
Daddy took a big sip of his drink. Then he stood up. He decided to take off his jacket and tie. He laid them on the sofa. He gave out a sigh.
At that point he looked right at me. And then he let me have it!
"What the fuck?" He said.
"Excuse me, sir." I said.
"What the fuck did you think you were doing, huh?"
Oh, Daddy's voice was as loud as I'd ever heard it!
"Daddy, I was just expressing myself. You always said self-expression is very important. That's what you taught me."
"Self-expression? Hell, you didn't just break the law! The whole world knows my daughter likes to paint obscene pictures! Do you have any idea what you've done to my career?"
"But Daddy."
He just ignored me. His voice just started thundering!
"You goddam little twit! You pathetic little brat! I've done everything for you. I've sent you to the best schools. I buy you every goddam little thing you want. And now you do this to me? What the fuck were you thinking?"
I started crying. I really did. I couldn't help it. I loved him so much. And I'd needed him so much. And he just hadn't been there.
My tears hit Daddy hard. He was always a sucker for my tears. But this time my tears only made him angrier.
"Goddammit! You think just crying is going to make this all go away!" He shouted.
He raised his hand. He got ready to swing it!
He had never hit me before. Not ever. Not once. But this time, I swore, I thought he was going to knock the shit out of me.
I flinched. And that was enough to bring him to his senses. His hand dropped. Daddy let out a long sigh. His head sagged.
He sat back down on the couch. He put his head in his hands.
"Fuck it," he said. "Fuck it."
I didn't know what it meant. But I knew that the anger had passed. And now I had him. I had him here. Right here. And finally alone with me!
I sat down on the couch next to him. He didn't say a word. He didn't move.
I snuggled up to him. He didn't stop me. He just took in a big breath of air. Then he exhaled.
I pressed in a little closer. I lay my head on his shoulder. I waited.
