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“Youare my daughter. The name is irrelevant.” The stir his words creates inside me makes the car feel as though it’s spinning on ice. “First, this should be easy, have you ever kissed a boy?”
“Just a boy? What about a girl?” I glare as a shiver runs through my shoulders. I’m wickedly turned on, yes, but I’m still me and my snarky temper oftentimes overrides my reason. “You only care if a boy kissed me, but if it’s a girl…let me guess, that would be okay? Oh, and you might like to watch?”
The fire in his eyes turns from playful to angry and I wonder why my self-preservation instincts didn’t factor in before now. I’m locked in the back of a moving vehicle with a stranger that has what could be referred to as a sketchy background at best.
He growls and I feel it down into my marrow. “A good Daddy cares who you kiss, the gender is irrelevant. But, I’d lay down a thousand to one odds that given the choice, it would be someone of the male persuasion you would have kissed. You plan on being a pain the ass princess the entire weekend?”
I twist my lips, shaking my head. Damn his calm and those sexy lips I can’t stop imaging on mine.
“Let’s get back to the question,” he says, “but with an emendation, since you’ve veered us off course a bit. Have you ever let a boy kiss youortouch you?”
On that last part he shifts in his seat, straightening his spine, and I note that his fingers curl into tight fists of tension.
“Well,” I start, deciding to go with the truth. “I’ve kissed lots of boys.”
That repressed growl intensifies as his body stiffens. “How. Many. And who were they?”
I shrug, adding, “I am not sure. My sister and I set up a kissing booth on the front lawn when we were ten after a man showed up in the middle of the night demanding money from our father. We only made a dollar and fifteen cents, and I kissed six boys and she kissed twenty. That whole story sort of encapsulates my life so far.”
A vein stands out on Dietrich’s forehead, and he rubs his eyes for a moment as my heart thunders in my chest.
“Jesus. And sincethen, any other kissing or touching?” It sounds like each word hurts, and I notice he hasn’t taken his fingers from his eyes.
“No. My interest in boys never recovered. They were horrible kissers as well.”
He grunts on a dark chuckle. “Asmydaughter you will never kiss a boy, not for money or any other reason. Not again. No boy will touch you either. This precious body that’s pure and untouched is mine now. As your father, it’s your obligation to do as I say. Do you understand?”
Dietrich’s hand falls from his face, regaining its prior shape as a fist as he leans forward, stroking the hot little button between my legs with his eyes.
“Yes,” I squeak.
Oh, God, take this needy daughter’s lust for her father far, far away before I blow this whole deal by throwing myself at him and relieving this pounding ache between my legs on his hand-stitched suit.
“Would you like to learn what agoodkiss feels like?” he asks, and my toes curl as his chest fills, stretching the white shirt over his thick pecs and forcing the buttons to strain.
God, you are not helping.
“I guess.” I shrug. “Yes, someday.”
“Not someday. Today. Now.”
I’m not sure if that’s a question or an offer or what, but the sensations coursing through me are voting fortodayandnowand withhim.
I shiver as he shifts on the slick leather occupying the area between the two seats as his fingertips hover over the hem of my dress.
“Only, one more question before we get to your first real kiss, baby.” I note the lines around his eyes deepening as his tongue glances over his white teeth. The day of beard growth along his jaw and around his mouth is peppered with silver, reminding me this man may be in his fifties. But he’s the most attractive specimen I’ve ever encountered. “When you think of kissing, do you get wet down here?”
I gasp as he slides his thick fingers up my inner thigh, brushing his knuckles over the spot on my panties that covers the area that’s been tingling since he walked into the house yesterday.
“Y—yes,” I stutter on a nod, “when I think about kissing…and other things.”
I cling to the idea that telling the truth serves me right now, but honestly, I’m pretty certain most of my frontal lobe is already offline.
“Ah, well, we will certainly have to have a talk about thoseother thingsas well. But for now, I want to focus on kissing. So just relax, baby, I’m going to show you what it’s like to have a man kiss you in a grown-up way. Part of being a father is making sure you learn things the right way. You’re very innocent.”
“But, I don’t alwaysthinkinnocent things. I think about grown up things. Dirty things. Things I shouldn’t think about.” I mumble as his masculine scent invades my nostrils, his massive body hunching forward, his shoulder brushing mine as his fingers dance on the outside of my panties making my insides clench.
“It’s okay. I’m just showing you how to do it right. That’s what a good daddy does. Shows you the ways of the world. Now, Daddy’s going to kiss you.”
