Page 44 of Off Limits
“Do you want to have big breasts like Mommy?”
My breath hitches. This is naughty.
“Yes,” I say quietly.
“You will,” he promises. “Soon.” He runs his fingers over my mound as if he’s exploring it. “You’re smooth,” he says with surprise.
“I shave.”
“Good girl.” I can hear the satisfaction in his voice and it makes me beam with pride. I know Melanie always shaved and it’s something I’ve been trying lately. I knew he would like it. He slides his hand down between my legs, one finger running slickly over the exquisitely sensitive nub of my clitoris, and pleasure shocks through me. I tilt my head back as I gasp in a breath.
“Do you ever masturbate, Danica?” His finger starts making a slow circle around my clitoris as blood rushes down to my private parts. I feel as though I’m swelling and growing against his finger.
“I try sometimes,” I whisper, my voice punctuated by my breathy exhales. “But it’s never worked before. Yesterday was…was the first…”
With one hand kneading my breast, and the other softly drawing out my pleasure between my legs, Jean-Luc has me completely at his mercy. “You never came before yesterday?” he asks. He sounds surprised.
“No.”
“Oh, sweetheart,” he breathes. “We can’t have that. I’m going to have to make you come again. Would you like that?”
“Yes.” I breathe, chest heaving. “Yes.”
“Good.” His finger circling my clit has me right on the edge, and my knees fall open as the same exquisite tension as yesterday bears down on me, making me drop my head back on his arm.
“That’s right, baby,” he murmurs—so quietly and lovingly. “That’s right.” He tightens his hold around me, fingers rubbing lightly around my nipple, and fingers rubbing lightly between my legs. He feels solid behind me, the mass of his strong arm supportive and firm, and it makes it easy for me to fall open against him. “That’s good. This is what you need, isn’t it? Daddy’s going to help you come again.”
It’s the perfect moment. I wish I could crystallize it and hold on to it forever. My absolute pleasure in Jean-Luc’s arms. His caring, doting love all focused on me. I am safe and I am loved, and suddenly there’s a starburst behind my eyes as my whole body contracts and lets go.
“Yes.” Jean-Luc flattens his palms against me as I buck and spasm in his arms, one on my inner thigh and one across my breast, holding me tight. “Yes, baby. Let yourself go. That’s so fucking good. That’s so fucking good. Daddy’s so proud of you right now.”
He kisses my hair just above my ear and another tsunami wave of pleasure rolls through me.
It’s bliss, it’s otherworldly, it’s fucking incredible.
‘Daddy’s so proud of you.’ It’s my favourite thing when we play in this space and I have no idea if I could ever tell him. It’s so wrong. Boyfriend, lover, father. When he’s Daddy, he’s all of those things.
Jean-Luc
AFTER HER BATH, Dani teeters out of the bathroom to get dressed, flushed and dizzy as if she’s drunk on pleasure, while I drain the tub and gather up her discarded clothes on the floor. I take a moment to look at myself in the mirror and drag my hands through my hair. I’m rock fucking hard and I have no idea what to do with myself. I can’t keep jerking off in the bathroom…can I? How long can this go on for?
When I step out of the bathroom into the bedroom, I’m in for a shock. Dani is in front of the full-length mirror, admiring herself in a sheer babydoll slip.
It’s Melanie’s bridal lingerie.
She must have found it in my drawer. I keep it stashed away there with the panties I took away from Dani—strange and emotionally-loaded mementos of my wife; of her daughter. Melanie only wore this particular item once, on our wedding night, but it evokes powerful memories for me. The incredibly loving, intense sex we had that night. The awe and wonder I felt at knowing that this woman was my wife. I felt unreasonably lucky and blessed.
Now, looking at her daughter wearing the same thing, a dark heat swells in me.
Her toned legs are impossibly long under the hem of the nightgown, which just barely skirts the bottom of her ass. A hint of frill peeks out beneath from the matching set of panties, tantalizing and innocent all at once. The white fabric billows around her mid-section, tucking together under the swell of her breasts, where a large pink ribbon sits right between the two mounds. More frilled fabric, just like the panties, modestly covers her breasts, the whole thing suspended from two straps over her shoulders.
She looks like a stripper, and a bride, and an innocent little angel all rolled into one, and hormones surge through my blood at the sight of her. Something ravenous and fierce inside of me is fighting to be unleashed. A wild yearning, a dangerous thing. Pornographic images flicker rapidly through my mind, almost subliminal, and impossible to catch and stop. Dani thrown back on my bed, hair splayed, the billowing white fabric of the nightie flung up over her tits; moving the frilly panties to the side with a rough finger; the small, pink, soft centre of her cunt inside. Dani underneath me in this lingerie like her mother once was years ago.
My cock twitches in my pants and my face feels hot. I take a steadying breath as she turns and beams at me.
“Do you like it?” she asks, playful and coquettish.
“Yes.” I just hope that the pounding of my heart and lungs in my ribcage isn’t showing through my button-down. I take a seat at the edge of the bed. From the lower angle, I can see the slightest bit more of the frilly panties beneath, and just the idea of them is making my balls ache.