Page 65 of Off Limits
...angry to the point of being violent, says one. ...Not sure if you want me to call the police.
Jesus.
“Honey, why don’t you bring your bag up your room while I talk to your mother?” I say to Dani, who rolls her eyes as hard as only a teenager can. She walks past her mother without looking at her, and Melanie doesn’t look at her either. It’s like Dani doesn’t even register for Melanie.
“Melanie, I was very clear.”
“Oh, don’t start with this!” she exclaims, with an eye roll to match her daughter’s. “It’s one night, J.L. I’m your wife. The least you can do is give me a place to sleep for one night when the only other option is the street. Jesus, you can be a real asshole, you know that?”
During the course of our marriage, I have had occasion to see Melanie in a real fit of rage. It doesn’t happen that often, but when it does—when she’s pushed too far, and feels cornered—she snaps. She screams like a banshee and she breaks things. As I reflect on that, I notice that the couch is slightly askew, the cushions looking scattered and out of place, and the coffee table has been pushed to the edge of the rug. I can only imagine what happened last night when Patrick tried to get her to leave.
It’s better not to provoke her, I decide. Not with Dani in the house, not with the wild, slightly unhinged look I can see in her eyes.
“Fine,” I bite out. “This is the last time.”
“Of course,” she says placatingly. “Thank you. We’re going to have a great time, you’ll see! I’m going to make dinner. A special Father’s Day dinner just for you.”
This morning, in a cringe-worthy yet totally taboo move, Dani had reminded me what day it is. ‘Happy Father’s Day,’ she’d whispered devilishly as my cock softened inside her. It had been slightly uncomfortable then, it’s even more uncomfortable now, as my wife talks about making me a special dinner while her daughter, whom I’ve fucked four times since yesterday, is upstairs in her room.
“Right,” I answer awkwardly. “Father’s Day.” I pick up my bag to head upstairs just as Dani leans over the mezzanine railing.
“I need my bath, Daddy,” she calls, brazenly. There’s a challenge in her tone. She’s threatening to draw our relationship out in front of her mother, or willing to taunt her with it, I don’t know. Melanie shoots me a glance.
“She has trouble with the faucets,” I improvise weakly, and head upstairs to where Dani is waiting with a smile.
“We need to be careful,” I say under my breath, once we’re both in the bathroom.
“Why? That woman is not a mother to me. I don’t care what she thinks.”
“Well, I do,” I answer hotly, the stress of finding Melanie in my house getting to me. “I have no desire to be branded a sexual predator.”
“I’m eighteen,” she says with exasperation. “I’m legal.”
“Still…I’d just rather be circumspect around your mother. Is that so much to ask?”
I plug the tub and start the water and when I look up, Dani has stripped completely naked, her perfect body on display in front of me. Despite the fact that we last fucked only three or four hours ago, my cock instantly starts to get hard.
“Dani,” I say warningly.
“What?” She bats pale eyelashes at me. “I’m just getting ready for my bath.”
“You’re tempting Daddy is what you’re doing,” I say in a low voice, already aching for her. “I just told you we need to be circumspect.”
“But the door’s locked,” she says sweetly. “Mommy never has to know.”
I groan, knowing that being alone with Dani naked right now is a terrible idea and knowing equally, as she does, that I cannot resist her. She lowers a hand between her legs, stroking herself with her fingers and pouts at me.
“I want your cum in me, Daddy.”
Mon dieu. “I thought you said you were sore.”
She nods. “I don’t care. If I have to sit through dinner with Melanie pretending that everything is perfectly normal between us, I at least want the pain to remind me that you secretly fucked me in the bathroom.”
It’s hopeless. My dick is hard already, throbbing in my pants. How has Dani become such a filthy little girl so quickly? I’m equally shocked and turned on at the forbidden scenario she’s imagining. The one thing I can’t bring myself to tell her is that her mother has already guessed it—and doesn’t care. That, more than anything, is something I never want Dani to know.
“Turn around and put your hands on the counter,” I say in a low voice, turning off the water and unzipping my pants. I stand behind her, lining my cock up with her entrance and lean forward to murmur in her ear. “You’re a dirty little girl, aren’t you? You want me to fuck you while Mommy’s downstairs?”
“Yes, Daddy,” she whispers. I squeeze a hand around her hip as I push into her, and the tight, wet feel of her has me seeing stars already. She’s so wet, swollen and aching for me already, and my dick twitches and strains inside of her. She feels fucking amazing.