She holds her arms out to keep from touching herself.
“I’ll show them, Daddy,” Lucy declares as she jumps down from her chair and skips toward the door.
Evelyn calls out to her. “Child, you are going to be the death of me. Stop running in the house.” The older woman shakes her head, but she’s smiling at the same time. I wonder how many times in the past seven years she’s said that.
“Sorry, Ma’am.” Lucy slows down.
I chuckle as Eve follows her with me bringing up the rear. We don’t have to go far before Lucy points out a bathroom. She pushes the door open and skips back toward the kitchen, not one bit slower even though she just got admonished for running.
I usher Eve into the bathroom and shut the door behind us before turning her toward the sink and running the water. I get a squirt of soap and thoroughly wash her hands and forearms before rinsing. Her skin is still pink from the food coloring, but I can’t fix that. After I dry her with a towel, I surprise her by lifting her onto the counter and setting her on her bottom.
She giggles and squirms as I push her legs wide, situate myself between them, and slide my hands up her waist. “Daddy…”
When I thumb her nipples, she shudders, her hands coming to my shoulders. Her expression changes instantly from mischievous to aroused. I pinch her hard little nubs next, making her arch and moan.
“I bet your panties are soaking wet, aren’t they, baby?”
She purses her lips, not answering me.
I cup one breast and slip my other hand down to palm her pussy. Hot. Soaked. “Mmm. Tell me about this, baby. What made you horny?”
She lowers her face and plants her forehead against my chest. Embarrassed?
I stroke through her folds and flick her clit over the cotton barrier, making her moan again. “Tell me, Evelyn,” I say sternly. “Tell Daddy why your panties are wet and your little nipples are so hard.” I tease her again, knowing I’m making it difficult for her to talk.
When she still doesn’t respond, I release her breast to slide my hand up under her shirt, pushing the material over her breasts before resuming my torment. The moment my fingers are directly on her nipple, she nearly shoots off the counter.
I have to hold her down with my elbow on her thigh. At the same time, I reach a finger under the edge of her wet panties and thrust it into her.
She cries out.
I stifle her noises by kissing her, swallowing her passionate sounds as I devour her mouth. I know she’s bombarded with sensation because she’s struggling to return my kiss. I’m not helping out. I’m still thumbing her nipple and thrusting a finger in and out of her. In addition, I’ve managed to flick her clit several times too.
It’s not hard to sense when she gets close to the edge of orgasm. Her body stiffens and she sucks in a breath. I’m feeling ornery though, so I immediately remove my fingers from her panties and her nipple.
She whimpers. “Daddy…”
“Look at me, Eve.”
She slowly lifts her gaze. Her face is flushed and she’s trembling with need.
“Tell Daddy what made you horny in the kitchen and then I’ll let you come.” It’s not like I don’t know. It’s that I want her to recognize and acknowledge what’s happening here.
“It was everything,” she whispers.
“Examples, please.” I’m not going to back down. She wouldn’t want me to anyway.
“It’s just…different now. Now that you’re here. I got aroused when Evelyn took my dress off and put Lucy’s T-shirt on me.”
“Why was that, baby?” I’m genuinely curious about this part. I hadn’t expected her arousal to go back quite that far.
She glances down.
“Evelyn,” I warn. I love the way she flinches when I call her by her full name. It makes my dick hard just to say it. “Eyes on mine.”
She lifts her gaze slowly and licks her lips. “Because I knew you would eventually find me like that in the kitchen. Find me in my panties. I wanted you to see my bottom like that. It made me horny.”
My heart is racing. Fuck. Me. I can’t stop myself from closing the gap and kissing her gently. “That makes me horny too, baby.” My voice is gravelly. “It’s so sexy. You liked listening to Lucy get reprimanded too, didn’t you?”
She nods. “It’s different. She’s not acting exactly. It’s a way of life. Not like when I submit to a Daddy at the club and pretend to be naughty. Lucy is genuine. It’s just how their dynamic works.”
“I can see that.” I grip her waist again, teasing her nipples with my thumbs. “You want that don’t you, baby?” An actual ache forms in my chest. She obviously wants that, and I can only give it to her until I solve this crime.
Part of me hopes she’s learned some things about herself in the past week and can find a Daddy who can fulfill her new needs. Part of me imagines myself punching him in the face for daring to touch her or talk to her.
I’m fucked.
I shake the maudlin from my head and focus on giving my girl what she needs, which right now is an orgasm. With one hand cupping her breast, I once again slide the other down between her legs and ease my fingers under the edge of her panties. I reach in from the top this time, tapping her clit first and circling it until she whimpers.
“Can you stay really quiet for Daddy? We don’t want everyone in the house to hear you come, do we?”
She shakes her head and purses her lips.
I doubt she can do this, but I don’t
