His eyes are brown.  She knew that of course but she stared at the brown eyes like they were the first time she’d seen them.  They were tired eyes but they still managed to twinkle as they looked at her.  She smiled.

Those hazel eyes looked at her like she was the only woman in the restaurant.  He was the only man there for her at least. She held his hand as they talked to one another in their own language.  They understood one another.

“Do you have to go to the bathroom?” she asked.  She fretted over him and most times he enjoyed that.

“No baby.”

They held hands and talked more.  She asked him again.

As they prepared to leave and pay the check she asked again.

He leaned into her neck to get close to her ear.  His proximity elevated her heartbeat.  It always did, but that close to that spot on her neck weakened her knees as well.

“If you want Daddy to beat you little girl, all you have to do is ask.”

She bit her lip and stifled a giggle.

“Daddy?  Do you have to go potty?”

He took her hand as they walked across the parking lot.  She felt safe walking beside him.  She looked up at him and smiled.

“I love you Daddy.”

“I love you baby girl.”

They walked to the van and a twinge of melancholy hit her.  He had to leave after their breakfast.  She didn’t like it when Daddy left her.  She wanted him to always stay with her.  Good little girls understand though that Daddys have to go away sometimes but they always come back to the girls they love.

He opened the car door for her and she go into the passenger seat.  As she turned to grab her seatbelt she felt that same hand she was holding seconds ago around her neck.  His mouth was on her instantly. His tongue violated her mouth in the most delicious of ways causing her back to arch towards his other hand which was headed into her shirt.

His fingers found her nipples immediately and squeezed. She exhaled into his mouth returning his kiss with greed with lust with need. His kiss she felt in her vagina, like she always did. She was wet in seconds.

His hand left her throat to guide her hands to his crotch.  He was hard.  She moaned. She touched him through his jeans angry at the denim for denying her his warmth in her hands.

He pulled and pinched at both her nipples.  He smiled as she squirmed.

“Daddy….”

“Did I tell you to move your hand little girl?”

She returned to his crotch, reaching inside until her hand met flesh.  Her tremble match his sharp inhale.

As she massaged him he freed her breasts from the cotton of her bra  and began to lick and bite them. He started on her left breast, biting and sucking.  He stopped only long enough to admire the imprint of his teeth on caramel flesh then dove back in to find a different untouched spot to mark.

At this point she’d normally fret that they were in public, in a busy parking lot.  People can see us she would think to herself. She’d long ago learned that those protests were met with a higher intensity on his part and she was close to bursting already. She was overwhelmed with the sensational pain of his incisors and the extraordinary pleasure that rippled through her at the same time.

His touch always made her that way.

 

Aphrodite Brown