Daddy’s Slut

“Later,” he says. “Right now, we need to talk.”

“Talk?” I say. The seed of panic in my mind is growing into a full-fledged tree. I force myself to smile and say, “Why would you want me to use my mouth to talk when I can use it to suck you empty?”

I’m not usually this vulgar but the panic I feel is making me desperate. I reach for his pants again and he pushes me away.

Well, okay, he doesn’t push me away, he just grabs my hands so I can’t undo his belt, but it sure feels like he’s pushing me away. My lower lip begins to tremble and I say, “Daddy, don’t you want me?”

The most terrifying thing I can imagine him saying is that he doesn’t want me anymore and he thinks we should break up. What he actually says is somehow even more terrifying.

“I do want you, Tami. The real you. All of you. Not just the submissive little girl who enjoys pleasing me. I want to know who you really are. I want to know your hopes and dreams and fears and goals and worries. I want to know the woman you want to be