It had been one week. One long, awful week.
My Daddy had been on a business trip to a rural part of the country, due to this I hadn't seen or even heard from him at all.
It was mid summer so my skin stuck to itself uncomfortably as I sat by the door completely nude, on my knees, hands gripping my upper thighs, awaiting his return.
My heart jumped as the door swung open and shiny black leather shoes came into view when he stepped inside.
He placed his briefcase on the hallway table then positioned himself in-front of me.
He gently stroked my hair before hooking a long finger beneath my chin before tilting my head upwards until my gaze met his.
"Hello Princess." he said in his husky tone that always causes a tingle between my legs.
"How was your week without me?"
I immediately blurted out everything.
"It was awful daddy, I missed you so much and I hardly knew what to do with myself."
He let out a low chuckle before reassuring me that he missed me too and instructing me to rise from my knees.
I gripped my thighs even tighter as I did this only releasing them to wrap my arms around his chest and nuzzle my head into his neck.
He held me tightly then moved me back and headed into the lounge room, taking a seat on the lounge.
"Princess, can you fix me a drink?" he called.
"Yes Daddy." I replied eagerly while hurrying to the kitchen.
I took a glass and his favourite bottle of scotch from the shelf before moving to the freezer.
My blood ran cold.
Not because of the ice in my hand but because he was going to see.
I finished pouring the drink then made my way to him, careful not to spill it.
I breathed a short lived sigh of relief seeing his eyes were on the tv, suddenly a floorboard creaked beneath me and he turned towards me.
"What's that?" he demanded.
"It's nothing Daddy." I insisted
"Get over here now." he bellowed.
I scurried over, placing his drink down.
He took a long sip before placing down the glass and bringing his hands to my thighs.
I winced as he pressed firmly.
"Why did you cut yourself?" he said coldly.
I stayed silent.
He pressed hard, making me yelp as he growled, demanding a response.