I woke up suddenly and in a cold sweat. I felt nauseous and throwing the covers off I ran to the bathroom and stood there, trying to calm down. My heart felt like it was beating too fast while memories raced through my mind of what had happened the evening before. I could still taste Sabrina on my lips and my dick still ached with a desire at war with my mind. How could I do that to her? I have known her since she was just a little kid. She had grown into a beautiful nineteen-year-old woman but that was no excuse for what I had done. I needed to sit down so I moved back to my bed, sitting with my head held in my hands as I focused on my breathing.
My breathing slowed and my thoughts began to settle. I couldn't change what I had done, but I could stop this here and now. I could apologize and tell her I was destroying the evidence. Feeling more control of myself, I fired up my server and looked for last night's file. I hovered over the delete button, unexpectedly feeling intense anxiety and reluctance. I could feel my hand shaking and with a sinking feeling I instead went to the live feed of my daughter's bedroom where Sabrina was sleeping.
She was sleeping fitfully and had obviously cried herself to sleep. Her normally pale face was still blotchy and even in her sleep a grimace was evident.
I
had done this to her. As I watched her toss and turn in her sleep, I felt all my anxiety fade away. I no longer felt sick, the feelings dying inside of me and replaced by an overwhelming need. Looking at her in the video I knew that I did not genuinely want to change what was happening. She deserved to be treated like this for the way she had been acting. It was up to me to teach her.
Quietly I left the room and padded my way to her room. I tried the door only to find it was locked. It took a moment for this fact to sink in, and what it finally did I was filled with rage. Rage at Sabrina for locking the door. Rage at myself for not having thought of this sooner. From tomorrow on, she would be sleeping with me in my own bed. I slipped back to my room and laid awake while staring at her on the TV until morning came, plotting what I would do once that door was open.
Unable to lay in bed any longer, I got up and wandered into the kitchen to make breakfast. I turned the stove on and pulled out the ingredients to make bacon, home made butter milk pancakes with vanilla, cinnamon and toast. She had always loved my pancakes; it was the one breakfast item that I would ever claim I was genuinely good at making. Soon the smell of sizzling bacon and pancakes was filling the house. I knew that you could smell whatever was made in the kitchen in my daughter's room even with the door closed. She did not eat dinner last night, so I know she was starving.
I smiled when the door finally opened and she exited, a grimace on her face at the sight of food. The frown deepened when she looked up at me. Her face was always pale but now it was abnormally pale as she quickly looked away, refusing to meet my eyes. Sounding like she was about to cry she said, "I'm not hungry. Just please take me to school and I won't tell anyone about last night." I stared at her silently in response as she grew more and more uncomfortable.
"I spent all of this morning making sure to make you some of your favorite breakfast foods, and you just want to throw it away? I think not. Sit down. Eat your food." My words were cold but by the end they could have frozen water. Tears welled up in her eyes but did not fall as she dropped her book bag and sat down. My eyes bore into hers. "You aren't eating." I watched at she picked up a fork and took a small bite out of the pancake. She took a couple smaller bites then finally a larger one.
I smiled at her and filled up a glass with milk and brought it to her. "I know that you are stressed about what happened last night. I know it must feel weird for you to have your friend's dad do that kind of stuff to you. You must understand just how beautiful you are Sabrina. I have watched you grow from a kid into a beautiful and sexy young lady. I have been watching as you were on the verge of throwing all of that away for some good for nothing kid! He does not love you. He does not appreciate you. You are just a warm cunt for him to get his dick wet in. He will not care if your life is ruined by him. He will just move on and leave you with all the consequences."
She had stopped eating and tears of shame and frustration flowed down her face now. I was being cruel, and I did not stop. "Your parents would abandon you. You would be a single mother who had to give up her dreams and drop out of college. Work a dead-end job while your child grows up without a father or a mother, as you will be to busy working to properly take care of it. That is the fate you were heading for. That is the fate that I have saved you from. I know that you may not be able to now, but one day you will thank me for it."
I moved behind her and began to softly massage her neck and shoulders while I spoke. In response, her body stiffened like a board. "You see, I will support you. I will treat you like you deserve to be treated. I will not let your parents abandon you. I will not let you waste away in some hell hole of a job. No, I will not allow that to happen at all. You are far to precious to be wasted like that!"
I could feel my heartbeat increase due to the contact with her skin. I closed my eyes to savor the feel while my hands starting inching closer to her chest instead of her back. "It will be strange for you. For a while, at least. It will be worth it though. We are worth it." My hand entered her shirt and slipped inside her bra to cup her small breast. "You, Sabrina, you are worth it." My voice had grown husky with desire.
