"Daddy... I kinda need to talk to you about something."
Daniel looked up from his phone at his daughter, Rachel. Her small, impish face didn't have the slight smirk he was used to seeing, so he knew whatever it was, it needed his full attention. He put his phone on the table and gave her a small smile.
"What's up, Rae? You know you can talk to me about anything."
That... was an understatement.
Rachel's mother had walked out on them when she was little, citing a bunch of different reasons she wasn't happy with their relationship -- needing more variety, feeling trapped, various kinds of inadequacies in and out of the bedroom, the list went on. Ultimately, nothing Daniel tried helped, and he was left to raise a little girl on his own, so the idea of "awkward to talk to Dad" was kind of ludicrous.
He was the one who had to walk her through puberty, and how to deal with her monthlies.
He listened to her issues with friends, enemies, partners, sexual identity, planning for the future and living in the moment.
He'd held her when she cried, stayed calm when she needed to scream out her feelings, soothed her when she was sick, kept her safe and sane in times when that was all but impossible.
Point is -- they very rarely had secrets from each other, and her clear reluctance to put whatever this was into words told him that he should be ready for a bombshell.
She sighed in frustration, then steeled herself, clearly deciding to just dive into things and hope for the best.
"Ok, do you remember a few months ago, when I kinda walked in on you masturbating in the office?"
Daniel winced and sucked in a sharp breath through his clenched teeth. Whatever he was expecting, it wasn't THAT.
His situation with his ex-wife had ultimately been rooted in two major factors -- the size of his dick (average, but nothing too impressive), and the size of his kink.
He'd loved her, treated her like she was all that mattered to him.
She wanted to be used. To be a plaything, a toy for pleasure and not an equal partner.
In the end, his efforts to give her what she wanted made things worse, but they also unlocked some...rather deep kinks of his own.
Women getting used like meat, yes, but not by him.
He started to love violent, kinky porn, but as the observer, watching eager sluts used by "better" men.
In fact, had they been able to talk about this before things went sideways, they might have been able to open up their marriage to a more dominant man, but perhaps not.
He'd never know now.
But unfortunately, that meant when Rachel had come home unexpectedly, and caught Daniel furiously jacking off, the smut playing on his computer was VERY graphic and dark.
"Let me say again, Rachel, I am SO sorry that you-"
She cut him off with a wave of her hand.
"Let me finish, Dad. I'm not upset... but I was curious, so the next day, when you were at work... I started looking at your browser history."
He drew in a breath to say something, but once again stopped at her gesture.
"You clearly tried to delete it, but you know us 'kids', we always know the tricks you old farts don't! Anyway... long story short... I LIKED what I saw. I liked the idea of being so submissive, of men roughly taking what they wanted, that sort of thing. I know this isn't exactly something I should be talking about with you, but it's led to a...situation."
Daniel sat upright, his mind racing with worry. If anyone had hurt his little girl...
"It's not what you think. I've been being super careful, but that's part of the problem. I've been talking with guys online, trying to find someone safe and sane to try this with... but you can only go so far trying to make sure nothing bad will happen. You taught me to look out for myself, and that's what's happening."
She took a deep, calming breath, clearly trying to get to the "hard part".
"Ok... so... I have a date set up tomorrow to try to experience it, but I'm worried about going to a stranger's house to do things like this without some kind of...backup? I know this will be super awkward, and it's kind of a horrible thing to put on your shoulders, but I was hoping you'd be willing to pose as my boyfriend, and be in the next room like I'm "cucking" you, that way I have someone close by to keep things from going horribly wrong?"
Well, here we are. Get it together, man. She's exploring her kinks, and she's doing it calmly and safely. You're just here to make sure she stays safe. That's your most important job. Even if it means being in the next room while-
Daniel cut that thought off, just like every time it had come up since last night. Initially, he'd flat out refused, but the discussion had continued -- suggesting putting things off until she was more sure of the guy, getting one of her friends to be her safety net, anything but the idea she'd proposed.
But Rachel was a force of nature -- determined, strong-willed, and stubborn. She'd worn down his resistance, ultimately convincing him, by reminding him that she was, at least legally speaking, a grown woman, and she was doing what she felt she had to do to explore this safely, and no one could guarantee that better than her father could.
A dark, nagging whisper in the back of his mind also told him that if he'd supported her mother's kinks, maybe things would have turned out differently...
He glanced over at the passenger seat as he parked the car at the unfamiliar apartment complex across town. He barely recognized his daughter, her soft brown hair bound back in a tight ponytail, her lipstick darker and richer than usual, the tight shirt drawing attention to the generous cleavage she got from her mother...
What is WRONG with me? She's my daughter... even if she wants her "date" to see her as a...NO, Dan. Stop.
As if she could somehow sense the gaze on her, and felt the thoughts behind it, Rachel shyly smiled back.
