"I can't believe it's so late," I panted while receiving a hickey, "really, Landon I have to go."
Raindrops hit steamy car windows. We were parked at the edge of my driveway.
"Come on, Eve. Your old man's probably asleep anyway." He rolled down my white knee sock, caressed my calf because he thought he ought to. His sandpaper palm made its up my naked thigh, first resting on the outside, then making a quick dart for my cotton panty clad snatch.
"Don't." I turned my lips away from him.
"Why?" I looked into emerald green eyes.
"Because...I just have to go, okay!" I unlocked my door and covered my braided raven locks with my college notebook. I'd lied again to Daddy and told him that Landon and I had to study for an English 1A exam.
My Mary Jane shoes plodded along brick garden stones. I hurried fast as I could. Reaching the ebony door I paused, thinking of another lie of why I was an hour over curfew. About to put the key in the lock all was lost, the door clicked open on its own.
"Shit." I cursed under pursed lips.
"It's late." Daddy in his chocolate brown robe and bare feet, his dark hair was tousled, his eyes groggy.
"I'm sorry. It's just-well we got wrapped up in studying..." I shifted my feet, twiddled a braid and bit my lip.
"You're lying," Daddy stood aside to let me walk in, "you know I can always tell when you're lying." Daddy's voice was hushed and deep with a slight remaining English accent. "Come to the library."
I threw my book bag to the floor, tossed my notepad on the nearby hall desk, and with my head down made my way to the library.
Daddy made his way to the bar. That was how I knew I was in trouble. He kept one bottle of scotch for these occasions. He poured himself a small glass and made his way to his favorite chair. "Are you angry?" I asked with wide eyes.
Daddy now slumped on his chair shifted his feet and lay rest to them on the ottoman. He sipped generously and swallowed hard.
"What do you think, Eve?" Spoken as a question that doesn't require an answer. He continued, "Don't think I don't know what you've been doing. Studying? Ha!"
"Daddy..." I made my way to the leather couch by the fireplace.
"Don't interrupt." He pushed the ottoman with his feet, closer to me and sat himself down upon it, scooting in close. "Now, I'm going to ask you a question and don't lie, because I'll know."
My look down cast, I opened my knees and propped myself up on elbows to give a look of full attention.
"What is it, Daddy?" I trembled
He put a cold hand on my cheek, then suddenly took hold of a braid and pulled my ear to his mouth.
"How many have there been, Eve?" His hot breath lent a chill down my spine.
"How many what, Daddy?" I feigned innocence.
"Listen to me," he took my braid a pulled my head down to his lap, "I'm not fucking around, do you understand me. Men. I'm talking about men that you've fucked. How many have there been?"
"Only one, Daddy. I swear." My response muffled by his plush robe. "Just Landon, that's it I swear." I pleaded my case and could feel Daddy getting hard from underneath that chocolate robe.
"Liar!" Daddy screamed as I was pushed from his lap and landed hard back onto the couch.
"No, Daddy...really, it's the truth." I squirmed back in my seat as he came to me quick, with a certain determination.
"No, it's not true, because Daddy has had you as well. That makes two by my count, doesn't it?" "Yes."
"I'll ask you again. How many, Eve?" He stroked my cheek lovingly.
"Two, Daddy." Lamely I held up two tiny fingers.
"That's right, good girl." His voice became soft and placating. "Now you know what happens to girls who first tell lies, don't you?"
I untied Daddy's robe and wetted my lips, looked up with my big brown eyes. Daddy grabbed hold of my wrist and snatched my hand off the tie of his robe with a quick reprehensive touch.
"Oh, no, no, no. You don't get it yet." A light stinging slap was delivered to my left cheek. "Stand up."
I stood and swung my hips back and forth like an impatient child. I felt a tingle in my pussy; it readied itself for Daddy.
