Author's note:
This is the third chapter in the story of Rebecca and her father John, in which Rebecca makes an unusual request that goes way beyond the traditional daddy-daughter dynamic.
I strongly recommend reading the first two chapters before this, or a lot of things aren't going to make much sense.
I'll repeat my warning that this story is very heavy on daddy-daughter and female orgasm denial stuff, and that it's a slow burn with heavy romance elements.
Enjoy!
Thursday Evening
Rebecca's eyes fluttered open.
"Daddy?" she said drowsily, looking up at him with a bedroom smile. In her mind, she was relaxing in his arms, totally spent after he'd given her what was hands-down the best fuck of her life, even though he didn't allow her to orgasm.
It took her a confused second to realize that she was no longer dreaming, and that she was, in fact, still just sitting beside him on the couch, fully clothed and mostly decent.
She blushed, her eyes widening, afraid that he'd somehow be able to tell what she'd been dreaming about. She was a bit disturbed at exactly how depraved her dreams had become, and even more at how much that had turned her on. She was so tingly it almost felt like her entire body was buzzing.
With a start, she noticed that she was clinging to him, her legs invitingly open, her left thigh draped over his right. She was halfway onto his lap.
"Oh," she said, embarrassed, her blush deepening. "I... I-I'm sorry..."
"Shh," he hushed her gently, smiling knowingly at her. "It's okay, baby girl."
"D-did I...? W-was I...?" she stammered incoherently, not exactly sure what she was asking.
He just chuckled, nodding.
"Oh my god," she murmured, her voice trembling, horrified at herself.
He cupped her chin in one big hand, his deep brown eyes looking into hers.
"Don't worry about it," he said, smiling reassuringly. "It's okay. Really."
She blinked, still a bit confused. "B-but - "
"You just had a wet dream, sweetie," he whispered, kissing her on the forehead. "Happens to us all. Nothing to worry about."
She just sat there for a while, still clinging to him simply because she didn't know what else to do. Also, she really didn't want to let go. She felt exposed, knowing that she'd basically just had dream-sex right there on her dad's lap. Knowing that he knew.
But his reaction made it all feel okay, somehow. She decided to finally come clean.
"Daddy?" she said in a tiny voice, biting her lip nervously. "There's... There's something I think I need to talk about, but - I... I don't know..." she trailed off, nearly losing her courage again.
"You can always tell me anything, sweetheart," he said, looking into her eyes again. "Anything. You understand?"
She nodded, gathering her thoughts for a moment. Finally, she took a deep breath, deciding to just come out and say it.
"I can't cum anymore," she finally admitted, her cheeks flushing. "I... I've tried, but I... I just can't get there."
He just looked at her, a sympathetic smile on his lips, waiting patiently for her to go on. It encouraged her.
"It feels like I'm going to when I... you know. But it's like I just can't get over the edge. I don't know why," she said, the words coming more and more easily. "I'm feeling so desperate and needy, like I'm constantly just about to explode."
"I'm just so fucking horny all the time!" she finally blurted as the final dam seemed to break inside her. "I don't know what to do, daddy..."
She felt a powerful surge of emotion at finally lending words to her predicament to her beloved father, and a couple of hot tears trickled their way down her cheeks.
He looked at her for a moment, then smiled.
"First of all," he said gently, "I'm so very grateful that you trust me enough to tell me this."
She nodded, sniffling and wiping her eyes with the back of her hand.
"Well," she said, a small smile finding its way onto her face, "I just basically had a wet dream on your lap, so I guess I sort of owe you an explanation."
He chuckled.
"Oh god," she said, her embarrassment suddenly returning. "I hope I didn't dry-hump your leg or anything!"
"Don't worry," he reassured her, smiling. "No humping. Dry or otherwise."
She felt relieved about that part at least.
"So," he said after a while, "tell me what's happening."
"Well," she explained, "I've had a harder and harder time, um... finding my climax... for the last couple of months."
He nodded encouragingly.
"To start with, it got to where I could only get there using the vibrator, even though I used to be able to get off fine with just my fingers," she said, feeling more than a bit weird telling her dad, but she continued anyway.
"And for the last week or so, it's completely eluded me. I just... I just can't cum."
"Not even with the vibrator?"
"No," she pouted. "Stupid thing died on me before I could get there. Every day this week."
"Well, that must suck," he simply said, and she couldn't help laughing at the unguarded honesty of his candid comment.
"Believe me, it does," she said with a chuckle.
"Maybe we should get you one with a cord?" he suggested thoughtfully after a moment's consideration, his voice completely serious.
That's my daddy,
she thought adoringly,
always the problem solver.
She suddenly giggled and then laughed.
"Sorry," she said, "I just can't believe that we're actually having this conversation."
"It's a little surreal," he admitted, chuckling, "I'll grant you that."
"But it might not be a bad idea," she said. "With the corded vibrator, I mean." "Even though my clit is sore as hell after a week of self-inflicted abuse," she added after a moment's thought, and then breaking out laughing once again. "I'm not sure it'll forgive me anytime soon."
"That sounds painful," he said, his sympathetic chuckle giving way to a laugh.
They just laughed together for a while at the pure absurdity of the situation.
"Yeah," she finally said, still twitching with laughter. "I'm so red down there it looks like rugburn or something."
He laughed again.
After another pause, he looked pensive again.
"Maybe..." he started before trailing off.
"Yes?" she said encouragingly, genuinely interested in any input he might have.
"Maybe - " he started again. "And please, let me know if this is getting a little too personal - maybe it's not about the tools, so to speak, but about the, um... motivation."
She furrowed her brows, unsure what he meant. He tried again, obviously concerned that he might be crossing a line she didn't want crossed.
"Go on," she prompted, clearly intrigued.
"Well..." he said, stopping again. "I'm somewhat reluctant to ask my teen daughter what she thinks about while she's masturbating," he said, looking a little awkward, "but maybe that's where the problem is?"
She thought about that, unsure how much to tell him. He was aware that she had sexual thoughts about him - she'd pretty much told him as much, straight up, and that hadn't scared him away - but she had no idea how he'd react to the depraved fantasies she'd just acted out in her dreams only a few minutes earlier.
But she knew he had hit the nail on the head with that.
After all, she'd discovered by accident that there was indeed something that could get her off. And not just get her off but make her full-on explode. She'd just been afraid to admit it to herself until now.
"Um," she started, blushing deeply.
"We don't have to talk about it if it makes you uncomfortable," he said, sounding a little apologetic for even bringing it up. "Maybe we should just - "
"No!" she said quickly. "It's... it's fine. I mean, yeah, it is sort of weird to talk about, but... I think I need to."
He just nodded, taking her hand and giving it a little reassuring squeeze while she ordered her thoughts.
Might as well just get it off my chest,
she thought. She took a deep breath, gathering her courage.
"I... I just used to think about... ordinary stuff. You know, a cute guy touching me... fucking me." She looked nervously at him, but he just smiled encouragingly.
"Just any cute guy?" he asked.
"Maybe at first," she admitted, "but I'm sort of... well... I kind of like older guys. Kind of a lot."
"Okay," he nodded again, without a hint of judgement or disapproval. Her courage was growing.
"And after a while, I... um. It got a little more... advanced," she said, saying the final word slowly and deliberately.
"Advanced?"
"Yeah," she said, fidgeting with the hem of her t-shirt. "Like... some light domination stuff. You know, like... being held down, told what to do, being used... stuff like that."
She paused, looking at him, half expecting him to be horrified at her kinks. Seeing that he still just looked at her with concern and love in his eyes, a knowing smile crooking the corner of his mouth, she continued.
"But lately, even that hasn't worked either," she said. "Just one thing has," she added in a tiny soft whisper that somehow still managed to convey the great effort it had taken her to say it.
"Wait. One thing has? But I thought - "
"Yeah, I know," she sighed. "I've sort of been trying to ignore it. But there is one thing that's taken me over the edge lately." "Even though I didn't allow myself to actually cum from it," she added hurriedly.
That last comment left him wondering, but he didn't want to derail her thoughts just to satisfy his curiosity.
"What was it?" he asked instead.
"You're going to think I'm a total freak," she murmured, burying her face in her hands and turning away.
