Sanctuary in Her Fathers Arms

The Phone Call

Kendra's fingers trembled with anxious energy as she pressed her phone to her ear. The sun was low and in her eyes, draining her further of her energy. She had stayed late at work, and the parking lot where she sat was nearly empty. As the line rang, each tone felt heavy with the weight of her day's exhaustion. Finally, a warm click and a familiar voice: "Hello, princess." Her father's timbre was laced with concern even before she spoke. Kendra exhaled a breath she didn't realize she was holding, her chest easing with relief at the sound of Him.

"Hi, Daddy," she replied softly, her voice betraying just how drained she was. She tried to muster some cheer, but she struggled a bit. He could immediately sense something was off in her voice, like a delicate chime sounding a wrong note. "What's wrong, babygirl?" he asked gently, worry threading through each syllable. Kendra swallowed, one hand gripping the steering wheel as if it could anchor her. "I'm okay... just tired. I just-- I want to come home to my dad," she admitted, her tone small and longing. In the silence that followed, she could picture the creases forming on his forehead, the way his protective instincts must be flaring.

"Drive safe and come home, my beautiful daughter," he murmured tenderly after a moment. "I'll be here. And when you get home," he promised, "you won't have to worry about a thing. I'll take care of you. I'll take care of everything." His voice was a soothing caress over the phone, wrapping around her like a warm blanket. A shaky smile found its way to Kendra's lips as relief and gratitude welled in her chest. "Thank you... I love you," she whispered. "I love you too. You are my heart" he answered, steady and sure. Even over the phone, the devotion in his voice was palpable. As the call ended, Kendra felt the first true calm she'd experienced all day. Her Daddy was waiting, and that knowledge alone eased the ache of her weariness.

Her father had been her refuge for so long. Kendra's parents split up not long after she went to college, and her dad ended up changing his entire life, and getting a new job several states in the same town where Kendra went to school, so he could be closer to her. By her junior year, it honestly made more financial sense for her to move back in with her father. Soon after she moved in, she became intoxicated by the way he was always there for her, treated her like a princess, and left her beyond measure. It wasn't long after that they fell deeply in love, and for her college graduation, her father had purchased her a beautiful diamond ring, and they got married shortly thereafter.

It's been over five years, and she couldn't imagine leading a happier life with any other man.

Homecoming

The drive home blurred past in a haze of anticipation. As she stepped onto the porch, the door opened before she could reach for the knob, revealing her husband -- her Daddy -- framed in the warm light spilling out from inside.

He had clearly been watching for her arrival, worry and love etched across his handsome face. In that moment, seeing him standing there, everything else fell away. "Welcome home, My Beloved," he said, voice low and rich with relief. Kendra barely managed a whispered "Daddy..." before he swept her into his arms. Their bodies collided in a fierce, tender embrace. She melted against his chest, breathing him in -- the scent of cologne and soap and the unmistakable essence of home. He held her tight as if to reassure himself she was really there, safe in his embrace at last.

Inside, the house was exactly as she imagined: soft candlelight dancing on the walls, a gentle lullaby of music playing from the stereo, and the air carrying a faint hint of her favorite scent. He had prepared all of this for her. The realization made her emotional even as she smiled. "You did all this... for me?" she breathed against his shoulder. He pulled back just enough to cup her face in his large hands. "Of course I did," he murmured, his brown eyes searching hers. "I've got you. You're home now, and I've got you." The words, coupled with the earnest heat in his gaze, sent a surge of warmth through her.

He kissed her then -- a deep, hungry kiss that stole what little breath she had left. It was the kind of kiss that made her toes curl and time stop. Kendra answered with equal fervor, pouring all her pent-up longing and love into it. His hands began to roam gently over her back and hips, reacquainting themselves with every curve as if he hadn't held her just that morning. She whimpered softly into his mouth, her exhaustion alchemizing into need under the slow stroke of his tongue and the insistent press of his body against hers. When they finally parted, both were breathing hard. In her eyes, he saw the stress of the day already giving way to desire and trust. In his eyes, she saw only adoration and the promise that he was going to take care of his girl, just as he'd vowed.

Worship

He guided her to the couch, each step measured and patient, as if moving too fast might break the spell of the moment. Kendra's legs felt weak with relief and arousal; she was grateful when the backs of her knees met the couch and she could sink down onto the cushions. Her Daddy knelt in front of her without hesitation -- not just as a lover about to pleasure his wife and his daughter, but as a devoted man kneeling at the altar of his Princess. The candlelight cast dancing halos in his eyes as he looked up at her, reverence evident in the set of his shoulders and the gentle grip of his hands on her thighs.

With a loving smile and a slight nod, Kendra granted him everything. She leaned back, heart fluttering, and allowed her legs to part before his gaze. "Let me take care of you now, little girl." he whispered. There was an almost ceremonial air to his voice, a quiet intensity that made her shiver.

He began by lifting her right foot in his broad hands, undoing her work shoe with deliberate care. The shoe dropped to the floor and he pressed a tender kiss to the top of her foot, then each of her toes through the thin stocking. Kendra giggled softly at the tickle of his lips, affection blooming in her chest. One by one, he removed both of her shoes and then slowly rolled down her socks, his fingers kneading gently into her arches in a brief, soothing massage. After a long day, the relief was exquisite; she sighed, tension easing from her muscles under his attentive touch.

His palms glided up from her ankles to her calves as he settled between her knees. He reached for the button of her pants and opened it, then the zipper, each snick of metal loud in the hush of the candlelit room. Inch by inch, he drew her pants down, revealing the creamy skin of her legs. He paused to press adoring kisses along her shins and the sensitive spot just above her knee, making her breath hitch. As the pants finally slipped free and were cast aside, his hands skimmed back up, following the path of those kisses but this time on her bare skin. Kendra trembled, watching him through heavy-lidded eyes. Every touch felt like a benediction. He was methodical and unhurried, unwrapping his precious gift with utmost care.

When his fingertips found the lace waistband of her panties, he met her gaze. Her answer was clear in the way she lifted her hips slightly, offering herself. The corner of his mouth lifted in a soft smile -- pride, love, and hunger all mingling in that expression. With reverence, he peeled the last garment from her body, the pretty pink lace sliding down her thighs. The moment her panties slipped past her knees, he caught the first delicate hint of her intimate scent. A low groan escaped him, his eyes fluttering shut for a beat as he breathed her in. "So sweet... and all for me....," he muttered, voice thick with hunger and awe.

Kendra's cheeks burned with a blush, but she felt no embarrassment -- not under the heat of his gaze that made her feel like the most beautiful creature on earth. She was laid bare before him, and in his eyes it was clear that he worshipped what he saw. His strong hands guided her thighs further apart, and he inhaled again deliberately, greedily, as if memorizing her unique fragrance of arousal and womanhood. Her core throbbed under that gaze and she bit her lip, anticipation coiling hot and tight in her belly.

He began his worship with a feather-light trail of kisses along the inside of her thigh, starting near her knee and moving upward millimeter by millimeter. Each press of his lips was soft and unhurried, yet each inch closer to her center made Kendra's breath draw shorter, her fingers clutch at the cushions beneath her. By the time he was nuzzling the tender crease where her thigh met her hip, she was trembling, a soft whine of need escaping her throat. He glanced up, catching her gaze. "Easy," he soothed, one hand rubbing slow circles on her left hip, grounding her. "I've got you. Relax for me, babygirl." His words washed over her like warm honey, and she forced herself to release the tension in her muscles, sinking further into the couch.

At last, with a reverence that bordered on devout, her father lowered his mouth to the ache between her thighs. Kendra gasped as she felt the first brush of his lips against her most sensitive flesh. He kissed her there as though he were kissing her mouth -- softly, deeply, with endless affection. A long, shuddering sigh fell from her lips as his tongue finally parted her, gliding through her folds to gather the taste of her desire. He groaned appreciatively against her, the vibration of it making her toes curl. To him, she tasted like heaven -- his daughter, a flavor he could live on and die for.

He took his time, exploring her with slow, languid laps of his tongue, as if savoring a rare, precious nectar. Every few strokes he would pause to swirl the tip of his tongue in a lazy circle, teasing that hidden bundle of nerves that made stars bloom behind her eyelids. Kendra's head tipped back against the cushion, her breaths turning into breathless moans. The gentle music playing in the background was lost now beneath the pounding of her heart and the wet, sinful sounds of his mouth loving her. He was meticulous and loving, learning her anew, gauging every gasp and quiver.

When he suckled gently at her sensitive pearl, her hand flew to his hair, fingers tangling in his dark locks as she cried out. "That's it, princess," he purred against her, his voice vibrating right against that tender bud of pleasure. "Let it all go. Daddy's got you." His encouragement and the exquisite rhythm of his tongue sent her spiraling. Kendra's world narrowed to that single point of bliss. The stress of the day, the weight on her shoulders, all of it burned away in the heat building in her core. She felt herself racing toward the edge -- and he knew it too, from the way her thighs tensed beneath his palms and her cries climbed in pitch. Rather than speeding up, he stayed steady and soft, drawing her pleasure out, coaxing her higher with a patient fervor. Each glide of his tongue and gentle suckle was an unspoken I love you.

Finally, her father was greeted with that exquisite phrase, his favorite song, "Daddy, can I cum?" Kendra whispered. "Yes, Princess. Cum in my mouth" was his reply, then he set about pushing her off the cliff she was standing on. When her release blossomed, it was with a sharp, beautiful cry. Kendra shattered around his tongue, her inner muscles clenching desperately on nothing as wave after wave of ecstasy crashed over her. Her free hand gripped the couch and her thighs quaked around his head, but he held her hips firmly, anchoring her through the storm. A prideful growl rumbled in his chest as he continued to lap at her gently, drinking in the essence of his daughter, easing her through her climax and prolonging her pleasure until she was whimpering with oversensitivity. Only then did he slow, pressing soothing kisses to her tender flesh, nuzzling her as she came down from the high.

Kendra's body felt boneless and light, draped on the couch as she floated in sated bliss. Her skin was aglow with a sheen of sweat, and tears of relief and joy dampened her lashes. He rose from between her legs, ascending over her like the tide, and she reached for him weakly. Their mouths met in a searing kiss. She tasted the salt and sweetness of herself on his lips and it made her moan softly into his mouth. Her arms wound around his neck as he kissed her deeply, slowly. There was gratitude in that kiss -- from both of them. She silently thanked him for this gift of release, and he thanked her for trusting him with every part of herself.

A soft giggle escaped Kendra as the kiss broke and she licked at his lower lip, playfully chasing the taste of her own pleasure that still slicked his chin. He chuckled, nipping at her tongue affectionately before pulling back. Her Daddy's eyes were heavy with love and heated desire as he gazed at her thoroughly debauched form. "Feel better, babygirl?" he murmured, brushing back a strand of hair stuck to her damp forehead. Kendra nodded, voice still lost in the afterglow, but her answering smile and the serene delight on her face said everything. Just then she felt a light smack on her hip. She looked at her father and he smiled "I worked hard for you little girl. What do good girls say when their daddy lets them cum?" Another smile and giggle emanates from Kendra as she smiles at him and says "Thank you, Daddy."

Surrender

Her respite did not last long -- and she didn't want it to. Though her limbs were relaxed and her mind blissfully blank, a new hunger was already kindling inside her as she felt the evidence of his arousal pressed against her thigh. He had tended to her needs so completely, igniting her body and calming her spirit; now her gaze drifted down between them where a distinct hardness strained against his jeans. Love and desire flared anew in Kendra's chest. With a coy blush, she reached trembling fingers to the hem of his shirt. "May I undress you, Daddy?" she asked softly, her voice still a little unsteady.

His answering smile was full of warmth. "Yes, princess," he replied, guiding her hands under the fabric. "I want you to." Together, they tugged his shirt upwards. He pulled it off over his head in one smooth motion. Kendra sighed appreciatively, trailing her fingertips across his skin. The candlelight caressed his body as lovingly as she did, casting flickering shadows, while under her reverent touch, he let out a quiet groan -- her gentle caress lighting fireworks across his nerves.

She continued her task, emboldened by his reactions. Her hands moved to his belt buckle, and with his subtle nod of encouragement, she unfastened it, fingers brushing against the heated bulge beneath. He inhaled sharply at her light touch. The leather belt slithered free, and she unbuttoned his jeans, pulling down the zipper slowly. Her Daddy rose to his feet so she could more easily tug the denim down over his hips. Kendra bit her lip as his arousal sprang free, heavy and flushed with need, once his boxers followed and joined the heap of clothes on the floor. She couldn't help the way her eyes darkened with lust at the sight of him -- every thick, rigid inch of him ready for her. A fresh wave of heat pooled in her belly at the realization that this was because of her, for her.

His voice pulled her attention back up to his face. "Come here, My Beloved," he whispered, helping her stand on shaky legs. As soon as she was upright, he claimed her mouth again in a slow, sensual kiss, one hand cradling the back of her head. His bare skin pressed against her naked body, the sensation electric: the soft curves of her form against the hard planes of his. Kendra moaned into the kiss, sliding her palms up his chest to loop around his neck. She felt small and safe enveloped in his embrace, even as his towering presence and the thick length nudging against her stomach reminded her of the potent power he held.

When they broke apart, both were flushed and panting lightly. His eyes roamed over her face and then down her body, as if reassuring himself she was truly alright and ready for more. Satisfied by the eager light in her eyes, he gently turned her by the shoulders. "Hands on the couch, sweetheart," he instructed softly. His voice had taken on a richer, commanding note that made her stomach flutter. Kendra obeyed at once, leaning over the arm of the couch. The upholstery was cool against her heated cheek as she braced herself, arching her back slightly and presenting herself to him. A thrill ran through her -- she loved it when he took control like this, loved surrendering every last ounce of herself to him.

Her Daddy stood behind her, taking in the breathtaking sight of his beautiful daughter, his beloved wife bent willingly before him in utter trust. He ran a comforting hand down the length of her spine, tracing the curve lovingly. "Beautiful," he murmured, and she wasn't sure if he meant the soft glow of the candles on her ivory skin, or the act of her surrender itself. Perhaps both. His palms found her hips and held them firmly. She felt the velvety hardness of him brush against the slick entrance to her body and sucked in a breath. Even after years together, that first moment of joining always felt like a promise renewed.

Slowly, carefully, he began to push into her. The tip of him slipped past her folds, stretching her around his girth. Both of them moaned at the same time -- a low, shared sound of relief and completion. Kendra's fingers gripped the edge of the couch as he inched deeper, filling her inch by inch with exquisite slowness. Her walls, still sensitive and fluttering from her recent climax, welcomed him with hot, wet eagerness. "Oh, Dad..." she breathed, voice hitching. He paused, buried only halfway, and bent over her back. His chest pressed to her spine, he brought his mouth to her ear. "Relax, baby. Take all of me," he whispered, kissing the shell of her ear.

With one gentle thrust, he sheathed himself fully inside her. Kendra cried out, the sound bursting with both pleasure and the slightest edge of pain that melted quickly into sweet fullness. He stretched and filled her completely; she could feel him throbbing deep within her. For a moment neither of them moved, overcome by the bliss of being joined so intimately. He entwined his fingers with hers where she gripped the cushion, holding her hand as he let her body adjust to his size. In that stillness, their minds were as connected as their bodies -- each could feel the other's heart pounding, could sense the wave of love and rightness washing through them.

Then her father began to move. He withdrew almost entirely, slowly dragging against her sensitive walls, then rolled his hips forward, sliding back into her warmth. The pace he set was unhurried and intentional -- every stroke measured to make her feel adored. He was so deep, and every glide rubbed against the spot inside her that made her gasp. Kendra's breath stuttered with each careful thrust. Sparks of pleasure danced along her nerves. He squeezed her hand and began to quicken his rhythm by degrees, the sound of skin meeting skin growing louder in the quiet room.

"You're perfect," he rasped, watching himself disappear into her over and over. The sight of her back arching and her fingers clinging to his as she took him sent fire licking down his spine. "So good... so good for me, Princess. My heart. My everything." His praise washed over Kendra, making her heart soar. She pushed back to meet his drives, matching his rhythm instinctively, giving him everything. With his free hand, he gripped her hip a little harder, steadying her as he drove a bit faster, a bit deeper. Pleasure bloomed in her core, radiating outwards in tightening coils.

He could feel her beginning to unravel again -- her inner muscles starting to clench around him, her cries gaining that desperate edge. His own control was slipping too; the sight of her underneath him, the feel of her silky heat clasping around his length, the breathy way she gasped "Daddy, yes... please..." -- all of it conspired to drive him mad with need.