Saving Clara

Saving Clara

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TRENT

Clara rushed to the car, her black hair flying untamed behind her and her blue eyes wide in panic. I jumped out and helped her grab her stuff.

"Is he following you?" I asked, worried about having to confront her boxer ex boyfriend. I may be an ex marine but I didn't want to take a punch from a trained heavyweight.

"No, he's at the gym. Daddy, I don't want him to find me." She said anxiously as we got in the car and I took her hand reassuringly.

"We have the restraining order, and you'll be staying with me. I'll protect you, sweet girl." I said and patted her hand before driving off taking her home where she could feel safe and protected.

She immediately smiled when we pulled up. Her eyes lit upon the old house with nostalgia as she got out and ran to the porch. I hadn't seen her in almost two years, her ex Cane, had kept her isolated from me. I grabbed her stuff out of the car and walked up to the porch with her.

"Look dad! The marks where you measured me are still here!" She said cheerfully and I smiled, sometimes her youthful vigor made it hard to remember she was 20 now.

"Yes ma'am, and there's still beer in the fridge. Come on." I said as I unlocked the door and she pranced inside. She went straight for the fridge and promised beer while I dropped her stuff In her old room. I heard the crack of a beer opening and heard the TV turn on. She had made herself at home, good. I walked into the living room to find her sipping a beer curled up on the couch, flipping through channels.

"Anything good?" I asked as she handed me an open beer of my own and I took it gratefully. We had been planning this escape for a month and to have it go this smoothly was impressive.

"Not really, OH!" She stopped on a popular drama I knew she liked and started watching. She had loved it as a teen so it didn't surprise me she still watched. It was a doctor drama with lots of sex. I laughed and drank my beer, settling in next to her to watch.

She fell asleep tucked into my side, like she used to as a little girl. We were so different yet so much alike the two of us. We both had black hair, though mine was graying at the sides, and bright blue eyes. However she was bright and fun, while I was down to earth and trying my best. My wife had died in childbirth and Clara was all I had in this world. I loved her with everything I had, I felt my heart flutter as I stared down at her. Her sweet little face was peaceful as she slept.

I didn't have the nerve to wake her, but I found my eyes wandering as we sat. The soft minidress she was wearing clung to her body and my mind couldn't push away the images. The way it cupped her perky breasts, or the way it scooted up her thighs and I could see the bottom of those pink lace panties. I swallowed, I needed to stop, that was my princess, my baby girl. That wasn't some whore to objectify. I looked away ashamed by my thoughts as I slowly got up leaving Clara laying on the couch while I stepped outside to smoke and clear my head.

The burn of the nicotine in my lungs felt soothing as I went over my own dirty thoughts and what they meant. I shook them away, I couldn't process them right now. My phone buzzed and I saw it was an unknown number. I picked up and wasn't surprised to hear Cane on the other line.

"You really think you can hide her from me, old bulldog?" Said the young man on the other line, his voice rough and angry.

"I'm going to protect my daughter, you punk bastard." I growled Into the phone and he laughed.

"I'd like to see you try." Cane scoffed before hanging up the line. I snarled and nearly threw my phone.

"Was it him?" Clara asked from behind me as she came out on the porch. She took my cigarette from me and took a long drag, her hands shaking, I could see the bruises on her wrists and the faded black eye. My baby had been through hell and back. I wrapped my arm around her shoulders and let her have the rest of the cig.

"Yeah, it was. Clara, why did you ever date him?" I asked and she gave a sad laugh.

"At first he protected me, he cared for me. He reminded me of you. Then he changed, as soon as we started having sex he started getting rough with me. Hurting me." She whimpered and I had to fight back my rage as I pulled her into my arms, the cigarette falling from her trembling hands to the concrete at our feet.

"He won't hurt you again, Clara. I won't let him, I won't let him touch my baby." I said and she nodded her face buried in my chest as she pressed her body to mine. Suddenly my body was reacting to the intimate way we were pressed together, the feeling of her round breasts pressed to my chest. The heat coming off her core as she molded her sex to my crotch.

"Clara? You're a bit close honey." I said and she pulled back blushing. She rubbed her arms and glanced up at me, I did my best to mask my expression as I pulled out another cigarette and lit up.

"Sorry, I...You just...feel right I guess." She whispered then put her hand to her head. "Maybe that second beer was a bad idea." She said and went back inside. I sighed and stared off into the distance trying hard to deny that I was reacting sexually to my daughter.

CLARA

I stood in the bathroom looking at my bare body, the bruises that littered my skin only bringing me shame. Particularly the dark fingerprints on my hips from the last time Cane had held me down. Tears fell down my cheeks as relief flooded me, I was finally home with Daddy. I was finally safe again. The sound of the shower changed and I adjusted the water temperature and got in and curled up on the floor of the shower. I sobbed as I tried to process through the overwhelm of emotions.

The shower had cleared my head, and now I could see that making moves on my dad probably wasn't the best idea. There had been something there in that intimate moment though. A connection between us where we had both been ready to move forward. I shivered as I thought about his cock pressed against my sex.

"Clara? Did the shower help?" Dad asked from the couch as I walked back into the living room. He acted like the incident between us didn't happen, that was probably for the best.

"Yeah, sobered me up. I think I'm gonna head to bed, thank you for saving me dad. I needed a savior." I said and kissed his cheek right next to his lips, tempting fate.

"Clara, baby... I'll always come save you." He said and stroked my hair, his hand gripping the back of my head and bringing my lips close for a brief second. I could feel his breath and I licked my lips, my tongue touching his bottom lip. He groaned and I saw raw lust in his eyes for a moment before he released me.

"Good night sweet girl." He whispered with a hard swallow. I whimpered and his eyes went wide as I backed up and slid my hands down my body provocatively.

"Clara stop." He said as my hands gripped the bottom of my dress, I wasn't wearing panties now, I had taken them off for the shower and not put them back. I slowly started to lift my dress, my eyes glazing over in lust.

"Stop, baby, please." Dad pleaded with me as I lifted my dress and showed him the bruises and my bare pussy, its lips already wet and ready for him as I trembled.

"Daddy." I whispered, my voice shaking. He exploded off the couch and rushed to his room, the door slamming shut and locking. I dropped my dress and burst into tears. I had gone too far, but I couldn't stop myself. The look of desire in his eyes had driven me. I retreated to my room curling up in bed and going to sleep, hoping tomorrow would be less bittersweet.

The next morning I woke up groggy and muddled. I had slept poorly, dreams about Cane finding me haunted my night. I got dressed in a miniskirt and crop top, pulling on a pair of silk panties. The smell of pancakes and sausage filled the hallway as I walked out to find dad already in the kitchen making breakfast.

"Hey, honey, about yesterday. I understand you were under a lot of stress. Let's just forget that happened, okay?" He said as he sat a plate of pancakes and a side of sausage in front of me. I nodded as I poked at my food. His face fell and he came over to me, his face looked serious.

"But those bruises, did he...did he force you?" Dad asked and I started to cry. The memory of the last time came rushing back and I tried to block out the sound of my own screams as the memory replayed. Strong arms came around me and I buried my face in dad's shoulder.

"Shhh, I have you now. He can't hurt you. I love you sweet girl. I'm so sorry." He whispered as he held me and I cried. When I had stopped shaking and reliving the trauma he stood and stroked my cheek.

"Eat, and we'll go out and get you some new stuff since you had to leave a lot of it behind." He said and patted my head. I smiled at him, he always knew how to cheer me up. Shopping was one of the main ways. I turned to my breakfast and dug in, soon dad joined me and we were talking about old times again. It was as though the incident last night hadn't happened.

The store wasn't busy and although I was nervous about being out I was excited about getting some new stuff. Dad followed me around the store as I picked up a new pillow, some sheets, a new hair dryer and other essentials. Then I giggled and ran off to the toy department. When dad found me I had my arms wrapped around a giant dragon plush that was as soft as a marshmallow.

"Clara! Do you need that?" He asked with a laugh as I put it in our cart, adding a rainbow care bear as well. I frowned and a sad feeling sunk into my chest.

"Cane, he...destroyed all my plushes." I whispered and dad looked at me in shock. Some of those I'd had since I was a baby and had cherished. I saw the anger in his eyes, Cane had tormented me and he hated him for it.

"Get as many as you want." Dad said and I smiled, grabbing a sleeping eevee plush and stopping at that. He let me buy whatever I wanted after that, not questioning the level of trauma inflicted on me. We checked out and stuffed the car, smiling and talking happily with each other. Then I heard a familiar voice and I froze in fear.

"Found you, you little slut." Cane said and I felt his iron grip wrap around my arm. I whimpered and turned just in time to see dad punch Cane in the face. Cane released me and turned on dad, the two circling each other as I cowered away. Dad smirked and took a roundhouse kick to Cane's gut taking him down. The boxer wasn't expecting that and dad followed through with a few more kicks before he grabbed me and stuffed me in the car and got in himself.

"Clara, are you alright?" He asked as he started the car and drove off leaving Cane in pain in the parking lot. I was still shaking and my arm hurt where he had grabbed me, probably would have new bruises.

"I think so, thank you daddy." I whimpered as tears tracked down my cheeks. He laid a hand on my thigh and squeezed.

"I'm glad you're okay, I'm glad you're safe. I'll do my best to keep you safe baby girl." Dad said as we pulled up to the house. I looked over at him and I realized right then I was in love with dad. I had been looking for him when I had started dating Cane. I had been in love with my dad all along. New tears fell down my cheeks and dad wiped them away and I leaned into his touch.

"I'm so sorry, daddy." I whispered and he looked at me curiously then in shock as I leaned over and kissed him gently on the lips. I pulled away as he stared at me in stunned silence.

"Clara, I thought... the alcohol." He whispered and I shook my head and smiled sadly as I opened the car door.

"I love you, Trent." I said using his name making him let out a heavy breath as I walked away and let myself into the house and went to the back porch to smoke.

TRENT

Clara was outside smoking when I finally got my head together enough to bring her things in. I put her stuff down on the couch and watched her. She was leaning over the railing of our porch, her little skirt raised up slightly to show her panties. Did she realize how tempting she was? I sighed, she had said she loved me. I knew she meant as more than her father. She had meant as a lover, as a partner.

"Clara, if only. Oh if only." I said as I hesitated in the kitchen wanting to go out there to her, but knowing if I did I'd be breaking our bond. Maybe we could forge a new bond, one of passion and deep loving connection. Was it worth the risk?

"Is this torture worth my mind?" I whispered as she turned and saw me. Clara smiled and held up her cigarette inviting me out to join her, then she bit her lower lip and fingered the edge of her skirt as she eyed me with arousal. I gave up, she wanted me, she was asking. I couldn't say no anymore. I walked out and pulled out my cigs, pulling one out and letting her light it for me.

"So, can I ask why?" I asked as I let the nicotine calm my shaking hands. She smiled and placed her hand on mine.

"You've always been there for me, you protect and cherish me, you love me. Dad, the reaction between us isn't small, even I can tell you feel the same. You love me too, and you'll never leave bruises on me." She said and I squeezed her hand weaving her fingers through mine.

"I will NEVER treat you like that monster has. You are my precious princess. Let me show you." I said and swallowed hard. I pushed down the guilt, shame and the voice telling me it was wrong. Embracing the desire on her face I lifted her onto the railing and slipped her panties off.

"Dad?!" She said with surprise and delight in her voice as I spread her legs and lifted her skirt. Her pussy looked delicious, already wet and I could swear she was creaming for me. She gripped the wide beam under her ass as I bent and kissed the bruises on her hips. Then I gently ran my tongue over her lips, their slight part allowing me to taste her inner folds and dip lightly to her entrance. She moaned and her legs tightened on my head. I moved her legs over my shoulders to give her more stability as I knelt and pushed her pussy to my face.

My tongue flicked over her delicate little clit and she cried out in pleasure. She ground her hips into me when I slipped a finger into her and added a thrusting partner to my tormenting tongue. She was crying out and moaning as she rode my face, then suddenly she was screaming for me as her cum soaked my face and her walls pulsed around my finger. She tumbled forward and I caught her in my arms as she panted in tired bliss.

"You okay, sweetheart?" I asked and she smiled up at me.

"Did I taste good, Daddy?" She purred and I stroked her hair.

"You tasted amazing, baby. Let's get inside now." I said and she smiled as I put her back on her feet. She grabbed her panties off the ground and pranced inside. I followed her and watched as she simply threw them in the laundry and then plopped onto the couch.

"Hot chocolate!" She called and I smiled. It was an old tradition from when I first caught her smoking. We would smoke together then have hot chocolate after. I went to the fridge and grabbed the milk, I made us both a mug of hot chocolate and came to the couch.

"Here, to old times and new." I said and clicked our mugs together. She smiled and cuddled up to me on the couch as we drank our chocolate and sat in comfortable silence. The room grew dark around us as we enjoyed each other. Eventually Clara finished hers and dozed off with her head in my lap. I picked her up and took her to bed, tucking her in and kissing her gently before going to my own room to reflect on the new role I had in my daughter's life.

I woke to the slide of bare skin against mine, I slept nude and the feeling of soft flesh on mine made me moan. My eyes fluttered open to find a matching pair looking down at me as a slick pussy rubbed over my rapidly hardening cock.

"Good morning, Daddy." Clara moaned as she wrapped her hand around my cock and stroked me hard.

"Oh sweet girl, what are you doing? We're supposed to go slow." I groaned as she lined me up with her entrance and slid down my shaft. I moaned and my head fell back on my pillows as her heat enveloped me. My hands slid up her thighs, but I refused to touch those angry bruises on her hips. She moaned and tossed her head back as she started to grind on me and ride my cock.

"I had dreams. I needed to feel this, so full!" she cried and I reached up rubbing her clit as she bounced on me and ground against me. My pleasure was limited like this, her heat was glorious but I needed more friction. I began to thrust up into her as I pleasured her. We both cried out as her walls closed on my cock like a stroking fist as she came. I thrust into her more chasing that feeling till I felt my orgasm coming.

"Off honey, I'm gonna cum!" I moaned, but she only ground her hips down onto me harder and reached back squeezing my balls. I cursed as I came hard, my cock pressed deep inside her and my seed filling her young womb.

"Clara, baby, that's not okay. What if..." I stopped as I saw the very satisfied look on her face. She wanted it, she wanted a baby.

"Clara." I whispered as she leaned down and kissed me then moved off me and got on her hands and knees. She reached a hand back and spread her pussy lips, a thin trail of my cum leaking out.

"Breed me, Daddy." She moaned and I lost what little grip on morality I had. I got up and moved over her back my already rehardened cock aching to be in her again. I lined up with her and groaned as I started to push into that beautifully tight channel.

"You want this, you want to carry your dad's baby?" I moaned as she whimpered and wiggled against me. She was eager and needy, her pussy was clenching and stroking around me.

"Yes, Daddy, make me a mom. Fill me up and take away his touch." She whispered and I realized she wanted me to take away any chance Cane may have gotten her pregnant. I growled and began to pound into her, mating her, breeding her. She cried out as I slammed into her cervix at this angle, pushing her to the edge. The constant clenching and pulsing as I gave her pleasure was driving me feral.

"Clara!" I cried as I grabbed her shoulders and forced my cock as deep into her as possible as we both started to cum. She cried out as I filled her again and I felt her tunnel milking me as we found bliss together. She collapsed under me my cock pulled free and she rolled over on her back her smile content. I laid next to her and gave a resigned sigh. She was my princess after all, and always got her way.

"Clara, you know me getting you pregnant could be dangerous." I said and she nodded but ran her hands over the bruises on her hips.

"I can't have his baby, Daddy. I need yours." She said and I hugged her, Cane had hurt her worse than I could have imagined.

"Go take a hot bath in my tub and I'll make breakfast." I said and kissed her forehead before I got out of bed and got some pants on. I headed to the kitchen to make my girl something to eat.

CLARA

I smiled and rubbed my flat belly as I filled the tub in dad's bathroom. I knew dad would give me a baby, he had already done so much to make me feel loved. He had avoided my bruises while we'd had sex, he had gone out of his way to make me feel good too. I stepped into the tub and poured in the essential oil dad kept to relax with. Soon peppermint filled the air as I lazed in the tub.

"Cane won't get me here, dad and I will build a family and it will be okay." I whispered to myself hopefully, but part of me knew Cane would be back. He had found us at the store. What would keep him from finding Dad's house? I shivered despite the warm water. My bruises ached and my sex was sore despite how careful dad had been. We probably had been too rough after Cane had...I trembled and I shook the thought away. I grabbed a rag and cleaned myself before hopping out and drying off.

When I went back to dad's room I found my suitcase on his bed along with my care bear. I smiled and went through my clothes pulling on some pink panties with a little bow and a minidress with soft green fabric. I was like a little watermelon just for dad to open up. I giggled at the thought before prancing off to breakfast.