Rose Ch. 02: Indulgence

Later that day...

Vincent arrives home exhausted. As he shuts his car door and the cool night air hits him, all he can think is how badly he wants a drink and a soak in the hot tub. He loosens his tie as he enters the house. "Baby Girl? I'm home!" he calls out, but is met with silence. He looks around the kitchen and doesn't see Rose. He sighs, looks at his watch and decides he has enough time to order a pizza before jumping into the shower. As he pulls his phone out to order, Rose comes around the corner.

"Hey Daddy!" she smiles. "How was work?"

"Hey Baby Girl," he hugs her and kisses the top of her head. "Long... very long. You hungry? I was going to order pizza."

"Starving, actually," she giggles.

"You want your usual?"

"Yes please."

"Okay," he chuckles and kisses her head again. "I'll order and then I have got to shower." He smiles softly, but inside he's excited to have an evening of just him and Rose. "You wanna watch a movie or something?"

"Actually, I was hoping to get in the hot tub. My back is kinda sore."

His heart skips a beat and his breath catches in his throat. "I was thinking the same thing..."

"Well," she takes his jacket, "you go shower, I'll wait for the pizza and meet you outside." She smiles lovingly. She's doting on him like a wife would...

"No! No! Get that thought out of your head, Vincent!" He thinks to himself. Outloud, he manages to say, "Sounds good Baby Girl."

A little while later, Vincent comes downstairs wearing an opened button-up shirt and swim trunks and looks out on the patio to find Rose sitting at the patio table with the two pizzas and some plates. She is wearing an oversized pink T-shirt, but he can see the knot of her bikini top just barely poking out the neckline. He smiles to himself, then heads outside. He's pleasantly surprised to also find that she has his favorite drink waiting for him; a double whiskey on the rocks. Rose has a lemon drop martini in a stemless wine glass with a sugar rim.

He comes up behind her, puts his hands on her shoulders, kisses the top of her head, and runs his hands down her arms. "You went above and beyond, Baby Girl."

"Well, you said you had a long day, so I figured this would help." She looks up at him and smiles.

"Thank you, baby girl..." he leans down and kisses her forehead. "Have I told you you're my favorite?" he teases.

Rose giggles, "Daddy! I'm your only child; of course I'm your favorite."

"Fine," he chuckles. "You're my favorite person." He kisses her forehead again. "Better?"

She laughs and pats the chair beside her. "Come on, eat before it gets cold."

Vincent and Rose eat and talk a little bit more about their days. His stirring feelings are gone and he just has a pleasant dinner with his daughter. After they both finish eating, Rose cleans up, refreshes his drink, and comes back outside. Vincent has taken off his shirt and is sitting in the hot tub. Rose pulls her oversized shirt off and comes up to the edge of the hot tub.

"Here you go, daddy," she says as she leans over to hand him his drink.

When Vincent turns to take the drink his heart nearly stops. Rose is there in her red bikini, bending over, her breasts only a few inches from him. He swallows hard and is thankful the bubbles are going because he feels himself get hard. He clears his throat and says, "Th-thanks baby girl." He takes the drink from her and nearly drops it.

"Careful Daddy," she giggles as she steps into the hot tub.

His mind races instantly and he is drowning in thoughts of Rose...

He is filled with an urge to pull her into his arms, onto to lap, put his hands on her breasts, and tongue down her throat. His hand twitches at the thought of ripping her bikini top off and burying his face between her perfect breasts. How she must taste and the sounds she would make as his teeth graze her soft, supple skin and tease her nipples until they're hard. He has to make a fist as he imagines sliding his hand into her bikini bottoms and his fingers feeling how wet and aroused she is at his touch. His mouth waters at the thought of fingering her until she cums, then sitting her on the edge of the hot tub, yanking her bottoms down and finally sticking his face between her supple thighs so that his tongue can finally taste her sweet, wet pussy. How amazing it would sound to hear her moan his name, feel her fingers in his hair, and how she would taste when she came. After he made her cum with his fingers and tongue, he would slip his rock-hard cock into her and fuck her until she screams. She must be so fucking tight... and warm...

He quickly snaps out of it and takes a long sip of his whiskey.

"Mmm... this is nice..." Rose says with a happy sigh as she leans back against a jet.

"It sure is, baby girl..." he says softly. The whiskey burns his throat and warms his already hot body. "So, it's Friday night, how is my Baby Girl not out on a date?" he smirks. The alcohol and the heat from the hot tub are getting to him.

"Yeah, about that..." she sips her lemon drop in a can, then looks a little depressed. "Jacob and I broke up. Well, I say 'broke up', but I mean he cheated on me and then I dumped him."

"Oh, Baby Girl," he scoots over to her and puts an arm around the back of her shoulders, "I'm so sorry." No, he's not. Part of him is upset and doesn't want to see her upset, but the other half feels a little excited.

"It's whatever," she says with a sigh of defeat before taking a sip of her drink.

"No, it's not whatever. You've been with that boy for three months and he cheats on you and tosses you aside? That's horseshit," he squeezes her shoulder and pulls her closer. "Did he say why?"

She's quiet at first and looks a little embarrassed, but decides to answer him anyway; despite how awkward it might be. "It-it's because I wouldn't sleep with him."

"Wait, what?!" He can feel his fatherly protectiveness begin to rage, along with his possessiveness of his daughter.

She sighs and takes a sip of her drink, staring at the bubbling water in the hot tub. "He wanted to have sex, but I told him that I didn't want to because I'm still a virgin. You have always told me to be choosy about my first because they're my first; the one I will remember for the rest of my life. And I didn't want to remember him as my first."

His cock twitches and mouth waters; she's still a virgin...

Vincent slips his arm across the back of her shoulders and pulls her close to his side. "I am so proud of you, Baby Girl. I'm glad you said no to that fuckwad."

She laughs and nudges him gently, "Daddy..." She rolls her eyes and sighs. "I just... I remembered what you always told me; choose your first carefully because they are the one you'll always remember. You're not wrong... I just wish I could meet a guy who isn't like Jacob."

"Don't worry, Baby Girl," he kisses the top of her head, "you will. You're still young, beautiful..." the alcohol is kicking in and he slips up, "sexy, smart..." his hand slides down her arm as he kisses her temple. "with a gorgeous body..." He closes his eyes and loses himself for a brief moment as he smells her hair and nuzzles the silky blonde strands that fall around her shoulders. His fingers play with a loose tendril of hair.

"Daddy!" she giggles, a blush filling her cheeks.

He snaps out of whatever trance he's in and chuckles, "Just being honest." One of his hands slides down her arm to her thigh. He lightly traces his fingers along her soft skin. "I am glad you told me, baby girl."

"I never would've given it to him anyways. He'd just take it, tell all his friends, and then I'd be branded a slut while he got praised for being a total bro!" she rolls her eyes and chuckles. She sips her drink then sighs, "I wish I could find a guy like you, Daddy..."

He feels his heart skip a beat and his cock throb. "Wha-what do you mean baby girl?" His hand grips her thigh gently.

It's taking everything in him right now not to pry her legs open, rub her virgin pussy through her bikini bottoms and whisper to her, "You mean a man who can make you this wet?" Then he would push her bottoms aside and slip his fingers inside of her. "Who can make you cum, just with his hands?" he would whisper as he kisses her neck and nips at her earlobe. She would moan, tilt her head back, her back would arch, and her perfect, supple breasts would be his for the taking. He would--

"I just mean," she giggles and he is quickly snapped back to reality. "Someone who wants to protect me, loves me... someone who would be gentle and kind, tell me he loves me every time he sees me..." she giggles, "... handsome."

He grins to himself as his ego inflates and he heart races with her flattery. He tucks a piece of hair behind her ear, gently caressing her cheek as his fingers move. He chuckles from deep within his chest. "If I didn't know any better... I'd say you were hitting on your old man." He grins teasingly at her.

She giggles, blushes and bites her lower lip. "I'm two lemon drops in, so I might be." She looks at him with a soft smile then sighs. "Daddy, you really are amazing and... perfect."

His breath hitches and his cock twitches in his swim shorts. He can feel it throbbing and aching; begging for attention. He swallows hard and laughs heartily. "So, you only need two lemon drops to be flirting with your old man?"

"Apparently!" she laughs and grabs a third lemon drop. The alcohol is kicking in and her blush is only getting worse from the heat of the hot tub. She cracks it open and takes a small sip, "Don't act like you don't know how amazing you are and how hot you are." She suddenly stops drinking and slowly sets her drink down.

Hot? Did she just call him hot? His watering mouth is beginning to run dry and he can't hold back if she keeps talking like this. He doesn't want to embarrass her, but he has to tease her a little. "Did you just call your old man 'hot'?"

She purses her lips, blushes furiously and fights a smile. "I might have..." she says in a very soft voice.

"Care to elaborate?"

She rolls her eyes and looks at him. "C'mon daddy, you are in great shape for your age--"

"Watch it," he grins.

"I'm just saying! You have those gorgeous blue eyes and thick black hair. You're tan, you're fit, you have a warm smile... and... and..." she giggles.

"What? Don't stop now, my ego isn't completely inflated yet," he teases her and gently tickles her sides before pulling her a little closer. She giggles and leans against him. "And?"

"And... you have really sexy hands and arms."

"Do I? You mean... these hands?" He says before he tickles her more. He enjoys having her squirm and hearing her giggle. "These hands?!"

"Daddy!" she giggles.

He laughs and slowly stops. He wraps his arms around her and puts his chin on her shoulder. "And these arms?" he asks softly.

"Yeah," she says, catching her breath. She looks down at the bubbling water. "Mom was so lucky to have you and she... she was and is too stupid to realize it."

"Baby girl..." he kisses her temple. "You shouldn't talk about your mother like that."

"It's true!" She pouts a little. "Mom was so... so distant from you by the end and I could see her pushing you away. I also saw how much it hurt you and how hard you tried to pretend it didn't. It wasn't fair that she treated a man like you the way she did."

"Oh, Baby Girl..." he kisses her temple and holds his lips there for a moment. He gives her a gentle squeeze of a hug. Rose had noticed the rift between him and Karen and she was concerned for him. She's 19 years old, this shouldn't be something a 19 year old worries about. And yet...

"Mom had been taking advantage of you for years and it was not fair to watch you work so hard only for her to be such a cunt."

Hearing her say the word "cunt" makes his dick throb. His mind is trying to focus on their conversation, but his cock can only think about being deep inside Rose's cunt. How tight she must be... how warm... how her pussy's tightness would massage his cock with every single thrust--

"Baby girl, you--"

"I know, I know! I shouldn't call her a cunt, but that word is specially reserved for special kinds of bitches and... and she deserves it." She puts her hands on his forearms and lightly drags her nails up and down.

He can feel how tense she is and decides to try and get her to relax and laugh again. "You're quite sassy, you know that?" he chuckles and kisses her neck.

She giggles as his beard tickles her skin. "Yeah, but that's why you love me."

"You know... not all men are fond of sassy women..." he grins.

"Why should I care?" she looks over her shoulder at him. "I've got my Daddy to protect me; with his sexy strong arms and hands," she puts a hand on his chest.

His heart pounds against her palm. He's trying to tell himself her drunken statements and flattery are just that and she won't remember in the morning, but his cock can't help but hold out some hope that it's more than that. His desire for her is burning through his veins, his hands tighten their grip on her slightly. The feel of her soft skin under his hands is almost too much to bear. He nuzzles her neck and says against her skin, "I'll always protect my Baby Girl..."

She moans softly when he nuzzles her neck and something inside him snaps. His willpower is slipping. The feel of her pulse so close to his lips is lighting the fuse to his restraint. The smell of her perfume and shampoo are more intoxicating than the alcohol at this point. This pent up frustration he feels... she has to be feeling it too. Her pussy must be drenched in those bikini bottoms, aching, begging to be fingered and fucked. Her breasts--her perfect, supple breasts are heaving against the constraint of her bikini top, begging to be freed.

Oh, were he the one to do it. To cup her breasts in the same strong, sexy hands that make her feel safe. To pinch and tease her nipples until they're as stiff as his cock. How they would feel between his lips... taste as he swirled his tongue around them... how she would moan to feel him bite them gently. Those same hands slide--one up her side, the other down to her thigh--and his fingers dig in a little. He inhales deeply against her neck; she smells like roses.

"Baby girl... I swear I could eat you up right now... you and your honey words..." he almost freezes. Not because of her scent or his touch, but because of those last cheesy words, but he digresses. They have been spoken and it's too late now.

"Do it... I won't stop you..."