Whispers Between Walls Ch. 01

It's been a year since my mother left my dad and I for one of her flings. I guess she figured it was time for her to move on since my 18th birthday was right around the corner and she and my father haven't been happy for quite some time now. That was blatantly obvious when I caught her with one of her little flings in dad's garage six months before she left. She didn't even beg me not to tell dad; it was as if she wanted him to know. Six months later she left home and dad got a promotion at work, that's where my story begins.

Dad works for a private security firm, right before mom left the CEO of the firm stepped down due to medical reasons which lead Dad to believe he may lose his job. As fate may have it, right after my mother left, he was promoted to CEO of the security firm. Now he's never home, always at a meeting or something of that nature. I'm a freshman in college so sometimes I have friends over for small get togethers, but I spend most of my time alone at home studying.

We live in the house I grew up in, Dad inherited it from his mother after she died when I was young. It's a decent-sized house with three bedrooms and two bathrooms; it's got quite a bit of character. The paint on the outside is peeling, and the weeds have all but taken over the front and back yards. We haven't had a gardener here ever since Mom accused Dad of fucking the woman, she had only worked on our yard one time. The hardwood floors inside creek with familiarity and it smells of old wood and dust. My bedroom is the smallest room, just big enough for my twin-size bed, dresser, and desk. Dad's room is on the other side of the living room next to his office.

I sat at my desk and opened my laptop so I can check my classes and make sure everything is all taken care of for next semester at college. I go to a community college focusing on general studies right now until I decide what I want to get a degree in. I also have a part time job as a waitress at a diner downtown, Dad says he would rather I focus on my studies, but I like having some sense of independence. I was just finishing up with my school stuff when my phone went off, it's a text from my on and off boyfriend Luca. We met at the diner when I was a brand-new waitress and he was a cook, that was 9 months ago. The text read "Don't forget to send me my picture in the morning, baby girl." Shortly after we started talking, he introduced me to a power exchange lifestyle, basically he sets small little rules, and I am meant to follow them. In the past several months he's set a couple rules, mainly I'm supposed to send him a picture of me in my panties every morning, and I am to refer to him as Daddy, he even changed his contact's name in my phone to that. I replied with "Yes Daddy, I haven't forgotten." and put my phone on the charger so I could take a shower before bed.

While in the shower I heard my phone go off a couple more times, thinking it was just Luca with more of his shenanigans I decided to take my time in the shower. Once I was out, I checked my phone and I had a text from Dad, "Lock the door before you go to sleep, I won't be home tonight after the office, be safe I love you." I replied with "Okay. Where are you?" Ever since mom left Dad has been staying out late with his friends and tends to spend way too much time at the bar, so I can only assume he met some girl there and she took him home. He's a bad liar; I drifted to sleep while waiting for a reply from him.

The next morning, I woke up and hopped in the shower to freshen up and when I got out, I took Luca's picture and sent it quickly before throwing my work clothes on and heading to work. It wasnt until I went on lunch that I realized something was going on because I had three missed calls from Luca and one text message, as I read it my heart sank deep into my stomach. Luca said "Where is my morning picture? You know what happens when you dont obey Daddy." I quickly exited our thread and went to my inbox and my worst fear was confirmed, I sent the picture to my Dad this morning when I was in a rush getting ready for work. Suddenly my heart started racing and I couldnt keep my breathing steady anymore. I replied to Luca "I sent the picture this morning, but to the wrong Daddy Luca!" He immediately started calling me again but I just silenced my phone and went home early due to suddenly feeling like I was going to throw everything up.

When I got home Dad's car was in the driveway, I sat in my car for what felt like a century before finally taking a deep breath and going inside. I opened the door quietly in hopes that I could sneak through the living room unnoticed and shut myself in my room for the night. As I came into the house and passed by Dad's bedroom, I noticed his door was cracked and I glanced in. He was sitting on the ottoman at the end of the king-size bed he and Mom used to share, and he had his phone in his hand. Guilty curiosity got to me; I took half a step closer but made sure not to make a noise or touch the door. He was so focused on what he was looking at on his phone that he didn't even notice me standing on the other side of the cracked door just 6 feet away from him. It took a moment for my eyes to adjust to the darkness that was in his room but once they did, I let out a small gasp as I realized that I was watching him masturbate to something on his phone. As I gasped and turned around to run to my room, I saw him fumble with his phone and got a glimpse of his screen. He was looking at the picture I mistakenly sent him this morning. Mortified, I ran to my room and shut the door behind me.

My heart feels like it's going to jump out of my chest, I can't believe what I just saw. I decided it would be best to try to either forget what I witnessed or process it by taking a bath with my favorite aroma therapy bath bombs. While in the bathtub I keep repeating the day in my head. I accidently sent my dad a picture of myself wearing only the sexiest panties I own. Then coming home and catching him touching himself while looking at the picture was a huge surprise. As the thoughts continued to flood my mind I started to feel a naughty tingle in my clitoris. I bit my lip and allowed my hand to travel down my body til my fingers found the small hard lump that thinking about my Dad rubbing his cock to my naked body caused. I pressed down lightly and rubbed in circles as I let out a small moan. I quickly covered my mouth remembering how thin the walls are of this old house. Then a dirty thought crossed my mind and I asked myself "would Dad get hard if he heard his daughter pleasuring herself?" I felt my pussy tighten and tingle with the thought. I leaned up and grabbed the shampoo bottle ive often used on nights that Luca was too busy, it's the perfect size. I got on my knees and leaned over the side of the tub and slowly slid the shampoo bottle deep into my pussy. As I felt myself filled up and stretched perfectly, I let out a low groan and began to rhythmically move the bottle in and out of my now dripping wet pussy. As the shampoo bottle continued to fill me perfectly and make me cum I thought about what it might feel like if Dad was licking my swollen clitoris while I pleasure my pussy. As that thought crossed my mind an orgasm flooded me and I let out a loud satisfying moan loosing all control as I came to that thought of my Dad flicking my clit with his tongue.

The next morning, I woke up to the smell of breakfast cooking, that's something that hasn't happened since I was little. It's Sunday so that means both Dad and I are off work and he usually spends the day in his garage or in his office from the moment he wakes up. I sat up and threw on a tee-shirt and shorts about to hurry to the kitchen when the memories of last night hit me and I felt my palms get sweaty and my pussy moisten. I sat back down on my bed to gather my thoughts, then there was a light knock on the door, he must've heard me get out of bed.

"Serena, I made breakfast, are you hungry?" his voice had a different tone, one I havent ever heard.

"Be right there, Dad." I said quickly trying my best to sound nonchalant.

I took a deep breath and headed to the kitchen. The kitchen is average sized with an island in the middle and all the regular appliances. Dad already had me a plate set at one of the chairs at the island. He made everything waffles, eggs, bacon, biscuits and gravy, all my favorites. I sat down and smiled at him trying to push any naughty thoughts out of my mind.

"Thanks Dad, it's been a long time since youve cooked breakfast like this." I forked a bite of the eggs into my mouth and let out a small groan. As I did I looked up and saw something in his eyes, maybe something primal, and he bit his lip slightly and smiled.

"It's good to see you still like my cooking, princess." The use of the pet name he would call me when I was little almost knocked the wind out of me. My face instantly got hot, he hasnt called me that since before I kissed a boy for the very first time and he caught us. He must have saw the effects it had on me and he gave me a half smile.

"What's wrong, princess?" His dark eyes stared at me waiting for a response like he always used to when I was being lectured by him as a child. My heart was trying to leap out of my chest and I was holing onto the fork in my hand so tight my fingers were white.

"No-nothing Dad, breakfast is delicious, maybe even more delicious than I remember when I was younger." I smiled up at him with my most genuine good girl smile praying that my face wasnt as red as it felt. He smirked, my Dad is an attractive man in his 40s, green eyes, dark brown hair and a smile that would make any woman want him. I'm not used to thinking about my own father this way, but it's quickly starting to grow on me. Almost like he could sense I was lost in thought he came around the island, placed a kiss on my head and said "Daddy will be in his office if you need me, make sure to clean up after yourself when you're finished." He said it with a gentle but stern tone, one I knew he meant business. But it was the look in his eyes that told me he had more on his mind and wasn't sure how to bring it up.

I finished what I could of the amazing breakfast Dad made for me and then cleaned up the kitchen quick, as I was finishing up, I remembered Luca. He probably thinks something terrible happened, he always assumes the worst. I went to my room and turned my phone on and the missed calls, texts, and voicemails flooded my inbox. I listened to one of the voicemails left by Luca late last night.

"Serena, I really hope you're just ignoring me, I'm sorry I should've listened to you and left the contacts in your phone alone. Please call me back when you get this, if you get this message." I rolled my eyes as he said the last part, I really wish he would just grow up. Little does he know I've been on the fence about our relationship for a couple weeks now. I've been debating on using college and my Dad being strict about my education as an excuse to end things with him, the truth is he just annoys me with his immaturity. In that very second, I decided that was the best thing for me to do, I called him back. It rang once before I heard Luca pick up.

"Oh my god Serena, I've been so worried!" He exclaimed.

"I'm fine Luca, what do you think was really going to happen?" I asked with a flat tone that suggested I dont want to entertain his freak out.

"I dont know, I didn't hear from you after you told me you sent a nude pic to your father!" He started raising his voice, he never likes being questioned. I took a deep breath and kept on track.

"Luca, I've been thinking the last couple weeks that I need space to focus on myself and my studies without distractions. You know how important my education is to me and after yesterday I cant risk anymore accidents. I ask you respectfully to give me the space I need, and I will come to you when I am ready if you are still willing." I was proud of myself for not backing down, but for also letting him down gently. It felt like a lifetime of silence had passed since I finished, I was about to ask if he was still there when he finally spoke.

"I knew he was a manipulative prick, ever since I met him." My stomach turned, Luca and Dad have never gotten along and I never expected them to, Luca was never going to be permanent. I clenched my jaw and then I said into the phone.

"Fuck you, Luca." And I hung up and blocked his number. I was up pacing my room and fuming when my phone pinged its notification sound, it was Dad, it said two words that told me he heard Luca and I arguing... Good Girl. My breath hitched and every worry I had about Luca melted away. With that I decided it was time for a steamy shower, to let Daddy know I like being his good girl.

I decided to spend the rest of my day catching up on studying so I don't fall behind, I wouldnt want Dad disappointed in me. I spent the next hour reading when there was a small knock on my bedroom door, its Dad.

"Dinner will be here in about half an hour, I want you to come down and eat with me so we can talk." My heart sank and all I could muster up to say was "Okay, Dad." I felt my stomach turn and the butterflies go crazy, Dad and I have been playing a naughty game of back and forth the last couple of days. With that in mind I changed into some comfortable pajama shorts and a tank top but made sure to not wear a bra or panties, this is fun. I braided my hair and freshened up a bit and then I headed to the kitchen, but then I realized he had dinner set up for us in the living room and a movie waiting for us paused. I came around the corner and our eyes lock, then I see his eyes quickly move up and down my body. I'm 5'7", pale skin, long legs, dark brown hair, with bright blue eyes like my mother. My tank top was tight fitting and barely hid my small B cup breasts, my shorts were the same story as they were short shorts. I saw a glimmer of something dangerous and naughty in my dads eyes for a second right before he said "Take a seat and get comfortable, princess. Daddy needs to have a talk with you." As the words came out of his mouth I felt my pussy get wet and I immediately obeyed and found myself sitting on the couch waiting for his next words...