Deep Water, Dark Desires Pt. 03

**All characters in this story are consenting adults over 18 years old.**

"Honey, Jayden's here wanting to talk to you. Do you want me to sent him away?" Daddy asked sticking his head through the door into my bedroom. He looked unfairly handsome standing there, his blue eyes made even more striking by the short-sleeved navy button-down he wore. The slight strain of the fabric over his bicep a quiet reminder of the power he could wield over me.

"No, I'll talk to him." I rolled my eyes. "I'll be down in a sec."

Daddy gave me a lingering, appreciative look before pulling my bedroom door closed again. A private smile tugged at my lips, knowing he liked what he saw. I knew I'd been dressing for his attention lately--shirts that flashed a bit more midriff, leggings that hugged my curves, or the sundresses he liked, worn with no panties... just in case we found some time alone. Today, I wore a white cropped tank and loose pink knit shorts--feminine, soft, and hanging just right on my hips.

Ever since our night away last week, I'd been aching for his touch. The memory of what he'd done to me still pulsed hot beneath my skin, leaving me breathless every time it surfaced. Just thinking about it sent a rush through my chest, sharp, dizzying, almost unbearable. It was more intoxicating than any porn I'd ever seen, and left me wet more often than I cared to admit.

I'm not sure if anyone has ever had a better first time. To be guided through my initiation with such love and experience--never mind a lust that burned so hot I'm surprised the sheets didn't catch fire. If that's considered wrong, then I don't want to be right. Here my poor friends were, having sex with these teenage boys that would fumble through foreplay and then barely get it in before they came. Erica could have Jayden. Honestly, if she wasn't such a terrible person I'd almost feel sorry for her.

Mom had been around an annoying amount this week. Dad suspected her most recent fling had ended, so she hadn't been "working overtime" like usual. She also suspiciously switched from her usual night shift to working days, her schedule now lining up with Daddy's, and we could only guess as to why. She said she was filling in for someone on leave, but something about the story seemed strange. Whatever was going on, I could tell she was trying to play nice with Daddy, rubbing his shoulders and cooking his favorite meals. It was pissing me off frankly, but both of us were so determined to act natural and not raise any red flags that we were all pretending to be a normal happy family. It was a fucked up mess and it was wearing my nerves thin. Daddy was getting tired of making excuses to not go to bed with her and having to fall asleep in his chair every night. He wanted to tell her it was over, but he was still trying to decide on the smartest way to go about it and getting his finances in order. He said he has an appointment with his lawyer next week and after that he would have a plan.

Until we could be on own we had to be so careful. We'd only given in to our desires once--two days after we got home--when he lifted my skirt and bent me over in the laundry room, taking me with the desperation of a man who'd been held underwater and needed me like air. He had thought mom was in the shower, but when we came out she was in the kitchen where she could possibly have heard our voices and the squeaking of metal, and we had to scramble to come up with a story about one of my AirPods falling between the washer and dryer. She hadn't seemed suspicious, but the scare had rattled us both. It's been a week now, and he's barely touched me. And though I understand why, it's still left me feeling neglected to the point where it was almost a physical pain.

Jayden waited quietly for me sitting on the rail of our covered front porch and greeted me as I came out.

"Hey," I said moving closer. "Why are you here?" I hadn't said it in an accusing way, just curious what else he could have to say.

"I just wanted to talk to you and you blocked me on everything."

"Jayden, all the messages were just too much. I heard what I needed to hear, and I said what I needed to say. You were making this way harder than it needs to be."

"But can't we at least be friends? We were friends for years, Autumn. You're really going to throw all of that away over one drunken mistake?" I wasn't really falling for it. Sure, we were in the same friend group and hung out often, but it's not like we were ever that close.

"I mean, we don't have to be enemies. We have a lot of mutual friends. I'm sure we'll end up hanging out sometimes. But yeah, I don't want to be your girlfriend anymore. You're going away to college, and I'm staying here. I mean, you couldn't wait more than a couple days to cheat on me when you got to WSU. Why should I believe you'll stay faithful when we're apart for months at a time?" I took a deep breath before I spoke again. "Listen, I'm not even that mad. Let's just agree we had some fun and move on."

He moved toward me then, boxing me in against the post I had been standing in front of, and I felt repelled by his touch. How had I ever let this skinny little boy put his hands on me?

"It wasn't like that. I wasn't planning on this. I really like you. Shit just got out of control over there. Come on, Baby, don't pretend like what we had meant nothing to you," he said and I internally cringed at the cheesiness of the line. "Autumn, look at me." He lifted my chin dragging my sight away from the Abercrombie emblem on his linen shirt so I had to meet his eyes. Instead of more groveling like I expected him to do, he kissed me hard. I froze for a second processing the pure audacity of it before I balled my fist and punched him as hard as I could in the stomach. He was completely unguarded and doubled over on impact.

"What the fuck!" he grunted, bent at the waist.

"My thoughts exactly! Why the fuck would you think I'd want to kiss you?"

"Oh my god, you've always been such an uptight little bitch. I should have known a nun like you would get so bent out of shape over a kiss," he said straightening again with violence in his eyes.

"Is that so?" If only he knew the things I was willing to do for the right man.

"Yeah, hey--and I wouldn't stress about having to hang out with me around our 'mutual friends.' I'm not so sure they're as mutual as you think."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Just that they had plenty to say about you when we were in Pullman." He practically lit up with the thrill of dropping that little bomb, so I decided to bite.

"Oh yeah? Like what?"

"I'll just say this--did you maybe ever leave your diary out during a sleepover?"

I frantically searched my memory trying to recall everything I'd ever written in my journal. Thankfully, I hadn't touched it in over a year, having switched to a password protected app on my phone instead, so there couldn't be anything too damning. I shook my head, playing dumb with a look of confusion, though the flicker of betrayal in my eyes was genuine. Just the mention of my diary made it pretty clear that Erica, and possibly the other girls who'd been there, had been talking about me behind my back.

"Whatever. Never mind. I don't even care," I said with a shrug. "Erica clearly has a thing for you and will say whatever it takes to get your attention. So go ahead--go see her. Knock yourself out." I turned and walked back toward the door.

"Maybe I will," he said. "She's pretty fun to hang out with--if you know what I mean, and you can go back inside to your daddy." I paused before turning the door handle, my stomach plummeting with the insinuation. What had he heard? I just rolled my eyes at him and walked in, slamming the door behind me.

"Is everything alright, Honey?" My mom asked as I stormed up to my room.

"Yeah, I'm fine," I said as I blew by. I didn't really have the bandwidth to fake it right now. I closed the door and dug through my shelves for my old diary needing to know what they had seen that was gossip worthy. I was frantically scanning the pages when there was a small knock on my door and it opened without invitation.

"Do you want to talk about it?" My mom asked. I hate to admit it, but when I saw her I just felt nothing but irritation. Ever since I entered middle school she had been fading from my life. She was never home, and when she was, she was sleeping or glued to her phone. It had hurt when I was younger, but now that I knew why she had always been so preoccupied, my resentment was ten fold. Daddy and I had adjusted to life without her years ago. And now here she was, back like some unwanted guest, trying to rekindle her marriage and play catch-up with her daughter. It didn't feel like a reunion--it felt like an intrusion.

"No, not really." I replied.

"Who was the boy?" It irritated me even more that she didn't know who he was. She didn't even recognize him from my prom photos.

"My ex-boyfriend," I said exasperated. "Mom, I really don't feel like talking about this. Can you just leave me alone, please."

"Okay Honey, I just want you to know that I am always here for you." I made a derisive snort. Give me a break.

"You haven't been here for me in years," I rolled my eyes. In the back of my mind I knew starting a fight with her was a bad idea, but between the fight with Jayden, my "friends" violation of my privacy, and the fact that this bitch had been here cockblocking me for the last week had me crashing out.

"I know I've been working a lot and haven't been around enough, but I really want to make some changes."

"Working, hmm?" I scoffed, giving her a long, knowing look.

She didn't say a word. Didn't ask what I meant. Didn't even try to play dumb.

But I saw it in her eyes--that flicker of guilt, that tiny shift in her expression. She knew. She knew exactly what I was referring to.

"Please get out of my room," I said again, voice flat.

She stood there a second longer, like she might say something. But she didn't. Just turned and closed the door behind her.

When she left I started shaking--then crying. Not only was I still upset about everything from before, now I was also regretting my loss of control and wondering if it might affect Daddy's plans. I was supposed to be playing happy family, not confronting her about affairs that I wasn't supposed to know about.

I curled into a ball on my bed wishing I could disappear. Wanting to pick up tomorrow and move to San Diego like we had talked about, and leave all of this behind.

I heard a soft knock before my door opened and Daddy came in locking the door behind him. He saw my tears and lay down next to me, his large body engulfing mine, holding me and stroking my back until I calmed. He smelled so good, the faint scent of his cologne spicy and dark as I buried my face in his chest, and all the tension inside me started melting away.

"I'm sorry, Daddy," I said my breath still slightly shaky.

"Sorry? Why, Baby?" He wiped away a tear from my cheek.

"When Mom was in here I sort of implied that I knew she wasn't working all those extra hours."

"Ahh... so that's what's going on with her. I thought she was stomping around out there." He kissed my forehead and down my cheek. "It's okay, Sweetheart. I know this has been really hard on you, but it's going to be over really soon," he reassured.

"You aren't mad at me?" I asked looking up at his face. "I don't want to mess anything up for you."

"No, of course I'm not mad at you, Baby." He brushed my hair from my face and placed small kisses across my cheekbone and down my neck, the feel of his stubble and his breath against my ear sending a wave of hormones crashing through my body. All I could do was cling to him like a life raft while the storm of need raged inside me. "I love you so much, I could never be mad at you," he said softly against my skin.

"Daddy..." I breathed and tilted my head to expose my neck. "You have no idea how badly I need you. I've been going crazy without you," I whispered breathless and desperate. I didn't know where my mom was, she could have been outside the door for all I knew, but I was beyond caring, my brain short circuiting. I fumbled with the button of his jeans as I looked up into his eyes so similar in color to mine. He just nodded and took over undoing his pants, hastily shoving them down to his thighs. Then sliding his hand though the loose leg of my shorts, he found my pussy bare and wet. A growl of approval rumbled from his chest before he was on top of me, his weight pinning me to the mattress. His thick cock slid between my slick folds, finding exactly where I needed him--no clothes removed, no time wasted. He stretched and filled that aching, hollow part of me that had been desperate for him all week, and with him finally inside me, I sucked in a deep breath feeling like I had finally come up for air.

Our tongues met, warm and slick, as he held me, one hand tangled in my hair, claiming me, the other gripping my shoulder to keep me steady as he took quiet, powerful thrusts. Somehow, he knew exactly where to go, hitting that perfect spot that made my toes curl and my legs wrap tighter around his waist. That spot that sent a delicious tension coiling low in my belly, winding tighter with every joining of our bodies.

Short staccato breaths were the only signal to him that I was nearing my peak, and he lifted up on one elbow so he could look in my eyes and see the way I fell apart for him. With his lips no longer on mine, soft, involuntary whines slipped from my throat, and he put a large palm firmly over my lips to muffle the sound. With our eyes locked together and the driving rhythm of his strokes, I broke open with pleasure, my back arching off the bed, teeth biting into the meat of his hand, as I lost control of my body.

With his hand still covering my mouth, I panted through my nose as his pace grew more urgent. His cock swelled and hardened, his face twisting, as he silently spilled inside me in hot spirts.

He collapsed on top of me, breathing heavily, the weight of him feeling safe and soothing, like all was right in the world. But too soon, he was rolling to my side and zipping up his pants once more, the only evidence of our transgression the wetness between my thighs.

Cuddled close together we heard it then, the hum of the garage door opening. We looked at each other and smiled. Daddy fished around the bed for his phone, and when he found it, checked the outdoor cameras to make sure she was really leaving.

"Baby, I don't care what you said to her to make her go, I'm just so damn glad she's gone." He chuckled with relief.

"Do you think she'll be gone for long?"

"It's hard to say. I have a GPS tracker in the car though, so we should have a pretty good idea in a few minutes."

"You do?" I said, surprised.

"Yeah, if she went to the store or a coffee shop or something, she'll probably be back soon. If she's at her boyfriend's place, I'd bet we have a few hours at least."

With our heads together we watched as she drove across town and parked at an apartment complex.

"Yep, that's his place." He turned his head to smile at me. "We should be alone for a while."

"Tell me what you know about him," I said, curious.

"Umm... well, I don't know that much. He's younger than her. Divorced, and has partial custody of two little kids. They work together at the hospital. He's a respiratory therapist." He finished with a shrug.

"I thought maybe they broke up and that's why she switched to days."

"I thought it might be something like that too, but I guess not. Lucky us," he said turning toward me. I wasn't going to waste anymore time thinking about Mom while we had this precious time alone. I snuggled closer to him, my hand snaking up his T-shirt seeking his bare skin.

"I've missed you so much," I whispered. "Please don't make me wait that long again."

"I know, Baby. I've missed you, too. I promise I'll do better." He smiled down at me and placed a soft kiss on my lips. "Let's get under the blankets again like we did at the hotel." We both stripped off our clothes and tossed them on the floor before crawling under my lilac comforter. When my naked skin pressed against his it felt like home in a way nowhere else did, like he's some kind of base to recharge.

"So, tell me what happened with Jayden," he asked.

"I punched him in the stomach." I said and then giggled.

"Wait. Back up." He propped himself up on an elbow to look down at me. "You hit him? What did the little bastard do?"

"He cornered me and forced me to kiss him, so I punched him in the stomach. I'm sure you could watch it on the doorbell camera." With his face serious, he found his phone and we watched the replay together of the conversation, the kiss, and then the punch that had Jayden folded over and cursing.

"Next time that kid comes by, it's my turn," he said menacingly.

And of course next, he heard the comment about the gossip--along with the "go back to Daddy" jab.

"I don't know what they read in my journal," I said quietly. "I haven't written in it in ages, so I don't think it has anything to do with us, but his little remark at the end scared me."

"I wouldn't worry about it, Sweetheart. It's probably my fault. I was... less than welcoming when he came to the door, to put it mildly. That was probably what he was talking about."

"You think?" I asked hopefully.

"I do. He was just trying to hurt you any way he could. I bet none of what he said was true."

"I don't know. Erica is a complete bitch. I totally expect that from her. I'm sure at the very least she made up something to say about me. I hope that it was just her though. I really liked the other girls." We were quiet for a moment as he pet my back and I pondered the situation.

"I'll be right back, okay," I said, padding naked to the shelf where I'd left the diary. He watched as I thumbed through it on my way back to bed. When I returned, he lifted the blanket in invitation and adjusted the pillows so we could lie comfortably on our sides, my back pressed against his chest. When he stuffed his arm under the pillows, he found my vibrator and pulled it out showing it to me with his eyebrows raised.

"I told you I missed you," I said smiling back at him unembarrassed.

"I promise I'll take better care of you from now on, Baby." He placed kisses on my neck that had me arching, pressing my ass into the bend of his hips.

I flipped through the book, speed-reading for any interesting entries. There was one where I talked about my guilt after the first and only time I shoplifted some scrunchies from a Ross when I was in ninth grade, and I read it out loud to Daddy laughing. There was another one that talked about New Year's Eve sophomore year when we drank all of Elaina's mom's wine coolers and went in the hot tub in our underwear. I read that one to him as well. He already knew all of this stuff because he was the one that comforted me when I confessed to him my brief foray into crime. He was the one that picked me up, wet and drunk before midnight after I threw up my wine coolers, then helped me get cleaned up and into bed. There were little mentions of his kindness everywhere in my diary, and even more in my memory. No wonder no boy had ever measured up to him.

There were a couple I thought could be problematic, too. One from last year when Sarah's boyfriend had come on to me. I had said no, but I hadn't told her what he had done. There was also a couple where I had complained about Erica or spilled some tea about other people. Ultimately, there wasn't anything I was too embarrassed about though and I felt better. I stuffed the diary under my mattress ready to forget about it for now.

Daddy's hands tickled and caressed my side, down my thigh, across my belly, until I was aching for more. I pushed my hips back encouragingly against his hard length, stroking his erection in the crack of my bottom.

"You want that?" he asked low and flirty in my ear. I nodded and lifted one leg slightly giving him better access. He adjusted slightly aligning himself with my entrance and sunk in deep.

"I love when you're inside me, Daddy."

"I love it, too. Nothing else feels this good. I want to be in you every chance I get. From now on we'll go for drives, take out the boat after work, whatever it takes, but I won't stay away from you this long ever again." He thrust inside me slowly but powerfully. When I heard a familiar hum I turned my head to look and my flower shaped vibrator was in his hand. "Let me watch you play with your toy, Baby."

I looked in his eyes as I pushed the blanket down and placed the center of the rose right over my clit. I cried out almost immediately, the suction and vibration almost too much with Daddy's thick cock moving and stimulating my nerves from the inside as well. Mouth open and face contorted I whined and moaned.

"I've never seen anything more beautiful than your face when you cum for me." His words always made me feel so sexy and desirable. It felt so good as he thrust deep, each push like a wave bringing me closer to the ledge. "Come on, show me," he encouraged, and only seconds later I tipped over, falling. My face a silent scream, my body thrashing with the intensity while he held me cooing in my ear.

"That's Daddy's good girl. You're so fucking beautiful."

Panting, I turned off the toy, my upper body twisted toward him as he cupped my jaw and kissed me deeply. His granite hard cock and the urgency in his hips a reminder that he still needed his release. I rolled my hips back encouragingly, wanting him to use my body.

"Fuck me harder, Daddy, please," I whispered against his lips, craving his forceful hands and pounding cock. The lust in his eyes was like a drug, addictive. The hand that had been gently cupping my chin slid down to my neck.

"You want it rough, huh?" His voice a low rumble. "You want to be Daddy's slut again?" His harsh words in my ear like oxygen to the banked fire in me, making it roar to life again.

"Yes," I nodded, panting.

He lifted my knee up high against my chest and sat up to kneel between my legs. His long, swollen cock lay heavy and glistening with my juices on my freshly shaved pussy as he stroked it.

"You want me to abuse this perfect little cunt, huh?"

"Oh my god, yes!"

He pushed my knees until they were pressed against my chest.

"Keep your legs here," he commanded, guiding himself to my entrance before thrusting in, so deep, relentless, filling me to the edge of pain. I tried to relax, surrendering my body to him, and when I did, pleasure bloomed, his fat cock pressing against every sensitive nerve inside me. A low moan escaped my throat.

"That's right, moan for your daddy while he fucks you all folded up like a filthy whore." He pumped into me fast five or six times before pulling out and slapping is heavy cock against my clit. Then he sunk into me again, fucking me hard with one hand pressed against the upper part of my chest. I couldn't move. I was his fuck doll, just a hole to dump his cum in, and it made me So. Fucking. Hot. His hips thrust, jackhammering, the sounds of my wailing and slapping skin filling the room. "That's right Baby, let the neighbors hear you get fucked by your daddy. They should all know what a depraved, kinky little slut you are."

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, Daddy," I chanted as he pistoned inside my cunt and then I screamed unrestrained as I was overcome with the most intense wave of pleasure. I whimpered with aftershocks as he finished, hips grinding as he poured himself into me.

I laid there with my legs still in the air breathing heavily as he slipped out but stayed kneeling in front of me.

"Look at that," he said reverently. "It's so fucking beautiful with two big loads of Daddy's cum inside it." His fingers caressed my folds, parting them for his inspection and spreading our mixed fluids all over my pussy. "Stay just like that. I'll be right back." He went to my bathroom and I heard the faucet running.

"I'll clean you up," he said as he sat back down on the bed. He gently wiped my sticky thighs, my labia, and then the thick semen I felt dripping from my pussy with a damp cloth. I tensed my tummy pushing it out of me and he groaned with approval as he wiped away his cream.

After I was clean, he kissed me there, sweetly at first, but then as if he couldn't resist, tongued and suckled my swollen, overly sensitive clit fiercely until I reached another swift orgasm.

Finally feeling sated for the first time since our little trip on the boat over a week ago, my eyes were so heavy I could barely keep them open.

"Why don't you take a little nap, Sweetheart, and I'll wake you before dinner." All I could do was nod in response as he covered me with the soft comforter and kissed me on the forehead, tucking me in before I fell asleep.