Stories of the Night

arrival.

"In here, princess!"

A few seconds later, I heard the shuffle of tired shoes approach my office door. The heavy wood swung open and hit the catch spring, banging loudly.

Dahlia's face burned bright as she stiffened, her eyes darting to mine.

Even though I was relieved to see her again after spending all day apart, I also had to parent her.

Furrowing my brow, I rose to my feet and pointed to the plush chair in front of my desk. Dahlia sighed but dropped into the chair.

Her lime green eyes flicked guility up at me. It was adorable. My baby girl was every bit as sweet as she was beautiful.

"I understand you've had a long day," I said, "but that's no excuse to disrespect my things."

"Yes, daddy. I'm sorry."

"And?"

"It won't ever happen again," she mumbled. Her eyes turned down to inspect her clasped hands.

"Look at me when we're talking," I ordered, nodding when she obeyed. "Thank you." I sank back into my seat. "How was your day at school?"

"It was fine. My physics exam was atrocious."

"Did you fail?"

She blew out her pink lips. "Probably."

"Is it your study habits? Do you need a tutor?"

"No..." she muttered softly.

"What is it then, hm? You can tell me anything. You know that."

Rolling her lips, Dahlia fidgeted with the ends of her long blonde hair. Her anxiety troubled me.

I did everything in my power to always keep her happy and safe. Since I had taken her in at just barely 11 years old, she had lived a sheltered life. Her life revolved around soccer, school, and me.

I couldn't have guessed I would be raising my mate as a daughter, but I was happy with this. As long as Dahlia was in my life, I would be whatever she needed me to be.

"Can I come sit in your lap, daddy?"

I nodded and pushed my chair back. She walked around my desk, placed a delicate hand on my shoulder, and swung one of her legs over my lap.

Then she wiggled her bottom around to get comfortable, inadvertently rubbing herself against my cock. I grunted as the buzz of desire heated my balls and hardened my member.

This had been happening more often since she'd become an older teenager and my body became more attuned to her. More attracted to her.

And devastatingly for me, my little mate had an hourglass body to kill.

Holding myself still, I waited for Dahlia to settle before resting my hands on her back. My fingers traced soothing circles over her silky athletic shirt.

Her chest pressed deeper against me. I noticed with another low groan that her breasts felt fuller against me than usual.

How was that even possible? Eighteen year old girls were supposed to be physically mature.

I sighed into her hair, kissing her neck. A strangled noise sounded above me.

I frowned and then pulled back. Dahlia's eyes flashed open.

Her mouth was parted in a breathy pant and her gaze seemed glossy, like she was in a trance. She wiggled her hips again with a little whine.

I couldn't help but watch her in shock.