"Get your ass down here, Jenny." My disappointed tone carries through the house to whatever room he's hiding in. She promised me. Swore with her big pouty eyes that she'd do better. That she would make me proud. The email I just received from her teacher says differently.
She bounces into the doorway wearing an absurdly tight shirt, showing off her delicious plump breasts and peaked nipples. Little fucking temptress, slut. Her skirt is no better, barely covering her ass, showing off golden legs for days. Keeping my cock in check gets more difficult every day around her. There are too many thoughts and fantasies of defiling her.
"What is it, Daddy?" Her skin puckers just above her nose, frowning. "Is everything okay?"
I shove my hands in my pockets, rocking on my heels, letting my eyes drink her down until I'm intoxicated. "I received your test scores, Jenny. Either you lied, or you don't give a shit about your future." Her lashes lower, clasping her hands in front of her. I cover the distance between us in a few short strides. Grabbing her chin, I force her eyes to mine. "Don't look away from me when I'm talking to you, Jennifer Renee. What do you have to say for yourself?"
She bites the corner of her lip, sucking on that sweet pea-pink pillow. Lord help me, I'm on the verge of bending her over my desk and rightly punishing her. "I... I tried, Daddy. I promise I studied as hard as I could. It's just so hard, I don't understand it."
"You should have told me you needed help." Raking my gaze again, shaking my head. My cock fills, watching her nervously pant, her tight breasts flaunting their perfection. I sigh, taking her hand. "Come sit with me, Jenny. I don't like being mad at you, but you did promise me. And if you can't communicate your needs, what will it be like in college? Advocate your needs, baby girl."
She shrugs while we walk to the small loveseat in my office. I sit back, taking up the centre, leaving no room to either side of me. I press a hand on her hip, guiding her back to sit on my lap. Her body is rigid and nervous. I brush my fingers up and down her arm. "Don't be so jittery. Relax, Jenny. I'm upset you failed. That doesn't mean Daddy doesn't love you, baby girl."
Peering at me over her shoulder, she hides behind half-lidded eyes, biting that lower lip playfully instead of out of shame. "I am sorry, Daddy. I know you want the best for me. I didn't want you to think I was dumb having to ask for help."
Still slowly stroking her arm, I extend my path down her thigh. Her soft skin is plush against my fingertips. Her breath hitches, and I tuck back a loose plait of her hair, pressing my lips to her ear. "I'll never be ashamed of you, baby girl." Moving to her inner thigh, gooseflesh prickles her skin. "I want you to talk to me, Jenny. Tell Daddy what you need, baby girl."
A small gasp, and she adjusts her ass in my lap. Not trying to get away, but she's unsure if she's comfortable. It only makes my cock grow harder. Nothing between me and her sweet little cunt other than two layers of cotton blend. I coax another sound out of her, sliding up her skirt and brushing my knuckles along her panties. "Daddy?" She whines hesitantly, unsure if this is okay. But her desire wins whatever battle is raging in her little head, letting her legs fall open. I grip her thighs, moving her to straddle my legs, spreading her wide.
Seduction, my tone tender, my inflections alluring her gentle senses, soothing her fear. My mouth grazes her ear as I whisper, "It's not wrong, Jenny. I'm just teaching my baby girl how to communicate. Tell Daddy." Skating my other hand up her side, caressing her nipples into stiff peaks. "What. Do. You. Need." Feathering my fingers up and down her seam. Her honey spills slowly, soaking her panties. I'm aching steel, my cock pressing against her tight little ass. She can't ignore me, the hard ridge giving her something to grind against. I love the little sounds she's making. The perfect chord simmering my need. "Do you like Daddy petting your pussy?"
