Yes, Daddy. || in process of editing

"There's something about the grey."

Tessa

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Daddy's finger teased the top of my panties as we reached the gate of the Dornan manor. I felt his grip let go as the gate opened in front of us, both of his hands gripping the steering wheel. My cheeks blushed, pulling down my dress to cover my panties. He glanced at me, those grey eyes burning into my skin. "Baby girl," he spoke. I turned my face to him, watching him as he inched his face closer to mine. We backed away as grandmother came out of the house, our eyes turning away from each other. Daddy parked the car, opening up the door to his welcoming mother. I followed him, hugging my grandmother.

"Hello, Grandmother," I smiled at her. She lead me into the manor, my eyes darting around. Daddy followed us, greeting Grandfather and Uncle Elliot. Grandmother and I stopped as we stepped out into the garden. The workers were setting up the food, placing our meals on the placemats. Grandmother sat down, her hand ushering me to also. Daddy sat down next to me, his hand taking mine. I smiled as they placed my empty plate in front of me, fixing the table covering over my legs. Daddy grazed his hand over my leg, his fingertips tricking me. "Daddy," I whispered at him. He let go of me, his hand gripping his silverware as we began to eat. Grandmother asked me about college applications, which I answered her with a simple answer. I cut into my omelet, quietly eating it as Daddy traced my leg with his fingertip. His touch tickled me, distracting me from the rest of the family as he gripped my thigh. He forced my legs to spread apart, taking his hand into the gap. I felt him trace the top of my panties, his finger touching my heat.

"Don't fight, baby girl," he whispered to me. I blushed, letting him take control. I felt so revealed to him. He took control, hiking my dress up so I could feel the wind against my legs. I felt his finger against my slit, rubbing the wetness around. My hand went down and stopped his hand, clenching my thighs together as he kept touching me. I dropped my fork against the plate, everyone's attention going to me. He backed his hand away, resting it against my thigh. "Are you okay, baby girl?" He mocked me, licking his lips as my cheeks blushed. I nodded, telling everyone to proceed their brunch. My hand touched the cold glass of orange juice, gulping it as Daddy's fingers played with me. They were soaked from my wetness as he traced circles into my skin.

Grandmother wiped her mouth, "Is she sick, Jamie?" Daddy shook his head, drinking his cup of coffee. Once his hand was away from me, I straightened my dress under the table. After the brunch, we walked back into the manor. I sat down on the sofa in the family room, my eyes drifting towards the piles of wrapped boxes in the middle of the table. "I know your dad told me to not to buy that many gifts but Paris was amazing. Happy birthday," she touched my shoulder. I smiled, feeling Daddy sit down next to me. He reached for the first gift, bringing it to me. I felt the neat wrapping against my fingers, finding a corner to tear. My hands tore at the paper, hearing the crackle and rip that satisfied me.

I opened the box that was unwrapped, watching as the dress inside revealed itself to me. Daddy watched as my eyes lit up, my hands going for the fabric inside. It felt cool against my hand, the material sliding across my skin. Silk. The dress reminded me of the grey one that I wore for the school banquet, how the shade was exactly like it. This dress had a v-neckline, revealing the curve of my breasts. Daddy sucked in his breath, crossing his legs and looking at Grandmother. I ignored his actions, thanking her for the gift. My hand grabbed another box from the table, unwrapping it carefully. I opened it, revealing another dress that Grandmother bought me. This one was a light shade of pink, matching my colored cheeks. I put it back in the box, reaching for a more smaller box. It was from Uncle Elliot, who was on the phone with his girlfriend.

He paused his phone call, "Jasmine helped me with that gift." Daddy rolled his eyes, not pleased with Uncle Elliot's new girlfriend. I held in a laugh, Daddy's eyes glancing at me. My hand opened the box, revealing a necklace. It's stone sparkled as I moved it around, the light reflecting off of the jewel. I thanked him, setting it down with the other gifts. My hand reached for the final gift, taking out the note that was attached to it. I read the note, To my Tessa Grey, from the Dornan-Grey family. My mind could remember Daddy's handwriting, how he messaged me as his Tessa Grey. I smiled, opening up the gift. Uncle Elliot hung up the phone, sitting down next to Grandmother. "We wanted to get you'll something special that's from the family. I guess your dad just wanted all of the credit to himself," he chuckled. Grandmother shushed him, saying that Daddy didn't want to take the credit to himself. "It was a joke, mom," he chuckled again.

My eyes went to the framed picture of the family; our smiles being as bright as ever. I scanned the picture of the family when we went to the woods with Aunt Mia. Daddy's arm was around my shoulder, his usual emotion on. He never smiled in pictures. I was seventeen at the time, my wavy hair put in a ponytail. My mind remembered that it was a hot day, even hotter as we climbed up the trail. The view was amazing out there, how the sun was blocked with the high mountains. My finger traced the edge of the picture frame, my eyes staring at the picture inside. I thanked everyone, putting the item back into its velvet case. My hand placed the box on top of the rest of the boxes, smiling to everyone. I sat back, the family breaking into conversation. Daddy's arm was around me, shaking his head as Uncle Elliot talked about Jasmine again. "She's amazing," Daddy mimicked Uncle Elliot's voice. I laughed, leaning my head against his shoulder. He sucked in a breath, quickly relaxing when he realized no one was speculating anything. "Baby girl," he whispered.

I looked up into his eyes, whispering back. "Daddy." It was like the conversation became quiet as we gazed into each other's eyes, the grey mirroring from one iris to another. I could hear bits of the conversation, our eyes drifting apart. Daddy's finger traced circles into my arm, his fingertips trailing down my skin. I was listening to the conversation between Uncle Elliot and Grandfather, the jokes that they were making to each other. Daddy joined in, his back sitting straight up. My eyes stared at him, watching as the rest of the family conversed.

The day began to end, the sun going down as our faces grew brighter. I watched as Daddy hide his chuckle, breaking out in full laughter. His face lit up as he laughed along with his family, my teeth biting my bottom lip. We ended the day by going outside, watching as the stars lit up the sky. The rest of the family was still inside, having the rest of their night together. I felt Daddy's hand snake around my waist, gripping me as we walked onto the patio. "I liked lunch," I said. He turned to me, reminding me of when Jasmine interrupted and he almost wanted to pay her to get away. We walked next to the bushes, secluded to the rest of the open garden. He pushed his lips against mine, his hands gripping my waist as he leaned me over. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer to me as our lips moved in sync. We backed away, his thumb rubbing against my bottom lip. "That was breathtaking," I mumbled. We walked back into the manor, saying goodbye to the family as we walked out the door. I slid into the Audi, resting my head against the door. He started the engine as I began to drift into my sleep state.

I felt myself fall on the ground, the marble tile feeling cold against my legs. He offered out his hand, picking me up gracefully. I felt his hand against mine as we picked up where we were. He held me as we moved across the floor, his eyes looking into mine. "Copy my actions, baby girl," he whispered as I stepped on his feet again. I blushed, looking down as I saw his feet move. We started moving again, our feet moving together. He smiled at me, twirling me around. I gasp, feeling as he brought my body back to him. He gazed into my eyes, stopping our dance as I turned my front to him. Even with my heels, he was towering my height. I felt his lips against mine, the softness pressing on me. "There's something about the grey." He looked into my eyes with lust, his grey eyes showing the sparkle that I haven't seen for years.