Father

4

The clinking of knifes and forks on our plates in the silence was driving me insane. Lily was sitting beside means we ate, Harry was still not here eating as he had to 'tend to the scrambled eggs'

"So I heard Chris talking about you the other day" lily smirked.

"Really? What did he say?" I smiled goofily.

"That you're really hot, that he digs the whole 'fake innocent yet probably kinky' vibe you give him" she air quoted with her fingers. I scrunched up my nose and wiggled it like a rabbit.

"That doesn't make any sense, I'm not kinky, I've never even hooked up with a guy" I rolled my eyes. So did Lily.

"Stupid, you're supposed to say you are just to get in his pants, he's really popular.-"

"There will be no talk of that in this household" Harry said as he came in the room holding a plate of eggs. I mentally cursed as the thought crossed my mind of him knowing my lack of sexual activity. I don't want him to think of me as some naive young prude, that's boring. I want to be sexy, I want to call him daddy as he does naughty things to me, I want him to grip my hair as he makes me- oh god what is this man making me think.

He came closer to the table and sat down in the seat beside me, oh.

"Eat up girls, there's ten pounds worth of cheese in there" he said.

"Dad it's dollars here now" Lily corrected sassily.

"That's right, oh how could I forget this magnificent place we're in now" Harry smirked, as I felt a warm hand on my knee. I smiled and took it as a reassuring gesture, that was until the hand started sliding upwards and gripping my thigh harder. My breathing picked up and I shut my eyes unnoticed by Lily, she was texting a guy called 'ferguson' on her phone. His hand started to really get me worked up as it got closer to my area, so I stood up making my chair screech.

"I-I don't feel like eggs at the moment" I chuckled nervously. I picked up my plate and took it into the kitchen, a second later Harry came in looking quite frustrated. Whilst keeping his eyes on me, he yelled through the house;

"Lily, get in here please"

A second later her blonde head popped in the room.

"Yes?" she sassed.

"Take the recycling out please" Harry said, pointing towards the mountain of bottles and boxes. She grunted but walked over, picked them up and walked out the room much to my dismay.

"Well baby, it seems someone is a little uneasy with sexual tension" he cocked an eyebrow.

I didn't say anything I just stared.

"But when you get turned on enough, you pull little tricks don't you, like before when you kissed my côck, oh how I want those pretty lips around me-"

"But I thought there was no talk of that in this household" I sassed with a smirk, wow he's right I do do random shit when I'm turned on.

He seemed surprised for a second before he spoke again. "There is no talk about what's mine being given to someone else" he stepped closer and put a firm hand to the back of my neck, pulling me closer. His lips touched my neck before he sucked, his warm mouth and soft lips making me let out a quiet moan. He grunted and sucked harder, putting his other hand on my ass.

"Daddy" the soft man slipped past my lips. He immediately pulled away and stared at me as if I just told him I was a psychotic murderer.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to I just-" I shushed me by putting his thumb over my mouth.

"Say it again" he demanded quietly.

"I-"

"Say, it, again" he repeated.

"Daddy" I whispered.

"Darling I'm trying my hardest not to lock my daughter outside and take you on this bench right now" he panted. I couldn't help but smile shyly.

"That would be illegal Harry" I warned, yet with a smile on my face.

"I would gladly risk jail for you and your glorious body darling" he said as he ran a finger over my neck, making it really hurt. He had given me a hickey.

"Now you're mine babygirl"