His Perfect Daughter

Chapter 2

Who was I kidding? I can't do this. I'm not his wife. Hope woke up the next morning clutching her head with her palms. You wish he'd make you his wife. Her wolf piped in. No, no, I don't. Ew. Why do I always have weird thoughts? I need Google.

As Hope got her laptop out, she began typing "Why do I have weird thoughts about my dad" in Google search. Okay, let's see. Hope hovered over some articles. "I get bad thoughts like my dad having a heart attack and dying." Nope, not it.

She was about to turn off her laptop until she saw an article titled "Intrusive thoughts". She clicked on "Intrusive thoughts" and began reading. "An intrusive thought is an unwelcome involuntary thought, image, or unpleasant idea that may become an obsession, is upsetting or distressing, and can feel difficult to manage or eliminate." That totally sounds like me. "It is normal to have weird thoughts about your mother, father, brother, or sister. But if it has been consistent, you might be suffering from a sexual form of OCD." Wait what? I mean, yeah, I always had weird thoughts about dad because he's..you know, not your typical looking dad. I don't think I have OCD. In other words, sexy. Her wolf piped in again. Can you stop? Hope growled at herself as she began typing again and searched for forums related to intrusive thoughts and OCD.

Hope hovered over a forum site titled: "No Judgement Zone" and clicked on it. She was horrified and yet aroused at the posts. Isn't this place supposed to help people who have these issues? She read a post from a forumer named Daddy'sLittleGirl. "Sometimes I wish I could sneak at night to my dad's bed and bounce on his cock while he's asleep." Curious she tapped the replies. "Been there, done that", "A girl can dream", "Then go get him girl", "I can teach you. I've done it", "I wish too. Why did my dad have to be so hot?". Hope laughed at the replies, feeling comfortable and understood. I seriously need to make an account on here. Maybe they can help me with dad. Hope thought grinning and creating an account.

Hope was so engrossed on reading posts, she didn't realize her father was home until he leaned against her door. "Hope. We need to talk." Niklaus sighed as he stood there crossing his arms. "Okay. Talk." Hope shrugged and gestured for him to com in. In a flash, he sat beside her on the bed. Why did he have to sit so close? Hope bit her lip unconsciously as she slowly glanced at his face, traveling down to his neck, then to his belt, feeling a sudden heat rise within her, so she quickly looked back at her screen. Why is it so hot in here? Hope didn't even realize her father was still talking to her as her thoughts went all over the place. It didn't make things any better when she continued to read those incestuous posts.

"Are you listening, Hope? Niklaus questioned, turning to face his daughter who was once again flushed in the face, but seemed to be in a trance. He then looked in the direction she was facing. Is it that troublesome device responsible for her strange behavior?

"Um, yeah, I was listening dad. You always have these lectures." Hope rolled her eyes.

"Ah, is that so? Summarize it for me." Niklaus stated with a grin knowing full well his daughter was bullshitting him. "If you do, I'll answer the question you had for me." Niklaus paused. "But if you admit you didn't, I'll finally resort to giving you a spanking. Perhaps your mother did have a point regarding physical discipline." He continued. "Maybe you'd even listen when I tell you not the do something."

As soon as she heard "spanking", she took her eyes away from the screen and looked at her father, praying there was actual intent in that statement. Oh, please do dad. You should spank me for having all these gross thoughts about you. In fact, take it all out on me dad. Hope thought. Oh my god...I sound like the girls on the forum. Hope bit her lip scared at her increased perverted thoughts of her father.

Shaking her head she replied making sure not to act excited, "Fine. Okay. I didn't hear any of it. Go ahead dad. You're right."

"I figured you didn't. But you know I would never hurt you, Hope. I was only kidding, love. I don't believe in physical discipline." Niklaus responded calmly.

Well you sure believed in it when you were doing stuff with those women. Hope shivered remembering the event with a bit of envy. Does he even know he's teasing me? I highly doubt it. Hope scoffed.

"What's the matter, love?" Niklaus rubbed his daughter's shoulder and sensing her arousal spike. What is this sudden arousal lately with her? "As your father, I can't help, but notice. Have you been feeling ill, love?" He questioned.

Great. Now I'm getting horny by just him touching me like this. Does he not remember what happened or is he just dense? Hope furrowed her brows. "There's nothing wrong unless you mean how you disappear all the time to go to that place. And no, dad, I'm not ill. Why?" Hope replied turning to face him again, but instead of looking where she was supposed to, her eyes brought her to his lips. Just one won't hurt. It's his fault for making me feel like this. Hope debated as her wolf senses were making her go haywire due to their proximity. It's now or never. She hastily locked lips with her father, enjoying the mixing of their saliva and clashing tongues before he quickly withdrew from her.

What in the bloody hell is going on with her? Was it that place? It has to be. She's never been constantly aroused nor has she ever acted this way before. Niklaus soon realized an uncomfortable sensation was forming below his belt. Not now. He growled low. "Hope, you are not supposed to act this way towards me. You know this. I'm beginning to think I understand why you are acting this way. Is that place?" He continued. "I'm sure it is and you saw things you weren't supposed to see and things you weren't supposed to hear. You were never supposed to be there in the first place. That's what it is. You are ill. Don't worry, love. We can get you the proper help you need." Niklaus nodded assured while cupping Hope's face.

Furious, Hope's mind swarmed with thoughts.The proper help I need? Who does he think he is? Look at you! Hypocrite. I know I'm not supposed to. I wasn't born yesterday. The difference is I wanted to. He's talking to me like I'm still 10 and I had no idea what I was doing. WRONG. I'm 18 and a wolf or did he forget that? He needs a crash course. Maybe dad is the one who should be attending the "gifted" school a.k.a. a bunch of supernaturals, instead of me. We learned how the wolf dynamic works in class. Thing is, I've always felt this way about you dad, sorry. Yesterday awakened it is all. Guess I'll have to educate you myself.

Hope stood up and crossed her arms. "Dad, I'm not 10. I'm 18. I knew what I was doing. And I don't want help or need it, so save it. Did yesterday have something to do with it? Yeah, it did. But all yesterday did was speed up the process. Now can you leave dad, you know, since I'm "ill" to you now." She sternly replied, opening the door as she fought back her tears. "Bye dad. I have stuff to do." With that, she slammed the door as he got out.

Why do I feel as if I did something wrong? No, you didn't. Don't be a fool. She's your daughter. She's not supposed to be feeling or doing things like that. Same goes for you. Don't entertain her behavior. You've been around longer. Wolf or not, some lines cannot be crossed. It's normal, but it isn't right. She'll have to understand. I'll have to educate her myself. Niklaus sighed and walked to the living-room, grabbing a few paintbrushes, and canvas.