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Golden tendrils of morning light pierced the curtains, dancing across Dad's tranquil face, painting a tableau of peace. I drank in the sight, the gentle rise and fall of his chest, the steady rhythm of his heart beneath my palm. The storm of last night had passed, leaving only calm in its wake.
Dad's eyes fluttered open, confusion dissolving into recognition as he focused on me. Last night's memories washed over him like a dark tide, guilt and shame casting long shadows across his features.
"Good morning, Daddy," I whispered, my lips brushing against his in a soft kiss.
"Morning, baby." His voice was a rough, sleep-laden growl. One hand reached up, fingers hovering gently over the spot where he'd struck me, his touch as light as a moth's wing. "How are you feeling?"
"Perfect," I assured him, turning to kiss his palm. "Everything's perfect now."
Relief flooded his face, but the shadows of guilt lingered, staining his expression like a bruise. "Jessie, about last night—"
"We don't need to talk about it," I interrupted, my body sliding against his. I could feel his desire stirring, hardening against my thigh, despite the mental anguish etched on his face. A smile played on my lips as my fingers trailed down his chest. "You agreed to my rules. That's all that matters."
Dad nodded, his hands settling at my waist. I could see the battle raging in his eyes—desire clashing with his determination to follow my rules, to be gentle, to be what I wanted. I leaned down, my breath warm on his ear.
"Do you want me, Daddy?" I asked, my voice a sweet, innocent melody.
"Always," he admitted, his eyes darkening with desire. "But after last night, maybe we should take it slow."
I pouted, pushing myself up to straddle him. His cock pressed against me through the thin fabric of my panties—the only thing I'd put on before falling asleep. "I don't want to take it slow," I said, rolling my hips against him. "I want my Daddy inside me."
His hands tightened on my waist, but he made no move to pull me down or push me away. I could see the conflict in his eyes, a storm of desire and restraint. I reached down, freeing his cock from his boxers.
"Rule number two," I reminded him, my voice a sultry purr. "You do exactly what I say in bed. No more, no less." I lifted my hips, positioning myself above him. "And right now, I'm saying I want you to fuck me."