Sometimes he worries she's capable of breaking his fingers. Good way to get them broken, though, although good luck explaining it to the ER doctor. The wild thrusts of her hips captures all his attention and he watches, his mouth watering as his eyes streak over the arch of her back. The sound of her pleasure is the best part, though, it always is--it's the tone of her voice, the fact that she calls him 'daddy'.
Oh, yes, so wrong. Horrible, disgusting, a vile abuse of his power and the trust of his daughter. And that just all makes it so much better, especially considering how much she wants the trust to be violated along with the rest of her.
As her hips slow, Richard slides his fingers from her and licks them clean, sighing sharply at the taste. Then his hand lowers to stroke her hair and the back of her neck as she rests against his thigh, a small smile on his face. "I love you, too, baby, you don't even understand how much I love you." It turns him on to say, just as much as it turns him on to hear, both her declaration and his adding a few extra sparks even in the void left by receding pleasure. "I can't wait to play with you, either. We'll have to stop over in a little hotel tonight, so we can play some, then."
He grins, feeling absolutely disgusting. "I'm like Humbert Humbert taking Lolita from hotel to hotel across the country." And he laughs, pushing Salome's hair back behind her ear while she rests in his lap. "'Salome, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. She was Sal, plain Sal in the morning, standing five foot seven in one sock. But in my arms she was always Salome.'" Again, he laughs, his chuckle dark as mahogany, until it drifts off to leave him with a grin and a helpless sigh.
"My darling girl, it's such a joy to spoil you. Do you know how proud I am of you?" Oh, sure, some things need some work, like that rage, for instance; but he'll turn it into something constructive, he just knows it. "You are an utter delight. Why don't you go ahead and put on some clothes, baby." He grins, twirling her hair around his fingers before lifting his hand away.
"You should have seen the look on your face when you saw me in the office. Hilarious."
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Date: 2012-08-11 10:07 pm (UTC)Oh, yes, so wrong. Horrible, disgusting, a vile abuse of his power and the trust of his daughter. And that just all makes it so much better, especially considering how much she wants the trust to be violated along with the rest of her.
As her hips slow, Richard slides his fingers from her and licks them clean, sighing sharply at the taste. Then his hand lowers to stroke her hair and the back of her neck as she rests against his thigh, a small smile on his face. "I love you, too, baby, you don't even understand how much I love you." It turns him on to say, just as much as it turns him on to hear, both her declaration and his adding a few extra sparks even in the void left by receding pleasure. "I can't wait to play with you, either. We'll have to stop over in a little hotel tonight, so we can play some, then."
He grins, feeling absolutely disgusting. "I'm like Humbert Humbert taking Lolita from hotel to hotel across the country." And he laughs, pushing Salome's hair back behind her ear while she rests in his lap. "'Salome, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. She was Sal, plain Sal in the morning, standing five foot seven in one sock. But in my arms she was always Salome.'" Again, he laughs, his chuckle dark as mahogany, until it drifts off to leave him with a grin and a helpless sigh.
"My darling girl, it's such a joy to spoil you. Do you know how proud I am of you?" Oh, sure, some things need some work, like that rage, for instance; but he'll turn it into something constructive, he just knows it. "You are an utter delight. Why don't you go ahead and put on some clothes, baby." He grins, twirling her hair around his fingers before lifting his hand away.
"You should have seen the look on your face when you saw me in the office. Hilarious."