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The mental and physical prepping for this day was a little uneven.  Not that her dad has a lot of baking equipment, but a trip to Target and that is pretty much taken care of.  Like meeting her birth mom, there was a number of waffling moments in which she considered just backing out at the last minute.  Really it won't be the hardest thing she has ever done, but it felt a little like putting herself in harms way.  Like stepping out in front of a train or a truck with the thought that at the last minute the traveling force would somehow swerve and miss her.

There was almost a feeling as if jealousy wouldn't be the issue but doing or saying something stupid would be.  After their vacation in Virginia, Salome found herself a bit more confident in their relationship.  She was his, and he was hers, there would ever be a way for that to change.  You can't change blood, DNA, what they had.

Not to mention it all going down on a Saturday when all she would rather do is lay about and be lazy, spending a majority of the day in her pajamas.

Not that she isn't in her pajamas now, sprawled out on the couch with head phones in.  Waiting.

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"Be mine, oh, oh, sweet boy. Come for me, come for mommy now, oh!" And she shakes in his arms, crying out, her nails biting into his biceps as she gets swept under by the pleasure that crashes into her. It is a long nearly painful orgasm that takes her over that leaves her thrashing and writhing in his arms. Breath is scarce, she can't get herself under control nor does she want to, all she wants to do is feel good, to give herself over to that blessed, blessed pleasure that she always finds in his arms and on his cock. It feels as though it has been years since she last came and not just an hour before.

Maybe she took on her role a little too much and the thought of all those men before leaving her unsatisfied, unfulfilled, wanting, aching, until he came along and gave her something no one else apparently could. It's not just that, it's his words, his love, his promise that he won't ever leave her, that he loves her. Those sweet, sweet cries of mommy, mommy.

Her hips slam up hard against his and she tightens all around him, whimpering and jack knifing around him giving all her muscles a workout especially the one around his cock.

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And he does, oh, how he does, unable to resist the combination of sensation and command, and for a split second his motions are rougher simply because he can't help himself, too blind as he is in the onslaught of absolute bliss to keep proper control. Her own climax certainly doesn't help matters, and he views it for the foggy lens of his own, his mind empty while his body roars for her and his voice pours out a title that isn't hers, and then her true name, and then that play-title once more.

His head drops against the hollow of her neck to rest while he catches his breath, limp in her beautiful arms while her body tightens and relaxes around him, so achingly beautiful it drives him completely out of his skull. He groans, leaving a necklace of kisses all around her collarbone, until he lifts his head as much as he can to kiss her on the mouth. Not a word escapes his lips; nothing but a sigh of absolute pleasure, and the murmured phrase, "I love you," as reality starts to come sweeping back.

There's no such thing as taking on a temporary role too much, in Richard's opinion. It's all good fun. Especially this, fun on a level beyond the surface, fun that leaves him warm and even more inclined to adore her than he already was.

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She holds him tight, tight, keeping him close and sighing in his ear when he finally sags down against her. The violence and power of his orgasm still ringing through her bones making her feel like she has been vibrating for way too long. She rubs her cheek against the top of his head and lets her eyes go closed an her legs fall away from him. She is damp with sweat and so is he it makes her skin hot and she feels like she is melting to the sheets, sooner or later she is going to have to wiggle away from him and get some cool air against her skin.

It's impossible to let go of him now though, he is so sweet and heavy against her, cuddling and loving on her in the afterglow of their little play. "I love you," she whispers in return, her eyes not even opening as she takes his gentle kiss and then falls back against the pillow. "My precious little prince. I'll always love you, you are my heart." She combs her fingers through the hair at the back of his head with a happy sigh.

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Richard chuckles, barely able to lift his head in the face of the pleasure brought by their game. He lies helplessly, draped upon her like a doll, unable to know anything apart from her so-sweet affirmation. He leans into the touch of her hands and cheeks, floating away on the current of her affection. Bit by bit, he gains better hold of himself, and stretches upon her.

"I love you to pieces. More than you could begin to imagine." He pauses, the breadth of his smile growing. "My mommy. My Salome." He leans his head into the caress of her hand, drawing her tight against his chest. "You're too beautiful. I don't know what to do with you. I look upon you and you overwhelm me. Ah...my darling."

A lover's sigh heaves from his breast and he clutches her against him, burying his face in the false hair that still manages to seem real in the post-coital haze settling upon them. He kisses the curve of her throat, overwhelmed by the sight, the smell, the taste of her, but most of all by the things she stirs deep within his chest. He shudders.. "You do vicious things to me without meaning to."

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"I don't think I could purposely manage to do vicious things, it might not come out right then." Because, really, it seems like accidental viciousness is her best course of action. Though she really needs cool air on her skin now, please, because she feels like she may be sweating to death, it has to be the wig most of a persons body heat escapes from the top of their head and now she has some sort of nylon hat on top of it.

She gives his hips a little nudge with her own and she tries to wiggle out of his grasp a little. "I need to cool down, need some water, let me go get some and I'll be right back. Do you want anything?" And she starts to put kisses all over him as she wiggles, his face, his ear, shoulder, anywhere that her lips can hit and she can manage to touch.

"I'm really hot."

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It is. He's fond of it, truly, even though she's completely and utterly rattled him. He feels moved beyond words, down to his very core. If only it had been real--but a man can think of the if-onlys all year and never get anyway, so he drops it and kisses the corner of her jaw as he rolls away.

"Yes you are. And you also seem to be warm, so you'd better cool off." He chuckles at his pun and kisses her hand, then her cheek, murmuring against her skin. "I don't want anything, baby, just hurry back. I need you. Your company. Oh, Salome." He chuckles and kisses her shoulder before rolling away upon his back. "How I love you."

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Giggling she gives him a final kiss before rolling off the bed and up on to her feet. The one nice thing about not being fucked so hard is that she can feel her legs afterward. Slipping off the wig she steps into her bedroom to put it away and then just goes to her bathroom to wash up. Instead of heading all the way downstairs she drinks straight from the tap. Guzzling the cool liquid, so, so good. The air feels fantastic on her heated skin, like each cell is getting a nice massage and cool down.


Wiping her mouth with the back of her hand she turns off the tap to head back to his bed, bouncing on to the mattress and tackling his center. "Mine."

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As much as he hates to see her leave, it's for the best; he has to collect himself. That very nearly rattled him, what he just experienced. That level of intimacy completely consumed him.

Ah, there she is. He loved the sight of her in that wig, but his Salome wouldn't be his Salome without her blonde locks. He puts out the cigarette he's been smoking since her disappearance and laughs gently as she bounces upon her, the air stolen from his lungs by her enthusiasm.

"Yes, baby, yours." He chuckles and strokes her hair, tilting his head as he admires her. "All yours. My God, Salome." His thumb strokes gently against the temple of her forehead. His mind reels with what it's just been through. Arms wrapping tight around her, he rolls to pin her to the bed and kiss her, her head and shoulders and chest. "That was incredible. You're really something else."

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She starts laughing again when he rolls over and tackles her to the bed, all limbs a mess, wrapping and colliding she snuggles up against him as he rains down kisses of mass delight down upon her. "Did you like that, dad? I did alright? It felt a little weird at first and then I got into it and that was weird as well because I kept thinking like a mom, I think anyway, I'm not sure what moms think really."

Looking up at him she takes a deep breath and let's her hands move over him, over his shoulders and over his cheeks, squishing his lean face together to give him fishy lips. That makes her giggle some moore before she leans over too kiss his mouth and let his face relax.

She liked their little play but, moore importantly he should like it. It was for him.

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Grinning, he nips her lower lip. "You did better than all right, you did marvelously, baby, I had a good time. You were...extremely convincing." A sentimental sort of leer flickers past his face and he strokes her hair, shaking his head. "I thoroughly enjoyed it. But I enjoy everything I do with you, sweetheart."

For a moment he enjoys her caresses, and then she does the fishy face thing, and he sniggers and moves his lips appropriately with little goldfish popping noises to boot. Her giggling brings a grin to his lips, though after a moment's pause he tilts his head. "Now, what got you all teary-eyed when we were playing, baby?"

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"Good, good, I am glad that you liked it. I was hoping that it would be good for you, that you would enjoy it." Humming thoughtfully she let's her hand go back to his hair, combing the strands as she watches him and considers their play, perhaps convincing means that he felt something he normally doesn't. Which is saying something, he doesn't have a whole lot of external emotions to her mind. So maybe he felt something differently, or maybe he just is really happy he got to fuck "his" mom.

"I dunno," she thinks about this and finally responds. "I think I was sad because I heard a lot of me in what you were saying in the beginning, and then I was sad for you because you just wanted to be loved. I think, there were a lot of emotions going on. It was weird because you sounded so small and vulnerable, it made my heart ache."

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He really was deeply moved by it, but really at the end of the day it was simply extraordinarily pleasing simply because it was so sweetly twisted, and because it appealed to one of his biggest interests sexually. "Everything you do is good for me, princess. Though, yes, it was particularly charming to see you play the role of a mother. And that black hair on you." He wolf-whistles and grins broadly. "Sexy and sophisticated. Though I'll always love your blonde."

Richard clicks his tongue, stretching out beside her as she combs those lovely fingertips through his hair. "I suppose it is rather similar in a way. Perhaps that's why I gave in so easily when you came onto me, or one of the reasons. I know too well how infuriating such a rejection is. Don't worry, baby, I was loved. Just not in the way I wanted." He reaches back to take the hand that strokes him and lift it around to his lips for a tender kiss upon its palm. He scoffs a little, though, when she says he sounded vulnerable, his smirk barely hidden. "Don't be silly. I'm never vulnerable."

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"Does that mean I should cut my hair and dye it? Because, you know that's totally doable." She would miss her blond though and she sort of likes sticking out from the rest of the family, but it reminds her of her birth mom too sometimes, so its weird. Not totally so, and not all the time, but its there. Groaning she stretches out her body and flips over to press to his side, snuggling up and closing her eyes, an arm draped over his chest.

"It is good to hear that you were loved. But now I think I wanna have a baby." Ha aha ha troll daughter. Not that she purposely wants to freak him out, oh wait, yes she does. But no, no kids for her that's for good damn sure. Delilah can have the kids.

Except she best not.

Salome pokes his side. "You've got a soft under belly."

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Tempting. That idea produces a bit of a leer, but he only chuckles. "No, baby, keep your blonde. My brilliant little Salome's blonde hair fits her much better than dark hair." His arm wraps around her and he tilts his head to kiss the top of hers, satisfied as he floats on a cloud of afterglow.

Although the topic of hair is suddenly far from his mind. He gapes in horror, then catches himself. "That's the least funny joke in the world, young lady. You almost gave me a stroke."

Richard scoffs again, swatting the finger that pokes. "Nonsense. I'm hard as stone on every side. I'm just sweet with you because I like your face, that's all." He grins teasingly, fingers curling through her hair. "And that whole 'daughter' thing helps, I suppose."

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"Do you really think so? Sometimes I wonder because you tend toward dark haired women. So maybe you would like me more if I had dark hair. Your cock seemed to like the dark hair." Which sets her giggling all over again. Let's be honest, his cock likes almost everything and the whole mommy thing. Though she likes that too.

"Daddy! Stoop being Mitt Romney, its my uterus and I'll do with it as I like!" Oh my god she can't even keep a straight face. Her daddy is so silly. So, silly. "If I have a baby boy, I'll name it after you.". Before or after he drowns it in the bathtub?

He is going to eat her head. "I like your face," she rolls on to his chest and spreads out over him like a Salome blanket. "The dad thing is pretty good to me too, for me, I like that your my daa-deee."

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Richard scoffs, looking over at her with an arched brow. Her desire to please him and be liked by him is flattering as it is symptomatic of mild crazy. When Delilah moves in, some Single White Female shit's gonna go down. "Kitten, don't be silly. Yes, I do like women with dark hair, but hair isn't everything. You shouldn't change your physical appearance just because you think I'll like you more." How's that scar healing up by the way, Sal? "Don't you know I adore you? Don't you know I think you're utterly gorgeous?" His fingers hook beneath her chin and his lips brush against hers. "Your hair suits you. Unless you want to change it because you want to change it, leave it be."

Chuckling, he flicks her nose. "Mitt Romney? Ouch. You say such cruel things." Richard's a far more convincing psychopath than that. "Fine, fine, do with it what you will and see how that works out for you. I'm not raising another child." It wouldn't get that far. He'd have dragged her to a clinic or pushed her down the stairs long before.

Yes he is, her head is delicious and sweet-smelling. It's always been. When she was a little girl, he'd bury his nose in all that hair and plant obnoxious smooches upon the crown of her head because it was a better alternative to gnawing on her skull. Not that it smothered the urge, though. As she drapes herself upon him, his fingertips drift along the curve of her spine. He grins. "And I like that you're my daughter. I couldn't ask for a better little girl. Nor a prettier one. Pretty hair, deliriously lovely eyes, a perfect mouth for kissing."

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"Oh please, physical appearance is 90% of the battle, men put up with crazy, crazy things because of pretty women. Helen of Troy, didn't half of the civilized world go to world over her? I should totally change how I look so you'll want me more, I'm pretty sure that's the first chapter of the gospel according to women and sex." Don't even try and tell her different. If she thought that he would get rid of Delilah for her if she had dark eyes and dark hair she would change herself in a New York minute. God damn right she would, and then she wouldn't let him out of the house, she'd chain him to a radiator or something. Maybe beat him. This is just the gradual path she would clearly have to take after altering her features. Also, apart of the Gospel according to women and sex.

BEST. DAD. EVER.

The image of Richard gnawing on the head of the wee baby Salome like a raw hide chew toy is certainly one for the family album. And then Susan smacking him on the nose with a rolled up news paper. "See, I like you because you inflate my ego," almost to the size of his, but really there isn't that much hot air in the world for two massive egos like that. A shiver follows that finger and she lifts her head to put the tip of her nose against his. "You know, it's weird, I think I could be more poetic and sweet as your mother then your daughter. You say such nice things to me all the time and they are beautiful and flowing and I can't seem to manage that. I think I did better when I was playing your mother."

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"Yes, and it just so happens I already think you are incredibly beautiful. And my daughter, so I'm willing to put up with quite a lot. I couldn't possibly want you more, it's impossible." Unless she murdered somebody. Then, yes, he'd probably want her even more. "I assure you, to think otherwise is silly. It's not something you should be concerned about." The beating, he might not actually mind. But the chaining to a radiator might not go over so well with him, she may end up sent to her room for that one. "Besides, your blonde hair makes you a novelty. Among all the women in my life, you stand out physically just by the color of your hair."

No, no, she couldn't hit him with a newspaper when he's got delicious baby skull in his mouth. Far better to use the squirt bottle in situations like that, or rattle a jar full of pennies at him. Then hit him with a rolled-up newspaper.

He chuckles. "Well it's certainly deserved. You are my daughter, after all." As her nose presses to his, his teeth snap together a breath away from her lips. "It's a flow thing, I think, a matter of being in the moment. And it's easier to get the flow when you're in a role or position which instills confidence and power.

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"I think you'd want me even more if you couldn't have me." Maybe. She isn't a 100% sure of that, perhaps he would, he seems like the kind of man who would. Everyone is like that though to some extent. Tempt them with something they can't have and they'll want it even more. Why is that? Maybe this idea that if it is being with held then it must be sweeter and greater then anything imaginable. Or maybe we're all just greedy. "This is true, I like to think of it as my hero symbol. Like in the westerns when all the bad guys wear black and the good guy wears white." So not in every western but in most. The best westerns of course are the ones where the lines are blurred between the good and the bad. Also: a commercial hotel chain.

Droppppp it. Droppp it. It's hard to picture if he is a sleek German Shepard or a massive Mastiff.

Rolling off of him she stretches out and lays on her side as she reaches for his arm with a slight tug, "spoon me." He can be the big spoon because he is the bigger one. "I need to get me one of those roles then."

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Of course he would, though there would no doubt be great wrath accompanying his increased desire. He always wants most what he can't have; Susan is a good example of this. Illegal substances. Various other criminal urges. It's always so satisfying to possess or experience these things, so potent a pleasure. But still he denies it, because he most certainly doesn't need her getting a ridiculous idea in her head. "Nonsense. I love you now more than you could possibly begin to imagine, Salome, and that's all there is to it."

Her little line about the hero symbol gets a smirk out of him. "Something like that. Although you are terribly wicked at times, my pet. You get it from your daddy."

He's not floppy enough for a Mastiff. German Shepherd all the way, or maybe a Dobermann. It does crack him up to pinch her, after all. Bdm tsch.

"I suppose, seeing as I've already forked you." Richard sniggers to himself and turns upon his side to do so, drawing her to his chest and fitting his body perfectly to hers. His arm drapes over her side while his nose burrows into the back of her hair. "You'd ought to. I find women who can take charge occasionally the epitome of sexy. It's in you, you had your bossy moments when you were little, after all."

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"I like spooning because my butt gets cold and this way it doesn't because it's is all warmed up by you." She will let the subject of denying him drop, for now, but there are always ideas swirling around in her head whether he likes it or not and that one is definitely there but then again so are a lot of other ones as well. He wraps his arms around her and she wiggles back against him, enjoying how they fit, how safe she feels in his arms. It's so nice, so very sweet. And then he has to go and ruin it all with a pun and she wrinkles her nose. "Noooo boooo daddy, no puns, that's not funny I expect so much more from you." The only thing that softens the blow of a pun is death.

Some whore must die tonight.

Her eyes close and she thinks about a few things, his statement about taking charge and all of that. She is also giving a thought to how nice it would be to cuddle up and sleep with him like this in his dark crimson sheets so soft and warm that smell like him, and now a little like sex. "I am going to come up with a role, something that you will like. What else do you like? I keep finding out new things about you in bed, what turns you on I mean."

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With a grim sigh, Richard strokes the surface of her stomach. "I know, I really should be punished for making such terrible jokes in front of my daughter. They're really a dolt humor." Again, he sniggers, tilting to rest his grinning mouth against the curve of her throat. His fingertips stroke across her flesh, his touch gentle and sweet.

Pft. Like he needs an excuse.

"It doesn't have to be a role, really. Just be you. What I like most is a woman who can completely take charge without necessarily being in a distinct character to do it. I like a lot of things." He stretches against her, his arms tightening. "Pain, obviously." Torture. "Somewhat risky behavior, indulging in taboo." Murder. "Strong women and women who need me to be strong for them." Susan and Delilah. "There's a time and a place for everything, it really just depends on context. I like playing games like the one we just played, I like being slapped in the face, I like teasing women until they can't stand it and be me to make them cum. I like long, lazy sex in the afternoon, sex in public, scary sex, angry sex. Sex in clothes always turns me on. I like women in high heels and stockings and lingerie, there's nothing better than a woman in a sexy pair of shoes. I like you cute and sweet and girlishly innocent. You should put up your hair in pigtails sometime. That might be even better than the wig, you'd be so adorably fuckable...

"It's a long, long list, really." He chuckles, nibbling the ridge of her ear. "It could probably go on all day."

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She likes his soft little touches, when he is gentle and sweet in them. Not that he is often wicked and hurtful when he touches her, but she likes it when they are soft and bleed into one another, then the edges of her thoughts begin to fade and she kind of just melts into him like a warm, blond cat. If she had a tail it would be totally rubbing up against his thigh right now, oh yeah, oh hell yeah.

A deep breath in and a smile as he lists the things that he likes and she jots them down inside of her head. "You're good at teasing," that strikes her as just something that stands out. Even when he doesn't try to tease her he succeeds in doing so, but maybe that is just her own imagination running wild with want. She doesn't really have any lingerie, but that's not too hard to get, every corner has a Victoria's Secrets on it. Pigtails leads to the idea of outfits and she brings up: "what about costumes?" And she glances over at him before looking away and picking up one of his hands to toy with his fingers, the kind of behavior of a shameful confession coming on.

"I like uniforms, I know it's awful but in history class when they would talk about the Nazis and would show those SS uniforms? Yeahhh. . . " the World War II section of history always tore her up emotionally and she would feel great sadness over it all and then become by these horrible men in black uniforms. "It's sexy and scary all at the same time." She wouldn't go so far to call herself a horrible persons because of it, she did just have sex with her father, but there is some guilt there.

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As much as he likes to be rough, he enjoys sensuality. And it comes particularly easy with Salome, who he could gently pet all day long in even the most non-sexual way. To even touch her back is relaxing to him.

Richard chuckles and nuzzles against the side of her throat. "It's an art, it really is." He presses a kiss to her jaw and then her ear. "Oh, costumes are good fun. I quite like them, particularly on women, although I'm more than willing to wear a few myself."

A wicked grin crosses Richard's face at her mention of uniforms. A man striking gold. "You don't say, mein Liebling. Dein Vater hat etwas die Ihnen gefallen könnten." His hand slides over her bicep and he rises, sliding over her and from the bed. He pushes open the closet and digs around awhile on the top shelf before coming down with a custom recreation of a black SS officer's cap, which he sets upon his head before stalking back to bend down and grin wickedly at her. "Ta-da. It just so happens your daddy is inclined to agree with you on the very subject." His face a bare inch from hers, his words lower to a teasing growl. "Ich denke, ich sehe ziemlich sexy in ihm, persönlich."

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Well that wasn't expected. Or maybe it was. It should have been because they are kin and they share a sort of soul and brain, they run along the same track in their thoughts and their wants. And it's probably not a very obscure fetish, and given what they share probably nothing about her could ever surprise or disgust him. It's still a little shocking and she isn't sure how she is supposed to react.

Half of her wants to kiss him the other wants to slap him, both gut reactions that she has to fight to control and keep in check. He dons that black cap and her heart begins to race, thumping and pounding against her bones as she breathes in and out quickly. It's all a few seconds of reaction and instead of kissing or slapping him she scrambles up to the head of the bed, not very far to go, back against the wall, literally.

"What did you say?" Because, that, German may never have been sexy before but it sure as fuck is now.