The next morning, Sophie wrung her hands when she came downstairs for breakfast. Daddy and mommy were eating together at the kitchen table, and her dad smiled at her when he saw her come in.
“Hi, baby,” he said, the same kind demeanor that she always remembered. Her cunt ached from the abuse it had taken the night before, proving it otherwise. He patted the seat next to him.
Sophie trembled while her mother brought her coffee, and the three of them sat chatting about their days. It was Sunday, and mommy was about to leave to do some shopping. While she rattled off what she was going to buy, Sophie felt her father’s hand on her leg.
“Why don’t you go to that new store that opened up? The specialty grocery store?” he asked.
Her mother wrinkled her eyebrows and shook her head. “That’s a forty-five minute drive away. I’ll be gone all afternoon.”
Daddy’s fingers found their way to the loose section of Sophie’s pajama shorts between her legs. She gripped her coffee cup tighter as Daddy’s finger twiddled against her clit, light as a feather. She shook even more, and he penetrated her an inch.
“Soph and I have nothing to do today,” he said. He swirled his finger around her hole. “Isn’t that right honey?”
He winked at her and slid his finger in deep.
“Nnn-ugh.” She shook her head and slid herself further up so her father’s hand had more freedom to move in her folds. He inserted a second finger, and she began to hear the little wet sounds of his finger-fucking.
She gripped the table. Mommy was looking at her phone.
“I guess I could,” she said. “Soph, would you want to come with me?”
Sophie could not answer, she bit her lip to keep from groaning. Daddy’s fingers picked up speed.
“Answer your mother, Sophie,” he said as his thumb circled her clit. “Do you want to come?”
“Eh….!”
She closed her eyes and gripped the table harder. She was grateful for the heavy tablecloth hiding her daddy’s movements, so she could buck her hips into his hand.
“Answer us, Sophie. Do you want to come?”
She could not speak.
Daddy withdrew his hand.
“I guess she doesn’t,” he said to his wife. He put his hands up to his mouth as if to rest his chin on them, but Sophie saw he licked his fingers. She was trembling, her cunt throbbing and unfinished. She gasped for air.
On shaking legs, she got up and left the room to take a shower. Under the hot water, she could not help but touch herself, remembering the night before. Daddy’s balls slapping against her ass, his brutal words, the way his hands held her to the bed. Sophie cried out when an orgasm flickered through her, but it was nothing compared to the pleasures of the night before. Shame coursed its way through her body, until she knew what she had to do.
She took her time shaving her legs and her pussy and washing her hair, and then padded back to her room in her towel.
Daddy was waiting in her room.
“Mommy left,” he said. He moved toward her and took the towel off her shoulders. “You’re mine this afternoon, slut—“
“Daddy.”
Sophie picked the towel up off the ground. Her pussy was soaking wet, but she closed her eyes and reminded herself this was the right thing to do.
“Daddy, I woke up this morning and felt wrong about everything. I don’t think we should do this anymore.”
Her father’s eyes flashed, and Sophie took a step back. He glared at her.
“I’m sorry Daddy! I know yesterday I said I would…”
She felt tears coming into her eyes, and then the warmth of Daddy’s hand on her shoulder.
“Shh, sweetheart, don’t you worry. You know how much daddy loves your body, but if you don’t want to, that’s ok.”
Sophie’s eyes widened. “Really?”
He smiled at her, kind as ever. “Really.”
She held her towel around herself and gave him a one-armed hug. “Thank you daddy. I’m sorry.”
“Don’t worry baby. You just enjoy your day. I have to go run some errands, ok?”
She smiled, and nodded.
“Alright, girls, movie time!”
Tom smiled at his wife and daughter and brought the popcorn bowl over to the couch. The three of them curled up and watched a new hit movie on their TV. The women seemed content, happy. Tom was worried Sophie would be afraid of him after everything that has happened, but she’d warmed right up to him again. Perhaps she had just needed him to say they wouldn’t have sex again, and she would be fine. That was perfect.
Halfway through the film, his wife’s eyes started drooping.
“Mommy, why don’t you go to bed?” Sophie asked.
“I want to finish the movie,” she said.
Tom laughed. “Baby, you can’t keep your eyes open. Go to bed.”
“You won’t mind?”
“Not at all,” he said. He stood up. “I’m just gonna make Soph some hot cocoa. Would you like that, Soph?”
His daughter smiled. “Yes daddy! Thank you!”
