Please read part one first. This story contains dubious consent, a passionate, budding romance between a dominant, jealous father and his daughter, and very rough sex. If none of this appeals to you, back up and find a story that does.
Also, thank you to the reader who messaged me for the encouragement. I have no other author profile, I just write when I have time and am in the mood but I don't mind building slowly :)
Ian woke to the smell of bacon. He groaned and rolled over onto his back, realizing he was on top of his duvet and still fully clothed.
He propped himself up on his elbows and saw his cock was out of his pants and crusted with cum.
The memories from last night came rushing back; that sweet, strangling pussy, the rapid, wet slap of skin, and a powerful as fuck orgasm wracking his whole body.
Rubbing a palm over his face, Ian took a deep breath.
Hannah.
He needed to make sure his daughter was okay and figure out what to do about what happened between them. By the delicious smells wafting into his room, she was making breakfast, but that didn't mean anything. Hannah was generally pretty mild-mannered and rarely showed strong emotion. Even when she was misbehaving, she never shouted or got visibly angry. Ian couldn't recall ever seeing her in an overtly emotional state. Even when she was sad or crying, she was quiet about it. The only time she'd ever showed any strong emotion was when he'd bought a woman home. So he couldn't tell what it meant that she was already up cooking breakfast.
He jumped in the shower, thinking over what had happened the night before. Hannah had asked if he wanted to come in her mouth, like what she would normally do as per their arrangement. But she hadn't looked him in the eye when she said it. Then when he'd gone into her room, and eaten that sweet pussy and fucked her, she had kept the duvet over her upper body and face, as though she was ashamed or embarrassed about what was happening. Or maybe she didn't want it to happen and didn't feel like she could say no.
Ian scrubbed his skin, growling with annoyance at that thought. While he had practically forced Hannah to suck his cock, she had wanted it too. He could tell. But he didn't want her to feel like she was forced to fuck him. That wasn't what their agreement was supposed to be about. When he had warned her about the boy she bought back to his house in the middle of the night, he told her that it would eventually end between her legs, and he couldn't allow himself to be like that. He was her father, he cared about her. Yesterday had been a one-off. He'd lost control at the smell of her wet pussy, that was all it was.
He leaned against the wall, allowing the shower to beat down on him as his mind crept back to last night. His daughter was truly something special. Not only did she have a throat that could make a man weep, but her pussy was so incredible he had cum like a gushing fucking fountain. Whoever she ended up with would be the luckiest man in the world.
Shaking his head, he turned off the shower. He had to talk to her, and make sure she realized that what happened was a mistake. He would most certainly fuck her mouth again, if only to keep some normalcy between them, but he couldn't take advantage of her. He was supposed to be protecting her from assholes who only want her cunt. He couldn't become one.
He headed down for breakfast with the confidence of a man who had made a decision. He wouldn't act strange around her. He would be the same daddy that he'd always been, the daddy she could feel safe with, regardless of what happened between them.
He entered the kitchen to see her sharing bacon onto two plates. She'd made a full English fry up; eggs, bacon, sausages, baked beans, fried tomatoes, mushrooms, and toast. Hannah had loved the breakfast dish when they'd visited England years ago, and every so often she cooked it when she was feeling happy and hungry.
"Morning, Daddy," she said, smiling at him. She gestured to the plate she'd just loaded up. "You're just in time."
"Morning." Ian frowned as she turned away with the frying pan. He sat down at the table staring at the plate. He could understand her being hungry--he was starving himself. But was she happy about what happened last night? Or was she trying to cover up that she was upset?
Hannah slowly lowered to her chair and they both began to eat. Within two minutes, Hannah was chatting away about her latest artwork, and Ian watched her closely for any signs of anger, or distress. Dressed as normal, she talked without any sign of upset or nervousness. She didn't seem to be putting on a brave face for him either, which he could always tell. But he couldn't figure out why she would be... fine.
Ian ate his breakfast, half listening to her, but halfway through the meal, Hannah shifted on her chair and winced. He put down his fork. "Little bear, are you sore?"
Hannah instantly tensed, her eyes dropping down to her plate. "It's fine, Daddy. I'll head out to the pharmacy today."
Ian stiffened, the words stealing breath from his lungs. He hadn't even thought about protection. In the heat of the moment, he'd wanted his cum deep inside her... and he didn't feel any regret about that. Pushing those feelings, aside he cleared his throat. "Hannah, we need to talk about--"
"It's fine, Daddy." Hanna lowered her eyes to her plate.
Ian frowned. "Our agreement wasn't for what happened last night."
"I know." Hannah got up from the table abruptly. "But it's fine." Ian hadn't even noticed her plate was already empty. She stood by her chair. her brows lifted slightly, a wary kind of hope on her face, as though she wanted him to stop talking about it.
Ian sighed. Maybe that was for the best. Things could go back to how they were before and they could both forget that this even happened. Ian knew he would never forget that fuck as long as he lived. But at least he would have a decent relationship with his daughter, and it will always be a precious memory to jerk off to.
He nodded. "Okay, Hannah. Okay."
Surprisingly, Hannah beamed at him and cleared their plates. She soon left for the store and Ian tried to push everything out of his mind.
That morning, he found himself in the study searching for an apartment for her. There were some decent options in the city, but the ones currently available were too far from him in undesirable areas. He found a few close by and inquired about them but didn't make any solid commitments to go and see any. That strange feeling that had gripped him last night when he realized that time was running out was building again, and it annoyed him he didn't know why he was feeling this way.
He only had six weeks until his little girl was gone--out of the house. When he made the arrangement with her almost a year ago that he would find her a home and a job, it'd been disparate that she would settle down into the kind of young woman her mother would have been proud of. And she had exceeded his expectations. The likelihood of her finding someone and starting a family was extremely high. She was beautiful, talented, creative, and perfect wife material. Eventually, he would become less important to her, and eventually he'd be just the granddad. The thought of it should fill him with joy. Instead that weird feeling coursed through him again. Not anger, not anxiousness... it was a strange unease.
He started looking at competitor companies in his field to see if they were hiring and the kind of things they asked for. He had to arrange something for Hannah, but needed to figure out where to place her in the company. She wasn't suited to a harsh corporate environment. He was so caught up in his thoughts, he didn't hear when Hannah came back. A sandwich, chips, and a beer appeared on his desk but she left quietly and didn't try to speak to him.
The afternoon flew by and suddenly she called him for dinner.
