Chapter 5
Daddy was determined to teach her a lesson apparently, and in the coming weeks Karen came to realize that pleading was useless. After making her drop out of the play with only two weeks left before the opening, Daddy mentioned casually one night that he had decided that they should go to see it when it opened. At first Karen didn't believe her ears. She pleaded and begged and even tried to refuse outright, though she knew that she wouldn't be able to make that stick. She made herself as appealing as possible, expending great care on her grooming before visiting him at night. She felt cheap doing it, because it was like being a prostitute or something, but she was desperate. The thought of going to the play on opening night and facing everyone was the single most horrid thing that had ever entered her life, even worse than it had been to drop out in the first place. But Daddy was insistent about it, and she knew, finally, that there was no use in trying to avoid the ordeal. She could only watch the time passing, the leaves torn from the calendar and thrown into the wastebasket hurting as though some tissue had been ripped from her body. She could feel the opening night coming closer, and she was afraid as she had never been before. But it was like being under a sentence of death with no appeal. She could only watch the inevitable approaching.
On opening night she dressed in her best blue dress, applied her makeup with unusual care, though her hands were shaking so badly that she had to do everything three times to get it right. Daddy went out and warmed up the car, and she took several deep breaths and went out to join him. He tried to converse with her several times on the way to the theater, but she could only answer him in monosyllables. She had never been so nervous.
There was a good turnout. The kids had all shown up to see the play, and a lot of parents had come, too. Several kids stared at her with open hostility, though she tried to smile at them. She felt as though everyone were watching her as she made her way to her seat, led by an usherette who was in her homeroom and who didn't even speak to her. Then she got a new shock as she realized that their seats were in the front row. Daddy had gotten front-row seats. She just couldn't believe that he had done that deliberately. It must have just happened that way.
The performance was really quite good. Mrs. Davis had had to take the part vacated by Karen in order to keep from postponing or canceling the performance. And of course she was very good. She had done the same role before, when she had been in college, and it made Karen ache inside to see her doing it so beautifully now. She had to fight all through three acts to keep from crying. Especially when Ronnie kissed Mrs. Davis, which he didn't seem to mind a bit. Of course, there was a lot of reaction from the kids in the audience on that. Cheers and applauding. There were some awkward moments in the play, usually caused by someone noticing Karen in the front row. Even Mrs. Davis came out of character when she noticed her and Daddy sitting there.
After the show all Karen could think of was getting out of the place. But Daddy rose and took her arm and said softly, "Let's go backstage and say hello to some of your friends, honey."
By that time Karen was too numb to react with more than a start. She couldn't believe that this man who was torturing her was her daddy, whom she had always loved, and who had claimed to love her.
Everyone seemed totally thrown by her appearance in the backstage area, as though they couldn't believe that she could have such gall. But Daddy, having forced her to come back, now took her around and made her congratulate everyone who'd even had a bit part. Most of them were coolly polite to her, though a few snubbed her outright. Karen felt her knees going watery, and her vision swam, and she knew that she couldn't stand much more. The worst times were when she went over to congratulate Ron and Mrs. Davis. She introduced Ron to Daddy, and he mumbled a hello, then looked daggers at Karen and said something about having to get his makeup off, because they were all going to the malt shop for Cokes or something.
The only one who really came through for Karen was Mrs. Davis. Karen had noticed her watching Daddy and herself going around, watching them closely, and when they finally got to her she put her arms around Karen and answered the automatic compliment Karen had uttered by saying, "I only wish you could have done it for us, darling. You'd have been so much better." Then she asked Karen if she wanted to join them at the malt shop, where she was going with the kids before leaving them to have their fun without her. Karen said that she didn't feel very well and had to go home with Daddy, and of course no one seemed surprised. Relieved, but not surprised.
When they were out of earshot of anyone, Karen leaned against Daddy and whispered urgently, "If you want me to get out of here without making a scene, you'd better make it right now."
Daddy didn't give any sign of having heard her, but he made his way to the exit, his hand on her arm.
When the comforting darkness of the car's interior had closed about her, Karen scooted down in the seat and bent over, burying her face in her hands, and cried. She cried for half the ride home, sobbing uncontrollably for most of that time. Then, as it gradually subsided, she got her voice under control and turned to Daddy, who had sat in silence through it all. "Daddy, I have to know something. Did you do this tonight to hurt me? Did you deliberately hurt me? Was that what it was all about?"
He hesitated a moment before answering. "In a sense, Princess, I guess you could say that. You see, you had to be hurt to learn your lesson. There just wasn't any other way."
"I've learned," she said, and there was a note of toughness in her voice that surprised her. "Boy, have I learned."
When they were home, Karen headed for her room. Daddy came up behind her as she was about to go in. "I want you to come and see me, Princess," he said, his hands gripping her arms lightly. Karen felt a sinking sensation coupled, oddly, with one of panic. Didn't he know how she felt? Couldn't he see how bad it would be for her tonight? But it never occurred to her to refuse, or even to try to talk him out of it. She could feel an excitement in him, as though hurting her, or perhaps just the proof of his domination had turned him on.
"All right," she said. "Let me get more comfortable first, Daddy. I want to clean my face up."
She took off her dress and hung it carefully, then took off her lingerie and pantyhose. She stood naked in front of the full-length mirror for a moment, not quite sure of what she was looking for in the sight of her own form and face, but sure that there should be something different after this night, and the things she had learned about Daddy, and his relationship with her.
Finally, she put on her terry robe and went into the bathroom. She washed her face, taking off all the makeup, and ran a brush through her hair. She didn't take any other pains with her appearance. She just didn't feel up to it this night, and somehow it didn't seem as important as it always had before.
Daddy was in his room, sitting on the edge of " the bed with no clothes on. He smiled as she came in, and she smiled back automatically. She went to him and put her arms around his neck and kissed him lingeringly on the mouth. There was nothing in the kiss for her but physical pleasure and excitement. The emotional satisfaction she had always gotten from it was lacking now. She wondered with a touch of regret if it would ever come back. She didn't like the thought of losing her love for Daddy. It had always been the center and basis of her whole life. But something was certainly missing, whether for good or only for now she didn't know.
His hand pushed her robe open and probed inside, moving over her flesh with obvious enjoyment, and with the confidence of a proprietor. Whatever else was missing, Daddy's expertise as a lover was still intact. Karen felt herself warming to his touch, to the insistent caress of his hands. Her skin tingled with warmth and desire, and her breath shortened. She leaned forward, and her breasts, bared now that her robe was open, pressed against his chest. His mouth moved over her face and her throat and her shoulder, and she felt herself melting to his lovemaking. Her pussy was already sopping-wet. She could feel one of his hands moving down away from her breasts toward her cunt, and she moved closer to him, spraddling her legs across his lap so that his hand would have access to its objective. His fingers moved over her abdomen for a while, then down to the top part of her thighs, right up to where they joined with her body, but still he avoided her pussy, teasing her into a fever pitch of need. She wished mightily for his hand to move to its obvious target, almost prayed for it, but still Daddy continued to avoid the lips of her cunt, preferring to string her along, raising her pitch of desire still higher and higher. She was covered with sweat now, and her eyes were shut as she breathed wheezingly, her mouth hanging open slackly. She suddenly thrust her lower body forward, pressing her abdomen and its triangle of golden hair against Daddy's belly. She rubbed it up and down, trying to get some relief from the desire into which he had plunged her. Daddy moved his hand around behind her and began to play with the cheeks of her ass, cupping and squeezing them, patting and stroking them, and still her need sharpened. She bit her lip and strained against him, and her breath came in shorter and shorter gasps, but he continued to play with her. Then, without warning, he thrust her back and lowered his face to her snatch. He closed his mouth over the yellow triangle and began to suck and lick her there.
Karen leaned back, arching her body so that her pussy would thrust forward within reach of that probing, loving tongue. She cried with delight and relief when it found her lips, and she shook all over as the pleasure began to flood through her, overtaking the need that had dominated and tortured her. Daddy's hands clasped the cheeks of her ass, drawing her into his face, and she hit her orgasm at once, a huge, shuddering sensation that wrung a cry from her. But Daddy wasn't finished. His tongue probed inside of her, and he made her come and come again, driving her into a fit of sexual ecstasy. v
"Uh! Uh! Uhhhh...." she moaned and cried as the pleasure bit through her in waves of constantly increasing joy. Below, she could hear liquid sounds as Daddy's mouth continued to work, mixing his spit with the juices of her flooding pussy. The sounds were exciting, and she responded to them almost as much as she did to the constant massaging of her cunt by Daddy's tongue and lips. Then it was like things going off in her head. She felt lights explode, and all she could think of or understand was the ruthlessly powerful pleasure that flooded her body and fogged her brain.
She felt as though she had been wrung out, but Daddy apparently thought otherwise. He withdrew his mouth from her dripping cunt and pulled her down onto the bed. The robe was still on her arms and shoulders, and he didn't bother to strip it off. He had obviously worked himself up into a need as great as that which Karen had felt only a short time before. He had a hard-on, a big, awesome one, and the sight of it, and the feel of its stiffness against her awakened a desire Karen had thought was spent. Daddy didn't waste any time with ceremony. He didn't need to after all the stimulation he had given her. He merely rose above her, and she found her legs spread with no conscious thought on her part. He was between them. She could feel the heat and bristliness of his legs against the insides of her thighs. His hand took the stiffened tool, and he came down, thrusting into her well-lubricated snatch with one mighty push. He filled her, stretched her, and she felt another climax, not as mighty as the big one she had just gone through, but enough to tell her that she hadn't used up all her capacity. She was amazed at her ability to go on feeling pleasure, and a bit proud of it far back in her mind, in the only part of her that wasn't occupied with pure feeling, sensation and response and raw emotion.
He began to fuck her right away, moving his body up and down with a quick and steady rhythm. He was so strong, so competent, so big and hard in her, and she knew that she still loved him, still worshiped him, no matter what he had done to her. His cock slid inside her with that wondrous rhythm, and her hips and ass answered, meeting his timing with the perfection born of years together, of knowing each other perfectly. His cock throbbed with life and competence in her, and she cried out again as the pleasure reached the level it had hit when he had been eating her cunt. She responded as strongly as before, and Daddy was now as alive and turned on as she was. She felt love flood through her heart as the juices were flooding through her snatch. She embraced him tightly, pulling him against her and feeling that old urge to be closer to him, closer than she ever could be, the need to melt into him, to be one with him.
When he came in her, it was like a hydrant, and she cried out again, as his own voice came out in a string of meaningless grunts that meant so much to her. She felt the powerful emotional satisfaction that came with knowing that she had pleased him, that she had brought him so much joy, and that she had done so with her own joy and pleasure. In a way, they had been one person, as she had wished; they had shared the same joy, each taking satisfaction from the other's pleasure.
And as his softening cock made its last diminishing thrusts through her snatch, Karen knew that she had been wicked again, wicked in thought and feeling, unfaithful to him, because she had doubted his love, and his desire to do her good, and had thought that he had wanted to hurt her. And she felt shame and pride at the same time, pride because she was still with him, still in his arms, still under his powerful body, still above all else, Daddy's little girl....