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Krysten's Corruption Chapter 8

Copyright of The Lady Adrianna 2015

Krysten woke up with a gentle shaking to her shoulder. She lifted her head off of Rusty's chest, blinking at her father as he smiled indulgently down at her. "I may allow this to nurture, but I don't think it's time for Rusty to stay the night. You need sleep and he needs to head home." She pouted a tiny bit, reluctant to leave the warm body she had fallen asleep against, or to see the handsome tom leave already. But, she was already getting up and moving, sighing softly at the loss of that warmth. Dante chuckled softly, tucking her against his side before he started to wake up his coworker. He repeated his statement, this time to Rusty who was less awake or aware. It seemed to take Rusty a moment or two longer for it to sink in, but it finally did. Then, he merely sighed, but nodded with a half grin.

"I understand, well, I think I do. And of course, even if I didn't, I would respect your wishes," he assured. He stood, stretching and twisting to work the kinks out of his body that had developed from not moving for a couple of hours. He glanced at the clock on the mantle, then blinked and ran his hands through his hair. "Well, damn, I didn't realize it was so late. I swear we hadn't been sitting there for more then an hour, and that I had just closed my eyes." He glanced down at Krysten, grinning a bit more at the sight of her tucked up against her father's side, sleepy eyes turned towards him though. It was clear the girl adored her father, but he could tell he stood a chance to gain more then just a simple liking with the way she was looking at him. "May I?" he asked, gesturing to her as he returned his eyes to Dante's face. The black feline nodded, letting him tug Krysten back towards him.

Krysten stumbled slightly with that pull, then caught herself against Rusty's chest as his arms slid around her. She tilted her head back in confusion, looking up at him. May he what? Hug her? Kiss her? Use her again? She shivered at the prospect of the third, even if her body was so very sore. She hadn't been used quite as much or as rough since her heat ended and she didn't think she could handle another. Though she would sure as hell try to make these two men happy. But, to her mixed relief and disappointment, Rusty tugged her in close, one hand resting on her lower back, the other sliding into her hair. Then, he was kissing her. One of those toe curling kisses that had her feeling so beautiful, so treasured, so wanted. She slid her arms around his neck, tilting her head to enjoy that kiss, returning it with a flush to her cheeks. She soon forgot her father standing behind her as Rusty kissed her goodnight with such sweet passion and emotion that it was hard to comprehend. When he lifted his head a moment later, she stared up at him, then smiled shyly, one hand moving to rest her fingers against her lips lightly. And despite the many kisses she had shared with the two of them, in a way, it felt like her first, real kiss.

"Good night beautiful Kryssie. I hope you sleep well and dream sweet dreams. I can't wait until your father lets me come back to see you again." He tucked her tousled hair back, then kissed her forehead. He reluctantly let her go, wanting nothing more then to kiss her again, to hug her tight, and never let her go with the way she was looking at him. But, he didn't want to lose her, so he stepped back and watched as Dante reclaimed his daughter, tugging her back against his front. Those strong black hands resting on her shoulders and lightly massaging as the older man gave him another of those warm, understanding smiles that still seemed so strange on him. He returned the smile, then turned to leave, before pausing and saying his goodbyes to his host. Dante's deep voice returned them and then he guided Krysten towards the stairs, ordering her to shower and change for bed, and he'd be up in a few.

Dante walked Rusty out, closing the door behind him as they stood on the front porch. "I can tell seeing you two together that you genuinely care for her. I need to process everything a bit more, see how she feels after seeing you without the heat clouding her mind. But, if I've learned anything about my daughter over the years, I don't think you have anything to worry about." He smiled again, then leaned back against the door slightly, feeling relaxed and strangely at peace with the whole thing. Rusty merely nodded, still a little overwhelmed from the kiss and the fact that he had a chance to continue wooing the girl he had wanted for so very long.

"Uh... thanks Dante. I... I can't begin to tell you how much this means to me. Or how grateful I am to be trusted with this." Rusty shrugged into his jacket, feeling another silly, boyish grin crossing his features. He felt like a teenager again himself and he sighed softly. "I really really can't stop thinking about her. She's beautiful, yes, but it's more then that with her." He glanced away, unconsciously towards where the light of the bathroom shone on the lawn. "She's smart, and sweet, so giving and clever. She's someone I know I can rely on to be my partner as well as my lover. I... I want that more then anything else. And I meant it earlier. I'll do anything if it means having her in my life." He glanced back at the older man, ears splaying just a bit in a gesture of submission and he ducked his head a little.

"We'll talk about that too Rusty. I won't make you do anything you aren't comfortable or ready for. Go home, get some sleep." Dante reached out, a hand resting on the other's shoulder before turning him towards the street and his car. And to his amusement, Rusty just did as told, with only a single wistful glance back towards that rectangle of light up above. Chuckling softly, Dante headed back inside and locked up. He glanced at the clock, noting that it was after midnight by more then a significant amount as he turned off the lights and television. Then, heading upstairs, he stripped out of his clothing, humming softly to himself. He was pleased that he wasn't being bombarded with the jealousy he had half expected. That the sight of his Krysten curled up in the arms of another man sleeping so peacefully, or seeing her kissing him so passionately hadn't done more to him then amuse and arouse him. It helped that he knew Krysten would never let him out of her life, and was not inclined to stop their new relationship.

He debated joining her in her shower, but he refrained, heading to his own to give her time to recover and himself time to think. If he joined her, it would lead to the inevitable conclusion of sex and he knew she was sore. And while he wanted more, he was willing to give her time to recover. So, he turned his own shower on and stepped into it, showering away the proof of their sex as his mind wandered. He remembered the looks of surprise and delight on the two faces of both his daughter and coworker throughout the night and he couldn't blame them. It was as if he was a completely different man. And looking back, he felt a surge of guilt and self anger at the cold, withdrawn man he had become. He couldn't help but be shocked at how warm and loving his daughter was with only him to model herself after. And he thanked his lucky stars that he had given into his lust that night, putting the first crack in that ice armor that had surrounded him.

His thoughts dwelt on the changes he had been taking as he showered and got ready for bed. When he left his bathroom, he was clad in only a robe and with a new determination to become the person Aurora had wanted him to be. He glanced at his bed, only a little surprised to see Krysten there, sitting on the foot of the bed with her brush on her lap wearing one of her new short silk robes over her slightly damp fur. He smiled tenderly down at her, then nodded to the vanity against the wall. She stood and moved to sit there, allowing him to stand behind her and start to brush her long length of hair for her. "Did you enjoy yourself this evening Krysten?" he asked, keeping his tone warm and gentle, wanting her to be honest with him without fear of repercussions.

Krysten watched him through the mirror, her hands folded in her lap, sitting straight and with her head straight ahead. She didn't respond for a long moment, trying to think of the best way to process everything. Finally, she nodded slightly. "Yes, I did. It was a big shock, but it was rather nice." She smiled and reached up to touch along his thigh lightly when she felt the brush still in her hair. "Honestly, it was amazing, just overwhelming. I...I enjoyed all of it. From the sex, to the dinner, to the time with just Rusty afterward. Thank you Daddy for that too. For giving me a chance to spend some time with him. I know that must have been hard." She turned then and her hands slid around his waist and she nuzzled into his stomach lightly.

Dante set the brush aside when she turned and his hands slid over her hair lovingly. Letting her hug him and nuzzle as one hand stroked lightly along one of her ears. "It wasn't too hard actually," he admitted. "I get you at the end of the night. At least now I do. And even later, when you leave me and get married, you will always be my daughter Krysten." He tilted her chin up, meeting her lovely eyes. "I'm glad you enjoyed yourself. Rusty wants to see you more. And there will be times I won't be around at all. Are you alright with that?" He watched her brow furrow slightly, then she nodded, smiling brightly once more.

"I think so. Especially if you are there at times. Like today." She blushed then and he admired the way her head tilted down slightly to hide it, even after all they had done together. He let her hide her face a bit, chuckling softly. Especially when her hands started to slide up and down his thighs and she nuzzled lower along his stomach. Only the sash holding his robe together stopped her from going to his sheath and she pouted. "Is...um, is it alright that I wanted you both inside me? When you were with me at the end, he was so hard against my butt, and I wanted him there. Inside me there, making me burn and ache and feel even more full. I wanted you both deep inside me, filling me with your cum as you took turns kissing me." She glanced up at him through her lashes, watching his expression. Even as she started to use her teeth to undo his belt and let his robe gape open.

His eyes widened at her words, the description she painted, then by the way she so deftly got to what she wanted. He marveled at the mixture of innocence and seductress he had turned her into and couldn't help but grow harder. Her hands slid up and pushed the robe from his body as her head dipped and her tongue teased at his shaft. The image from words had his length already slipping free and her purr met it as she ran her tongue around and around the head. He moaned in bliss, one hand tangling in her freshly brushed hair and he pulled her away a little. "It's more then alright my darling. It's quite slutty of you, but that just makes it all the better in my mind," he reassured. She grinned even as she blushed brightly from his words and he guided her head back to his length. "Get me hard Krysten. Suck your father like I taught you," he ordered, causing her to giggle and her tongue to curl around his cock and tug it into her mouth.

Her lips closed around him and she sucked slowly, but firmly. Moving her hands to his hips, she coaxed him to rock into her motions, even as she pulled back, then pushed forward, trying to work him free of his sheath. Her legs splayed a bit, wantonly showing off her body as her own robe split open and revealed her lack of nightgown. The sight of her bare form had him groaning and he knew then that she wasn't sated after this afternoon. And that his plans to give her a night to recover were useless. Normally, he had to tug her nightgown off in his desire for her body. But tonight, she came to him already prepared for his ardor. "Such a needy thing you are Krysten. Already naked and ready for me, aren't you? Play with yourself." She blushed brightly again, but her head moved faster, her tongue dancing around his soft barbs. Almost instantly, one of her hands dropped from his hip and she cupped her sex. Fingers spreading her folds open and her middle finger circling her clit to coax the already aching bud from its protective hood.

Her eyes lifted up then, meeting his eyes as she moaned around him, sucking hungrily as the pleasure rose inside her. And as she felt him harden inside her mouth, she sucked harder, moving with full strokes to take him from tip to base, even as he slipped fully from his sheath. Practiced at pleasuring her darling father, she didn't gag even once as the first few inches of his cock slid in and out of her throat. When she had him buried fully in her throat, she let her finger slide over her clit, causing her to moan and her hips to rock. Though when she pulled back, her finger lifted. Causing her to take him deep for longer and longer as her finger rubbed and teased. Her own need dictating the way she took him. All while her eyes met his. Letting him see the love, the need, the pleasure in her green depths.

Dante moaned softly at that look. Both of his hands sliding into her hair, holding her in place as she tried to push back down. Watching her finger lift once more, hovering over her clit and her hips squirming needfully. "Lovely little game you've set for yourself my girl. But, I think I should control it from now on." He grinned, seeing a flash of something that was part fear, but mostly excitement on her pretty face. And with that, he pushed deep into her throat and gave her the contact she wanted. Her eyes rolled back as she felt the rush of being controlled as well as the pleasure of her own touch. But, as she started to moan around him, he pulled back and out of her mouth. Using one hand to hit her muzzle lightly with his heavy length, even as he stroked a drop or two of pre onto her nose. Waiting until she was whimpering and her hips were dancing again before he slid back into her mouth. Slowly pushing just the first few inches in and watching as hope flared, only to hear her whimper again.

Krysten tried to entice him deeper, her tongue pressing up against the sensitive underside, tracing the veins and barbs on his cock. She was soaking wet, aching for her touch, but knew they were both delighting in the game. Sucking on the tip, she dropped her other hand down to one breast. Cupping the full orb and kneading, her fingers poised over her nipple. He flicked his silvered gaze down to her hand, then grinned his understanding. Instantly, he was thrusting deep into her throat, catching her on an exhale. But that didn't stop her hands from frantically giving her pleasure. She rubbed her clit firmly, her fingers of her other hand pinching and twisting her nipple. She moaned around him, focusing on pleasuring him, to keep him there. Even if her lungs were aching for air. The angle was wrong to let her get enough to breathe, just enough to keep her from passing out as she swallowed around him. Her tongue teasing the furred sheath pressing to her lips.

He lingered there, curious if she'd stop when she needed him to pull out. But when she gasped a little air in and kept going, he realized she wouldn't. So he pulled back enough to let her take a breath, then started to throat fuck his beautiful, submissive little girl. She closed her eyes as she focused on the task of giving him and herself pleasure and he didn't complain. Instead, he soaked up the pleasure of her tight throat rippling and swallowing around him, her sucking mouth and her tongue. Oh, her tongue. It danced and swirled around him, never still and even stretching out to try and lick his sac as he pushed ever deeper into her throat. His grip in her hair tightened and he moaned hungrily, holding her head still as he thrust into her mouth even faster.

He could tell she was getting closer herself, her hips rocking and dancing on the small bench, her nipple red and raw in her fingers. He waited until they were both on the brink before he pulled out of her mouth again and his grip loosened in her hair. Her eyes flew open as it took her a half a second to pull her hands away. But she did, despite how close he knew she was. Sliding off the bench onto her knees, she looked up at him pleadingly. "Please Daddy...don't stop." She shuffled towards him as he backed up a step. Her hands sliding up to cup his ass and she nuzzled his sac as it swung with his slight step. But not daring to take him back into her mouth again until he said she could. "Please. Oh please let me make you cum. Even if I don't get anything. I want to taste you, to feel you throbbing in my throat. Didn't I do alright?" She pouted a little, licking along his soft sac, feeling the orbs inside, so full of cum. She wanted that cum, wanted it in her mouth, or on her. She loved the taste of him. It was odd, salty, almost bitter... but it was his. And it was almost as good to have it covering her face and chest, to see that look of delight on his face, to feel that surge of perverted delight at being marked so.

Dante grinned and he continued to back up, gripping her wrists and tugging them away from him. He didn't stop her from following as she tried to keep her tongue and lips pressed to his sac. "You have to earn it my darling." He then turned when he felt the bed against his legs. He pointed to the floor where she knelt and ordered, "Stay." Then he moved away and retrieved a few of their new toys. He found her nipple clamps, liking the way she had squirmed for him earlier with them on. A butt plug was grabbed as well, then discarded and he instead picked up a dildo. He felt his cock throbbing with his need to cum, but he ignored it and instead grabbed the lube and a clit clamp as well. Turning back to his girl, he smiled in anticipation.

Krysten watched him walk away, whining softly with her need. But she did as ordered and stayed in place. Her hands hovered over her body, then she forced them behind her back, clasping one hand over her wrist in the small of her back. So, when Dante returned to standing in front of her, that smile had grown into one of delight and approval. "That's my girl," he praised, causing her to smile up at him. Then, she saw the toys in his hands and her eyes widened. He used one foot to nudge her thighs wide apart, making her blush as her slick folds slid against each other, then gaped open. She rocked her hips from side to side, moaning as cool air hit her oh so wet folds again and he chuckled. "You were just holding yourself nice and wide. And this makes you blush? My silly, sweet girl." He bent down then, pinching her clit firmly as he met her eyes. "No cumming Krysten. Otherwise, I will send you to your room to sleep alone." She whimpered and nodded, fighting the pleasure his touch gave. The pleasure that had almost forced her over the edge into bliss.

He continued to rub and pinch her clit until it was fully exposed and swollen. And in all honesty, just delighting in touching her. Finally though, he closed the clit clamp on the sensitive bud and she hissed in pained pleasure as he closed it in place. Her hips bucking, juices drenching her thighs. But still, she held off, even if she was shaking and trembling, her fur damp with her sweat to hold back. He then slid his hand, wet with her juices, up to her breasts and he tugged on each hard, swollen nipples. He didn't linger long there, his own cock demanding he hurry. He closed the clamps around her nipples, causing her to cry out again with each new shot of pain. Finally though, she was clamped and panting, her head hanging slightly, hair obscuring her face. He almost doubted her desire for this, until she looked up at him and her smile was bright and hungry.

"Please Daddy, hurry. I don't think I can hold back much longer. And I want to cum when you give me permission. I want to make you cum, to feel you achieve that bliss with me." She squirmed a little, taking such effort to focus on her words that were spoken in a breathless, trembling voice. "I don't want to be a bad girl. But if you don't hurry, I will be." She leaned forward, licking along the underside of his cock before he could step away and stop her. Chuckling softly, he helped her stand, forcing her to put pressure on her caught clit.

"Patience my girl. Bend over the bed and spread your cheeks. I need to get you ready." He didn't dare use the dildo on her hungry sex, not yet. Not until he was ready for her to fracture into bliss. But, first, he wanted to fill her lovely little ass up with it. He wanted to give her that double full feeling she had been talking about earlier. So, when she was in position, her hands holding herself open, he bent down and started to lick that tight star. He didn't linger too long once again, making sure her tight hole was nice and wet, then reaching for some lube. He drizzled it over her hole, then used a finger to work it into her. She took his finger with quite a bit more ease then she did that first time, since she quite enjoyed him teasing her there. And after he had learned that, he had decided to make use of the butt plugs they had gotten, making her wear them as long as she could.

So it didn't take long until she was stretched enough to take the dildo. Straightening up, he spread more lube on the toy, then pressed the head to her small ring. "Da..daddy?" she asked, feeling the cold, nonliving toy pressing to her and her eyes widened with shock. She didn't pull her hands away though, even as she looked back, unable to hide her uncertainty. He chuckled softly, then pushed the toy inside her steadily. Making her stretch around it, much as she would for an actual cock. When it was buried to the hilt inside her, he moved into place and pressed the head of his own length, thicker and longer then the toy, to her sex. "You can cum when I'm fully inside you," he allowed, right before he thrust as deep into her as he could go. Feeling how tight she was with the toy stuffing her tail hole. He held himself still inside her, feeling her clenching around him as she started to cum as soon as he was inside her.

Krysten nodded her understanding, feeling so full already. And with him poised there at her entrance, she knew that he wanted to give her a taste of her fantasy. But, she wasn't sure if he would fit inside her as well, Even if she knew this would be good practice. So while her tight ass burned and ached around the toy in such a pleasant way, she focused on not cumming as her father spread her slick sex open around him once more. She panted and moaned, then finally, he was inside her. Deeply buried in her and her head flew up. A cry pushed from her and she finally let herself cum. Her body clenching around him, rippling and squeezing, as each wave of bliss cascaded over her. She rocked back insistently, all inhibitions gone in the bliss of her climax. Finally, she started to be able to think again and her father chuckled over her. His hands came around her slender waist and he pulled her back into him as he rocked deep into her again.

"Grab the dildo. Move it for me babygirl." He waited until she had moved one hand to grab the toy, sliding it halfway out, then pushing it back in. Moving in rhythm with her, so that the toy was buried inside her as he was pulling back and out of her. Thrusting in deeply, he bent over her and kissed her lower back as his hands moved to cup her breasts. Kneading them, making her nipple clamps tug and bite all the more. "Do you like it Krysten?" he asked, his voice rougher, barbs swelling to drag along her tight walls. God, she was so wet and tight around him. And the feel of her moving the toy inside her ass, rubbing it against him through her thin wall... he wanted so badly to cum.

She nodded, no longer able to form words as she soaked up the sensation. The slick slide in and out of the toy, in such a naughty, taboo way that she loved combined with his hot, hard, twitching length taking her sex. The feel of his barbs against her walls, teasing her higher, making her push back into him. And when his hands landed on her breasts, she thought she'd cum again as the pain of the clamps mixed with the pleasure. He was playing her body perfectly, in such a way that she didn't think anyone would be better. Not even Rusty, who made her heart beat faster and stomach fill with butterflies.

They moved together, her cries and moans filling the room. His dark body covering her pale one as they both worked towards their final goal. He wouldn't last long, not after the blow job from earlier, plus how tight she was. But that didn't bother her as she felt him speeding up. She tried to keep up with the dildo as much as she could, using her free hand to brace herself. Spreading her legs, letting him get all the deeper as her hips tipped back, which caused his swinging sac to hit her clamped clit. The pain spiking, making her squeeze around him, whimpering with each thrust home. "Cum daddy, fill me up," she cried out, her voice tense with her desire. Teeth grazed her shoulder in answer, Dante lifting up and gripping her hips firmly. She left the toy alone then, bracing herself up with both hands now as she prepared for his final thrusts. They were hard and fast, jostling the toy inside her as he focused on his own pleasure. And every one bordered on the edge of too hard, too much, but she found she loved it.

A moment later saw his grip tightening even more around her hips, a growl rumbling in his chest as he thrust one last time deep into her sex. His cock pulsing, barbs throbbing with his heartbeat as he started to cum inside her. Giving them both of them what they wanted as he felt her start to cum with him, her muscles once more clenching around him and milking every drop from his sac. Her own cry of pleasure was music to his ears as she shoved back to get him even deeper, her tail twitching against her back. Finally, they settled down after what seemed a lifetime of pleasure, his arms helping to support her as her body started to go limp.

"Good girl," he panted softly, lifting her up, despite being shaky and tired himself. He laid her on the bed, pulling the toy from her still twitching ass and laid it aside. Kissing her gently, he removed the nipple clamps next, capturing her whimpers into his mouth as blood returned to the already sore nubs. Though, when he removed her clit clamp, he lowered himself down to lightly lap at that sensitive knot of nerves, easing that pain away tenderly. Not minding the taste of his own seed he got occasionally as he licked. He didn't linger long, moving back up to stretch out beside her. She sleepily started to move, bending down to lick him clean before he stopped her. "Just sleep Krysten. We'll shower again in the morning. You've had a long day," he allowed, curling his arms and body around her smaller one. She started to protest, but then snuggled into him, her eyes falling closed again and body relaxing.

He wasn't long to follow, nuzzling the back of her neck lightly as he relaxed enough to fall asleep. And as he had every night since her heat, he slept deeply and contently with her in his arms, his dreams full of her and his Angel. The next morning came and she woke before him and his alarm. Slipping from the bed, she retrieved a warm, wet washcloth and cleaned him up, then herself. Letting him sleep as she then headed down to make his breakfast, pulling her robe on to protect herself from any heat while she cooked.

Starting the coffee first, knowing he'd need it, she debated what she wanted to make for breakfast. Finally, she decided on french toast, leaning against the counter and mixing up the eggs and milk in a bowl. She stared off into space, thinking about what her father had talked about last night. Rusty wanted to see her more. Just her. A flush of delight crossed her cheeks and she set the bowl down. Adding the spices, she smiled and felt a little wriggle of delight want to come out. She stepped back and did a small twirl in the kitchen, giggling in delight as her head fell back and eyes closed. Wrapping her arms around herself, she hugged tightly and sighed in delight. Only to come to a stand still as strong male hands closed around her shoulders and an amused chuckle came from behind her.

"Well, someone certainly looks happy. I don't think I've ever seen you do that before," Dante observed as Krysten squeaked in surprise and embarrassment and turned to face him. She blushed brightly, though couldn't do anything about her smile. He soaked in her beauty, her pretty eyes sparkling with excitement, a flush on her cheeks, ears perked up and a smile of true delight on her face. "You're so beautiful Krysten. Do you know that?"

She ducked her head at his compliment, her blush spreading and she squirmed a bit. "Daddy! I'm not. Momma was beautiful. I'm just...me." She shrugged and turned back to the bowl of mix she had been preparing. He followed her, sliding his arms around her shoulders and pulling her back against him slightly. He nuzzled her cheek lightly and then kissed it.

"You are Krysten. You look just like her you know. And she was the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. So that means you are too." He pulled back after a moment and poured himself a cup of coffee. He watched her cook breakfast, that blush seeming to be permanent on her face. "I left your instructions on the bed today. Ben wa balls again, and the butt plug I left out. No clamps, your poor nipples need a break I think. You can wear a dress, but no panties. I want you to keep those toys in on your own. Also, your school work assignments are also laid out. You still need to work on that essay on Hamlet." He sipped his coffee, finding it slightly amazing how he could go so easily from talking about sex toys with her to talking homework. She merely looked back at him and nodded, smiling.

"Of course. I am almost done with it actually. I just need to cross reference a few things. May I go to the library this afternoon?" He hesitated, then nodded, making her smile even more. She adored the library, all the worlds of adventure and possibilities she found in the books. "May I also check out a few books for myself?" she asked, causing him to chuckle and nod again. She grinned in delight, actually clapping her hands much as a little girl might, then refocused on their breakfast. Dipping the bread, then putting it in the skillet as she tried to think of what she would get. "Thank you Daddy. Do you think we could play chess tonight? We haven't played since...well...that night." She was a little surprised at that as they had used to play every night. And now, they did other things every night.

"Are you tiring of my touch Krysten?" he asked, moving up behind her and stroking her hair back to get to her neck. Nibbling along it, smiling just a bit to himself as he teased her. Her quick shake of her head and cry of no had him grinning even more and his hands slid to undo the belt of her robe. "Don't let breakfast burn." He then slid his hand down between her snowy thighs and slid one finger into her sex. Feeling her wince slightly, he understood now why she wanted to play chess. They had used her hard the day before, though she had loved every bit of it. That didn't stop him from sliding his finger slowly in and out of her, the heel of his palm grinding against her clit. "If you really want to play chess when you get back from the library, then yes, we can play. And if you ever need a break from our...recreational activities, then you just have to ask." He added a second finger, feeling her juices starting to coat his fingers and palm.

She rocked her hips subtly into his touch, leaning into his warm, strong presence and flipped the toast with a slightly shaky hand. "I don't want a break Daddy. I just don't want to give up all our old activities," she admitted. Looking back and up at him as she clenched her tight wall around him with little effort. "I miss playing chess with you." She rocked her hips back, feeling his bulge in his robe and rocking against between it and his fingers. "Honestly, I think I'd be happy with you inside me all night long. But, you said that intellectual pursuits were noble and...oh harder Daddy...expanded my mind and made me better." Her eyes closed and her free hand clenched on the edge of the counter as he started to move his fingers faster inside her, curling them to find her sweet spot.

He chuckled softly, scissoring his fingers in her oh so sweet sex and his tongue teased her sensitive ear. "Yes, it does. And yes you should enjoy them." He grinned as she had to pause what she was saying to exclaim in pleasure. Nibbling along her ear, his other hand cupped her breast through the thin silk of her robe and he kneaded lightly, pulling her back against him. Pausing only when she had to move the toast from the pan to a plate, and start a new set. He wanted her now, but was enjoying teasing her. "From now on, we'll set a day of the week where we are innocent. No play, no toys, no tasks. Just you being Krysten, and me being just your father." He pulled his fingers from her, offering them to her to clean and moaning as she instantly sucked them into her mouth. She had grown to love her taste, happily cleaning him whenever she could.

Turning to look up at him as she sucked his fingers clean, she pouted a bit at his suggestion, but didn't deny him. She never could tell him no. When he pulled his fingers free, she kissed the tips, then nodded at his suggestion. "Alright. But, daddy? Please don't go back to being distant when we do those nights? That would kill me. I like you better like this. Smiling, happy, talking with me." She wrapped her arms around him, missing that guilty look as she buried her face into his chest and hugged tightly. He sighed softly, his arms sliding around her and he tugged her closer.

"I won't Krysten. I promise. And I'm sorry I was like that for so long." He kissed the top of her head, then reluctantly pulled away. "I'll be back, I need to put clothes on before I end up ravishing you and being late for work." He tilted her chin up and kissed her deeply, sweetly, stilling any protests she might have had, then leaving her to finish breakfast. Pondering her words, adding it to the list of things he needed to think about in more detail.

He pushed it from his mind for the time being as he headed back down, dressed in his usual suit for work. He sat with his daughter and ate her delicious breakfast, watching her squirm slightly with her neediness he had given her and talked about her school work with her. Finally, it was time for him to leave for work and he bent down to kiss her forehead. "Have a good day Krysten. Don't leave for the library without telling me and only after your chores are done." He stroked her hair back out of her face, then smiled lovingly down at. "I love you sweetheart." She flushed with delight and looked up at him with adoration.

"I love you too Daddy." She turned and hugged him, then watched him leave. And despite the need in her belly, she stood and cleared the dishes before heading up to find the list of tasks he had left for her to start on. Already looking forward to a day of teasing herself with the toys he had picked, and a small thrill at going out in public with no panties on. Though once she had the toys in, she did her best to ignore them as she went about doing her school work and chores. Even if the ben wa balls and plug made Hamlet so much more interesting.