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If Poppy were in my bed, I’d take my time with her, making her come on my fingers and tongue. I’d force her to beg for my cock and be rewarded with her delicious moans of pleasure.

There was nothing as hot as the sounds a well-pleasured woman could make.

My hand moved faster, sending bolts of pleasure spearing through my body as I closed my eyes, imagining every dirty thing I wanted to do to her. I wanted to see her soft skin turned red from a flogger, her eyes water from choking on my cock, her skin flushed with pleasure.

All of these images flashed in my mind, and my body twisted in the sheets as my stomach tightened. I remembered the way she felt in my arms earlier, all of her plush curves pressed against me, and my orgasm crested. I bit my lip through a moan as my release coated my stomach.

Around that time, I heard a final muffled moan from Joey, and I couldn’t help rolling my eyes. He didn’t exactly take his time, and there was no way Poppy came.

Getting out of bed, I used tissues to wipe my myself clean. Tossing them into the trash can in the corner of the room, I couldn’t stop thinking about how unsatisfied Poppy had to be right now. I had the strong urge to march over to her room, slam the door open, and show her exactly how a man was supposed to treat her.

Instead, I pulled my suitcase out of the closet and put it on the bed. I’d unpacked my clothes and put them into the dresser earlier, but the rest of the things I brought, toys I hoped to use at the kink camp, were still in the suitcase, sadly unlikely to be used.

Or would they?

The idea of seeing Poppy take one of my larger dildos was a hell of a fantasy, but I had to take steps if I was going to makeanythinghappen with her.

It was wrong, and I knew it. But after what I just heard, I needed a taste of her. She deserved better, and I could give it to her.

Digging around in the suitcase, I found a small black satchel in the bottom. Opening it, I pulled out a sedative I brought along because of my interest in somnophilia. I always enjoyed fucking someone while they were unconscious. But this time, I had a better idea in mind of what to do with it.

A wicked smile curved my lips as I made a plan. I’d put it into action tomorrow.

Chapter6

Axel

Ibarely slept a wink last night. After hearing Poppy have sex, I lay awake in bed for hours. I never expected to hear my daughter having sex in the next room, and it should have disturbed the hell out of me.

To be fair, itdid, but not in the way I expected.

My relationship with Poppy was complicated, and it had been for a long time. When I divorced her mother, Poppy was only ten years old. I was having a tough time dealing with the collapse of my marriage, and I ended up taking a job in another state. I was looking to forget about my messy divorce and the fucked-up feelings I had about what my wife did to destroy our marriage. So, I moved away and threw myself into my job for the next few years. Working as a lawyer kept me busy, and the distance made it difficult to maintain a good relationship with Poppy.

By the time I got over the divorce, I’d made partner, and I’d barely seen her for five years. Poppy was a teenager then, and she wasn’t quick to forgive when I tried to make amends and be a part of her life. She refused to see me at all until she was in college.

So, over the last few years, I’d spent a little time with her, but still not much. I’d basically accepted a long time ago we’d never have a close father/daughter relationship.

Despite all of that, Ineverexpected the rush of jealousy I felt last night when I heard her in bed with her boyfriend.

It was an unexpected response, although I had begun to notice in recent years just how stunning Poppy had grown.

I never let myself think about it too much, my mind always shoving those thoughts away as I was overcome with self-disgust.

But last night, Icouldn’tignore the thoughts of her hot, young body. Alone in the darkness of my bedroom, I wanted to be the one with her. I knew I could do better at pleasing her than that punk shithead boyfriend of hers.

It was fucked up to even think that, but once I started, I couldn’t stop. I lay awake for hours, wrestling with myself over it. I was sickened by my own desire, but underneath that, deep inside of me, I found I reveled in the depravity of it. Something about the dirtiness of wanting to fuck my own daughter was thrilling to me.

I thought I was a decent man, but now I wasn’t so sure.

The following morning, I found myself in the kitchen, brewing a pot of coffee and rummaging through the cupboards for a quick breakfast. Having skipped dinner the night before, I settled on some bagels and popped one into the toaster. As I reached for some cream cheese from the fridge, I wondered if Poppy still enjoyed bagels for breakfast. It had been her favorite when she was younger, but I wasn't sure what she preferred now.

Spreading the cream cheese onto my toasted bagel, I had the completely warped idea of licking the stuff off of Poppy’s tits. Closing my eyes, I told myself I was fucked up for thinking about these thoughts.

Maybe it was just because I’d been single for too long. I fucked around a bit after my divorce, seeing my newfound freedom as the perfect chance to get my dick wet with whoever was willing. But that got old fast. In the last few years, especially after Janie married Mason, I’d started to seriously date. I even lived with a woman for a while, but our relationship ended eighteen months ago. She wanted a wedding and I was determined to never get married again. In the end, we both realized neither of us were going to change our minds, so we split, and I hadn’t been with a woman since.

Maybe that was my real problem. I was just hard up to get laid, and it had nothing to do with Poppy.

As soon as the thought crossed my mind, Poppy came strolling into the room. My mouth went dry as sandpaper when I saw what she was wearing. The sleep set was dark blue with yellow stars all over it, the tank top stretched across her chest, and I could see her nipples clearly poking against the thin surface. And the shorts…well, they were so short they might as well have been underwear.

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