Page 43 of Off Limits

I tilt my face up towards him, giving him a half-hearted smile. “I think I need a kiss, Daddy,” I say sweetly, knowing the effect saying that will have on him. But instead of bending down to give me the kiss I want, Jean-Luc sucks in a breath and closes his eyes for a second.

“Danica.” He squeezes my shoulders and starts lightly massaging them, digging his thumbs into the muscle right where I’m always the most tight, just like he knows how to do. “I think we need to be a little careful about our roles, okay?”

“What do you mean?”

“I just mean…sometimes I have to be your dad, okay kid?”

There’s that conundrum again: boyfriend, lover, father. But I’m not able to keep my feelings compartmentalized, at least not right now. I shimmy out of my chair and turn to face him, feeling brazen.

“Then I don’t want to study anymore.” I hold his gaze and don’t look away. His dark brown eyes search mine as if he’s looking for some meaning, as if he’s trying to figure something out. I can tell he’s not going to make me sit back down. “I want you to touch me,” I breathe, my voice coming out wispy and soft. “Kiss me.”

There’s a hint of a smile on his mouth, a whisper of mirth in the way his eyes crinkle and squint, even as he furrows his brow at me. “You don’t make the rules around here, Danica,” he says in a low voice.

“I’m horny, Daddy,” I try again.

This time he lifts an eyebrow, one corner of his mouth starting to give away his smile. I know I have him.

“You’re being a brat.” His eyes bore into mine. “I tell you what. You can put away your studying, but it’s bath time.”

“C’mon!” I roll my eyes.

“Dani.” This time his tone is severe. “I said it’s bath time. Be a good girl and do as you’re told.”

“Yes, Daddy,” I sigh. A spark of interest flickers in his dark eyes.

I follow Jean-Luc upstairs and sit on his bed while he runs the bath. It was only the night before last that I slept there beside him, in his arms all night—except for when he crept off to the bathroom to take care of himself, leaving me wanting. I could only imagine him in there, that huge, long cock in his hand.

I wonder if we’ll ever…do it. I want him to want me in that way, but thinking about his size makes me nervous. Even through the shower glass I could easily see that he’s bigger than Dante and Kye. Combined.

My eyes wander around the room and I try to imagine my mother living here. It’s the same bed they shared at the old house. Same dresser. Same chairs under the window. Standing up, I circle the room, lazily thinking about how much this room looks like their old one. It’s just missing Melanie’s clothes and all the bottles and pots of makeup and perfume that sat on the dresser.

Out of curiosity and boredom, I open the dresser drawers to see how much room Jean-Luc takes up on his own, and I’m surprised to find a stash of my old underwear—Melanie’s old underwear—the forbidden panties he doesn’t want me to wear. Underneath that there are other items in lace and silk. I pull one out and hold it up by the straps. It’s a sheer white babydoll nightgown trimmed with ruffles and lace, very sexy. I have no idea if it’s Melanie’s or maybe a trophy from some other conquest, but if it’s stashed away in this drawer, I assume he likes it.

Jean-Luc calls me into the bathroom, and I shove the nightie back into the drawer, closing it silently before joining him. To my surprise, he doesn’t leave when I enter the bathroom.

“Get undressed for your bath,” he instructs me, dark eyes watching me expectantly, and with a quiver of excitement, I remove my blouse and slide off my skirt. His eyes devour me as I roll down my socks, unclip my bra, and step out of my panties, and then I stand there naked before him, letting him look at me. The frank way he stares makes me feel shy and powerful at the same time.

“Beautiful girl,” he murmurs. “Now into the bath. It’s bath time.”

He holds out a hair elastic and I knot my hair on top of my head so it doesn’t get wet—I have too much of it to wash it every day, which he knows—and then I step into the bathtub and lower myself down.

I’m hyper aware of Jean-Luc’s eyes on my body, hyper aware of the fact that this is the first time he has seen me completely naked—at least since puberty—and the awareness of that, mixed with the hot intensity of his stare, is making a pulsing pleasure spread through my body. The warm, wet touch of the water between my legs is like a mouth, and the thought makes my nipples tingle as they contract into hard points. I know Jean-Luc can see them. I’m sure my arousal is written all over my body, and I love knowing that he’s watching me.

He kneels down beside the tub with the sponge in hand, dampening it in the water and adding soap, and then starts scrubbing soft circles on my back.

He moves the sponge over my shoulders and across my chest, then ever so lightly down over my breasts. “You’ve grown up so much,” he says in a thick voice. “I can’t believe how big your breasts are getting.” He drops the sponge into the water, where it bobs and dips in the waves, and starts lathering my breasts with his bare hands. “They’re so big.”

“Do you like them?” I whisper, with every ounce of courage in me. His touch is sending electric currents throughout my body, making my nipples squeeze tight.

“Yes.” He reaches one arm around my back so that he can place a hand under each breast and cups the weight of them, bouncing them slightly as if he were testing them out. “Fuck,” he groans.

“Are they bigger than Mom’s?” My voice is so low it’s barely a whisper, and a red-hot blaze of shame goes through me even though I wanted to say it. Even though I want to know.

What a fucked-up thing to say.

But it doesn’t seem to faze Jean-Luc at all. “Not yet,” he answers, still squeezing and kneading them. “But they will be soon. And they’re so perfect just as they are. So nice and full and firm. I can’t believe how beautiful and grown-up you’ve gotten.”

Keeping one arm around me, breast in his hand, he lowers the other over my stomach and down past my belly button, until his fingers are just a hair’s breadth away from my clit. I take a deep breath, repressing a shudder at the hot, urgent need coursing through me.

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