Page 7 of Still His

I had given her a small wave and practically ran up the stairs so she couldn’t see the hard-on I was sporting for her, and it was evident. I’m not a small man by any means, and the last thing she needed was to see her father figure hard as steel for his little girl.

I was fucked up. Still am, but it didn’t stop me from jumping in the shower and fisting myself thinking about how sweet and hot she would be with all those curves pressed tight against me, wrapping around my body as I took her innocence and decimated her. Claimed her as my own so no one would ever be able to touch her.

It was wrong then, and not much has changed now.

Fuck that. Everything changed when she ran away from me instead of talking this out.

After that day, I made sure to keep a physical distance from her because I was disgusted with myself. She wasn’t even legal, and she was my daughter, yet here I was, pining after her like some lovesick teenager or perverted old man.

I’ve tried more than once to be with another woman since that day, but I couldn’t even let them touch me without feeling repulsed. No one compared to my girl. Not now, not ever.

After the second failed attempt, I gave up trying. My imagination and my fist were better than what anyone other than Cat could give me.

My Kitty Cat proved that and then some over the past three years.

Fuck, I had never seen anyone so in tune with themselves, and if I didn’t know she was still untouched, I would be on the hunt for the bastard who took her innocence. As it is, I can’t exactly burn the sex toys she uses, and I wouldn’t want to.

I love how confident she is in her own skin. How sure and proud she is to be the plus sized queen she was meant to be. Fuck, just thinking about her sweet body has my dick painfully hard in my pants for her. I’m always hard for her.

I will be the one and only man to ever touch her, feel her gripping my dick like a vice as she falls apart screaming my name while I rail her from behind, pulling her hair and choking her.

I know she’s going to be tight around me because those cute little toys she uses aren’t even half the size of my cock.

I know she’s untouched because I would never leave her alone in a city without having someone watching over her and reporting back to me. I needed to keep her safe.

I don’t care how psychotic that makes me sound, she’s my everything. I gave her the space she wanted when she ran, but I would never leave her without protection.

A smile tugs at my lips as I think about how pissed she’s going to be when she finds out I’ve known exactly where she’s been for the past three years. She’s adorable when she’s angry, but I have ways to calm her down and she will enjoy every second of it.

Catherine

Choosing to fly home was the best decision I could have made.

When I left Vancouver, British Columbia and took a few different buses to Edmonton, Alberta, it was a long ass trip. I spaced it out, so the normally fifteen-hour bus ride took me two and a half days.

It was carefully planned out so that no one would be on my ass before I even had a chance to build my own life.

I had no illusions that Dad hadn’t found me over the past few years because, for everything that happened, he does love me. There’s no way he would have been able to go three years without at least knowing where I was and that I was safe.

The fact he hadn’t come to get me whenever he did locate me? Well, like I said before, he thinks experience is the world’s best teacher. It’s been a motto of his for as long as I can remember.

I’m just hoping he’s unaware of what I do for a living.

I’m not ashamed of being a cam girl, but knowing Dad is aware that I get naked and play with myself for money? Not something any father really wants to hear about their kid.

Actually, if he knew, I think he would have dragged me home kicking and screaming the second he found out.

Letting out a breath, I grab the handle on my suitcase and pull it towards the doors so I can hail a cab or Uber or something. I just need to stay with my friend Darcy for a couple days while I figure out how to tell Dad I’m back.

I can’t really just show up at his door and go “Surprise! I’m home!” and walk past him. That really wouldn’t go over well.

No. Simon is a man who loves to plan and when those plans are derailed, he gets extremely cranky. It’s better for me to stay with Darcy until I can set something up with him, so he knows to expect me.

Except, I don’t get to think about that because the second I step outside the doors, he’s there waiting for me.

Cursing softly under my breath, I walk towards him and hold my breath.

How did he know I was here? And to be picked up at this exact time?

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