The moment she’s tied to the wall the game begins. Okay, it takes a few minutes longer. Let’s say once I leave her it starts. Once I walk out of the room and she closes her eyes so she can feel everything. So the dream turns real in a moment of silence and her head can rid itself of everything that came before: work, chores, life. None of it matters. I take a deep breath before entering because my state of mind is just as important. If she’s empty then I’m full. If she’s waiting then I’m coming. “Hello there,” I say, leaning against the door frame. Her eyes open wide and I wonder how real it feels. She’s dressed in nothing but babygirl white panties and with her arms stretched over her head, she’s unable to cover herself. “Daddy get out of my room! My boyfriend’s coming right back!” Her voice is loud and I wonder for a moment what the neighbors think. As I step closer, my world also begins to vanish behind me, and all I see is a pretty girl with her hands bound above her head. All I see is my beautiful daughter waiting in vain for a boy I tossed onto the street just minutes before. “I don’t think he will, actually.” My voice is calm and restrained and she struggled again, trying to get free. When I touch her face she turns and looks away. When I run my hand down her neck and between her breasts she pushes me with a foot. “What did you do? What did you do to him?” She asks as I step back so I can look at her. “I told him it was time to go. He did protest that he needed to finish something, but I promised I’d take care of it.” “Please, just let me go!” she cries. Even as she shakes her head I can see it. Her excitement is as plain as the bulge in my pants and both of us know it. “I don’t think so,” I say, stepping so close that my body is touching hers. “Tell me, Babygirl, what was he going to do? He tied my little girl up and left her practically naked in her room, so what was he going to do next?” “Don’t make me say it,” she moaned, no longer struggling at all. “Tell me,” I whisper, reaching between her legs but not touching her. She looked down, watching my hand as my fingers extend, barely touching the white cotton. “Now.” “He was going to come back! He was going to come and then… He was going to go down on me.” She’s soaking wet when my fingers find her. I nod my approval as she moans, and then I press my mouth to her ear and whisper. “There’s only one person who gets to taste my little girl,” I say, kissing her neck before sinking slowly to the floor. “And just to make sure you understand, Daddy is going to show you.” He panties come off in a blur and I can only hold back so much. I kiss her stomach as she begs me to stop; when I lift up one leg and rest it over my shoulder I can’t resist. My mouth opens, and I’m lost, tasting her, kissing her, and fucking her with my tongue. And my god is she perfect. She’s mine and she’s gasping and it feels so real that the guilt makes me harder. Each time she begs Daddy to stop, I go faster until my fingers are inside her and she’s coming against my lips and tongue. I devour every bit of her, knowing that I won’t stop there. No matter how the game began, it’s going to end in just one way. “Please Daddy! I’m coming, it’s not fair! You’re not supposed to do this!” Her pouts and her moans are glorious and I live for them. Which each protestation I find myself needing her more. With each struggle I find myself. loving her more. The second her body goes limp I’m upon her. I raise her up, both legs around me as I hold her still, looking into her big blue eyes. “You taste like an angel, but Daddy needs to fuck you now.” She gasps again because neither of us knew that was going to happen. The game was old–one we’ve played a hundred times before–but it still felt new and uncertain. Would I let her go so we could move into something else? Would I kiss her forever until she couldn’t stand? Would I tease her, making her watch as I touched myself just out of reach of her bound hands? Or would I thrust into her as she cried out, fucking her as I made her mine? “You belong to me,” I tell her. “And that little boy doesn’t deserve you. He tied you up so Daddy could fuck you. This little cunt belongs to me and so does the rest of you. Daddy’s going to fuck you until he comes and there’s nothing you can do, do you understand?” “Yes Daddy!” she cries, no longer willing to resist. “Please fuck me! I’m sorry I teased you, I’m so sorry! Fuck me harder Daddy!” I come within minutes. Maybe it’s seconds, it doesn’t matter. All I know is that I’m inside her and she’s mine. All I know is that both of us are there, empty of everything that doesn’t matter. All I know is that I’m fucking my little girl and I’m coming so hard I can barely stand it. All I know is she’s crying and her hands are no longer bound to the wall. All I know is that her arms are around me, she’s kissing my lips and I’m still inside her. All I know is that I love her and I’ll never let her go.