Owning Her Innocence (Innocence #1)(12)
Giving my butt one last grab, Daddy pushes me toward the bath.
I rush to get done as quickly as possible, just pulling my hair up while I shower because there’s no need to wash it again after Daddy did it last night. Oddly, the idea of washing it myself makes me a little sad. I’m falling fast into the habit of depending on him, but it feels so natural, so right.
Using Daddy’s toothbrush I brush my teeth, then rush to the bedroom to find clothes. Luckily, sitting on a chair, I find a bag someone must have packed for me. I dress quickly in a pink sundress with a pair of white cotton panties and head towards the kitchen, leaving my feet bare.
When I enter the kitchen William is sitting at the breakfast bar typing away at his laptop and an older woman is at the stove cooking. “Morning, little one,” William says, looking up from his laptop. Before I can respond, the woman comes squealing at me.
“You must be Haley! The reason Mr. Darkling can’t get that smile off his face!”
I can’t help but blush. “Yes, I’m Haley, but I’m sure he smiles all the time.”
Releasing me and giving a little laugh, Maria walks back to the stove to flip the bacon.
“Well, I’ll let you and Maria get acquainted. I’m going to take a quick shower before your father gets here.” Leaning down next to my ear he whispers, “I hate to wash off those * juices you coated my leg with this morning, but I can’t sit down to a meal with your father knowing I smell like your cum.”
“Da—um—William! I can’t believe you said that!” I push back from him.
His face suddenly turns deadly serious, causing my stomach to knot. “Haley, you listen now and you listen good. If we’re going to do this, then we’re going to do this. I understand if you don’t want to call me Daddy in public. Or if we’re in front of your father and you don’t want to because it makes you feel awkward, that’s fine too. We’ll come up with something for when those times arise, but here in our home you will call me Daddy and feel no shame or embarrassment about it. If someone doesn’t like the way we live, then they can get the f*ck out of our home.”
“Amen!” I hear Maria say from over at the stove.
“Our home, Daddy?” I question.
“Fuck yes, our home. Did I not make myself clear before? You’re mine and I’m keeping you.”
“What if my father tries to make me leave with him?” I whisper, scared at the thought.
“I dare anyone to try to keep you from me. I tried to stay away from you, little one, but I’ve never wanted a woman the way I want you. I will own every part of you. I’ll fight anyone to keep you and destroy anyone who stands in my way of having you. You. Are. Mine.” Leaning down, he gives me a deep, wet kiss, sliding his hands under my sundress to stroke my clit through my white cotton panties. I forget someone else is in the room until I hear Maria clear her throat.
“I’ll be back in ten. Try to keep her out of trouble, Maria. Don’t let that sweet face fool you,” he says as he strolls down the hallway toward his bedroom. Our bedroom. Wonder if he’ll let me paint it pink? I don’t think it will take much to wrap him around my finger. I bet I can have that room pink by the end of the week.
“What has put that smile on your face, Haley? Was Mr. Darkling right? Are you already up to no good?” Maria asks as she starts pulling food from the stove and filling plates.
“Maybe a few ideas. A girl has to keep her Daddy on his toes.” I steal a piece of bacon off the counter, popping it into my mouth.
“Well, I think you’re exactly what Mr. Darkling needs. I haven’t seen him this happy in—well, I can’t even recall. It’s nice to see someone filling this house with laughter. I thought I entered the wrong home this morning.”
Realizing I have a few moments to maybe do some fishing about my Daddy I seize the opportunity. “You mean no one else is ever here?” I try to make myself seem like I’m making general conversation, but the look Maria shoots me tells me she’s on to my game.
Taking a deep breath, Maria sets the pan down on the stove, turning to look directly at me. “I’ve been with Mr. Darkling for three years now and aside from his weekly poker game or football on Sunday, no one is ever here. In fact, you’re the only woman I’ve ever seen in this house. Period. Well, besides myself. Get me?”
Nodding, I sit down at the breakfast bar. “Thank you. I don’t know why I’m panicking. I’m guess I’m just a little scared and a tad jealous at the idea of some other woman having maybe been here,” I finish.
“Normally, I wouldn’t share what I just shared with you, but I did because I see the way you look at him and he looks at you. Mr. Darkling has been moping around this house for the past few years, and then today I walk in here and it’s like he finally woke up. I’m guessing you were the one to wake him.”
I can’t help but think of how I really did wake him up this morning and I burst out laughing. “I guess I did.”
Giving me a knowing smile, Maria hands me two plates. “Go put these on the table. Your father is going to be here any minute and I’m guessing you guys are going to want to get right to it. No sense in dragging it out.”
Maria’s words bring me back to reality, causing my stomach to knot once again. Sitting at the table I hear a knock at the door and William greeting my father. Moments later, they’re in the dining room and my father is pulling me into a hug. I hold him a few seconds longer than I normally would in case it might be the last time for a while. The idea of not talking to or seeing my father is unsettling and heartbreaking, but I will not allow him to rip us apart.