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Thread: Taking Care of Daddy {Whisper Twice x AnnaBeth Belle}

Colin Peterson sat on the edge of his bed wearing nothing but a pair of black boxer briefs with his head in his hands. The morning couldn't have started out worse, and now he had a headache to top it all off. He shook his head to clear it and stood to his feet. He stared at himself in the mirror for a second. He always seemed a bit older after those arguments, the grey in his sandy blonde hair stood out starker. But he knew he shouldn't really complain. He'd taken to boxing at the gym lately to let off steam and it had started to show in his arms and chest especially. He angrily slammed his hand against the dresser in frustration and immediately regretted it. Chloe was still there. He turned to the door to call out and apologize when he saw her standing there. Oh shit. He grabbed some blankets and covered himself. Did you hear us fighting again, baby girl? I'm so sorry.
Thread: Taking Care of Daddy {Whisper Twice x AnnaBeth Belle}

Colin took in a deep breath. For some silly reason, his body was interpreting his daughter's actions as sexual. He blinked a few times. God, but he needed his wife to fuck him again. Hell, he'd take her just lying there at this point. If his body interpreted his daughter's actions sexually, then clearly he had way too much pent up frustration that needed release. Because Chloe, well, that was crazy. Colin put his other hand on his daughter's cheek. You're always trying to help me, baby girl, but you're it's late. Far later than it has any right to be. I need to get dressed and you need to get to school. He smiled sweetly at her. She was so sweet to him. His marriage to Olivia was no longer the passionate love affair that had produced the beautiful girl in front of him now, but at least he knew that one wonderful thing had come out of this marriage of his. One perfect thing that meant he wouldn't ever regret his choice of marrying Olivia. Without Olivia, there would be no Chloe. He turned and, without thinking, dropped the blanket, moving towards his closet. Go into Daddy's top drawer and get me an undershirt and dark socks, will you, honey? If you help me get a few things, I'll be dressed in a jiff and I'll still drive you to school. You know, like old times. He moved into the walk-in closet and pulled out one of the many white dress shirts and his navy blue pinstripe suit.
Thread: Taking Care of Daddy {Whisper Twice x AnnaBeth Belle}

Instinct made Chloe turn her face into his hand, pressing her skin harder into his palm. Colin's hand was warm and slightly rough in a way that made Chloe wish he'd drag it across her cheek and down her neck, raising shivers as it traveled lower. Her eyes fluttered shut for a moment and when Colin took his hand away, Chloe stretched forward to follow it a bit. Yes, Daddy, she said and tried very hard not to sigh. As Daddy walked away, Chloe stared at the flex of his ass beneath the black boxer briefs. Daddy had a really nice ass, not saggy like an old man. She watched it until he disappeared into the closet then, like the good daughter she was, Chloe took out a t-shirt and a pair of socks, fingers automatically unrolling them from where they were twisted together at the top to make a pair. Can I pick out your tie and cuff links, Daddy? she said, opening the wide drawer with the long but narrow parallel racks that held his ties. Some were skinny and some were wide and Chloe had learned from him that each one went with a particular style of collar on his dress shirts. The boys at school wore ties, most of them very sloppy and pulled down from their collars. They thought it made them look cool but Chloe thought they just looked young and stupid. Not distinguished and amazing like Daddy. Will you pick me up from school too? It will make Sarah and Melanie so jelly. You know Melanie has a crush on you, right, Daddy?
Thread: Taking Care of Daddy {Whisper Twice x AnnaBeth Belle}

Colin moved back into the bedroom and laid the clothes on the bed. He grabbed the undershirt and pulled it on over his head. It was a little tight on him since his boxing began. Thankfully, he hadn't changed suit sizes. Olivia would kill him if he had to get a new wardrobe because of his stupid testosterone hobby. He turned to Chloe. Yes, please, baby girl. Why don't you pick one of my blue ties? It'll remind me of my daughter's eyes all day. He put on his dress shirt, with collar points and the french cuffs, quickly doing each of the buttons. He worked in the financial district downtown as a broker. The work was good, the money was fantastic, but most importantly, the hours were a bit flexible. His office worked markets across the globe. If he wanted to work early, he'd do the Japanese and Chinese markets. Work late? European markets. It was initially convenient to help Olivia with her charity schedule. Now, he used it primarily to spend more time with Chloe. I can pick you up if you like. I thought girls got embarrassed of their daddy picking them up from school though, he teased. And what in the world is Melanie's problem? Not enough hot, young studs in high school for her? He laughed. His laugh rolled out of him, a mixture of thunder and a the kind of laugh you'd hear from Santa. It matched the deep timbre of his voice well. He reached for his pants and began to put them on.
Thread: Taking Care of Daddy {Whisper Twice x AnnaBeth Belle}

Daddy was thinking about her eyes? A shiver ran through her as she imagined how they might look to him. Could he see himself in their depths? Could he see deeper than that and see him in her mind and what Chloe really wanted? How she'd take care of him and do everything to make him happy and let him know how wonderful he was? Not like Mommy. Chloe glanced over her shoulder to see the width and style of his collar then scanned across the ties that matched spread collar so a nice wide tie and bold knot. Like that guy in Hannibal. Selecting two she walked over to where Colin was and stood behind him. Pressing up against his back, she looked around his shoulder into the mirror as she laid first one then the other against his chest. Her small breasts brushed against the broad plain of his back but the padding in her bra and the sweater over her shirt denied any stimulation. Still, it allowed her an excuse to hug him from behind and let her hands graze across his chest. The starch in his shirt mixed with his aftershave and Colin's own masculine scent and Chloe knew she'd remember it all day. This one, she said, gesturing with her right hand and stepped back, sitting on the corner of the bed to watch him tie it. Chloe's legs were a bit spread and caused her school skirt to push up a bit, just past her knees. She sat straight and felt the firm corner of the bed push into her pussy and deliberately arched into it as much as she could without it looking like she was. She arched even harder when Daddy bent a little bit to get his pants on, making his butt flex. They think they're studs, she said dismissively. But they are just boys. They don't have any confidence. Like, it's all swagger. Not like you, Daddy. All my friends think you're hot. They're right, she added, her voice adding firmness to her statement that showed she wasn't going to be argued with. You forgot your shoes. Want me to get them for you, Daddy? I love helping you.
Thread: Taking Care of Daddy {Whisper Twice x AnnaBeth Belle}

Colin's mouth had gone dry as Chloe pushed against his back and compared ties. It was the exact same gesture Olivia used to do back when they had a loving marriage. And the memory of it had, the feeling of it, had made his cock twitch in his pants. He hid a shiver. He knew it was just a memory and couldn't have been caused by his daughter, but he couldn't help but feel confused by it all the same, and slightly ashamed. He quickly put on a belt and did his tie. He cracked a smile at his daughter, hoping to break any tension in the room, tension he was sure only he felt. All men start like that, baby girl, even me. They'll find themselves. Then, you'll have no room in your life for your old daddy anymore. He looked briefly in the mirror to check his tie, but didn't need to have bothered. It was perfect. He slipped on his cufflinks. Yes, please get my shoes. Get the oxblood ones from in the closet, baby girl. He sat down on the bed and slowly pulled each sock on.
Thread: Taking Care of Daddy {Whisper Twice x AnnaBeth Belle}

I'll never let you go, Daddy, she said solemnly, staring at Colin until the moment grew to be awkward, and then more. Never, she repeated finally and then stood up to go get his shoes. Once she was out of sight inside the huge closet, Chloe took a deep breath and stretched up onto her toes and then back onto flat feet a few times. Her left hand went to rub across her tummy, trying to settle it and the tingles she felt there and between her thighs. She almost reached down to rub her fingers across there but pulled back. If she didn't settle down she was going to go crazy and there wasn't time to take care of it right now. No time for a quick and determined rubbing with her fingers to bring a sharp but ultimately unsatisfying relief that more often than not put her on edge for the rest of the day. Deep breath, then another, and she put a smile on her face as she walked back into the bedroom with Daddy's shoes. When Colin reached for them, Chloe pulled the shoes back and wagged her finger at him. No, sir. You always push the knot to the outside. Perfect Daddy deserves a perfect knot. Squatting, her bottom resting on her tight clad heels, Chloe helped Colin put on his shoes and then fussed over tying them, her hair spilling across his lap. The rabbit comes out of the hole, she said and then giggled, remembering how he'd taught Chloe the little story to tie her own shoes. Mommy hadn't, of course, but Daddy had. Daddy taught her everything. How to ride a bike, how to tie her shoes, how to cook the perfect omelette, how to tell a boy that she was flattered that he asked her out and how to decline without hurting his feelings. Mommy...told. Directed. Daddy taught and Chloe loved it. When she was done, Chloe sat back slightly and tossed her head to bring her hair out of her face. She looked up at Colin and smiled then rested her hands on his knees. Slightly beyond the knees in fact so that her palms pressed into Colin's muscular thighs. Blue eyes met his and her mouth parted ever so slightly, hinting at her tongue framed behind the white wall of her teeth. I love you, Daddy, Chloe said and then turned her head and leaned forward so it was resting on Colin's lap and pressing into his abdomen. I love you so much.
Thread: Taking Care of Daddy {Whisper Twice x AnnaBeth Belle}

They held that moment for too long. Chloe's head on her Daddy's lap, and Colin could hear the blood pumping in his brain. His eyes couldn't really focus that well and he could swear that everything his daughter was doing was an attempt to seduce him. He knew his headache meant he was clearly not interpreting that right. But that didn't stop his very male body from reacting. In fact, he was growing beneath her head. God, she couldn't feel that, could she? He bent down and gave her a quick peck on the cheek. I love you, too, baby girl, but we're going to be late. We really should get going. He was stronger than her and could have easily picked her up and pushed her to the side, but that would have been wrong. He was clearly out of it and misinterpreting everything today. She didn't deserve to be tossed aside because of his own insecurities and worries. But she had better move soon, he hoped, as his bulge worried him. He smiled at her. Maybe you can give me that neck rub in the car while I'm driving, he said, hoping the suggestion would be enough to get her to move.
Thread: Taking Care of Daddy {Whisper Twice x AnnaBeth Belle}

Can't we just stay home today? she pleaded, but Chloe was already moving. Daddy expected a lot from her, but he didn't demand it of her just showed disappointment in his eyes when she wasn't being good. Chloe hated to see it because it was how Daddy looked at Mommy about practically everything. She much preferred it when his eyes lit up as she entered the room, the same way her heart skipped a beat when she caught him looking at her like she was the most beautiful girl he'd ever seen. If Chloe felt Colin's cock stir she didn't show any signs of it as she stood up. I'll get my shoes and bag and meet you in the car. She paused at the door and looked back over her shoulder at him, the motion drawing her skirt tight across her butt. You look very handsome today, Daddy. The radio was on and a man was talking about a dip in the Nikkei. That was like the stock market but in Tokyo instead of New York. Mommy always made him change the channel from the talk radio and news radio Daddy listened to so he could do his job, but Chloe never did. If she wanted music she put her earbuds in and used her phone, since Mommy never let Chloe change the channel in her Mercedes and Chloe didn't want to act like her for Daddy. Daddy looked so serious, concentrating on driving with smooth precision and just the right hint of speed to make it feel a little edgy. He frowned from time to time and when he took one hand off the wheel to rub his head, Chloe knew the headache was still there. Leaning over, she adjusted the seatbelt a little bit to give her some play. The top strap was tight between her small breasts, pulling her clothing onto them and making them more pronounced than normal. Her skirt also pulled up sideways, showing her slim thighs in the heather colored tights that went with her school uniform. You should have let me take care of you before we left, Daddy, Chloe chided. I could have made you feel so good. Was there a hint of sultry in her voice? Chloe's left hand teased her father's hair and her fingers sought out the knot in the muscles of his neck, kneading at them to take away the tension. Does that feel good, Daddy? Do you like me touching you? Rubbing you? she said, voice low and throaty. Chloe's perfume was young and innocent but noticeable from where she'd rubbed it on her wrist before leaving the house. Let baby girl make you feel good, Daddy, she said and braced her right hand on his upper thigh, fingertips just grazing the edge of his cock beneath his suit pants. Is it getting softer? she asked.
Thread: Taking Care of Daddy {Whisper Twice x AnnaBeth Belle}

Is it getting softer? Colin knew that his daughter must have been talking about his headache, but he wasn't thinking about that right now. Something else, something far more dangerous, was getting harder. He couldn't help it. Chloe probably didn't even know what she was doing. But her sultry, throaty words had such meaning to him. It had been so long since he had been rubbed and touched by a woman who spoke in such a manner that it drove him beyond the point of caring who it had come from. He just enjoyed hearing it. His cock expanded out and underneath where Chloe's hands were and Colin didn't care. This was wrong and weird and so much more, but right now he just wasn't thinking straight enough to give a damn. His eyes wandered down to his daughter and he saw her small breasts, perfectly perky and untouched by years of gravity. He saw her thighs, even covered in tights, he knew they were unravished by time and smooth as can be. He felt he should say something, do something, but he knew that any acknowledgement of this might well break the spell. His right hand left the steering wheel and he placed it on his daughter's left thigh and slowly caressed it with his index finger.
Thread: Taking Care of Daddy {Whisper Twice x AnnaBeth Belle}

A quick gasp escaped her when Daddy's hand touched Chloe's thigh and then began to caress it. It was so gentle, so subtle but not at all hesitant. Not like the boys she'd occasionally let touch her. They either grabbed and mauled or their hands shook so much from uncertainty that they more hovered than caressed. Daddy's touch was so different, so confident and certain and wonderful. Chloe continued rubbing his neck for another minute, conscious of how Daddy's index finger was drawing a line of fire across her covered skin, then sighed deeply and shifted her hand down to cover his, fingers twining into his much larger ones and holding on to them. She'd felt Colin's cock grow and begin to throb against her fingertips but didn't want to press it. Not right now where there was a chance Daddy could use the excuse of driving or being in public to put an end to it. I love you, she said quietly, emphasizing the sentiment with a squeeze of her hand. Even if Mommy doesn't. It was bold, something she'd never said before. Oh, she and Mommy had fought as only a teenage girl and her mother could, but Daddy had stayed out of it and never, ever, let Chloe talk bad about Mommy to him. He would empathize with her problems and situations, and offer advice, but wouldn't bad mouth the woman he'd married or let anyone else do so. It just wasn't in him. Chloe looked over at her father with solemn blue eyes and held his own with them until Colin had to look away to keep driving. Refusing to let go of his hand, she kept it on her thigh, the almost skin to skin contact growing hot between them until Chloe thought she might melt from the intensity of it. Only when they pulled in near her school did Chloe let go and slide over to sit properly in her seat. The skin of her neck showed a bright red flush above the collar of her school uniform and there were blush spots on her cheeks. She felt almost feverish and her breasts were so tight with emotion and arousal that they almost hurt. Chloe was conscious of the way her padded bra rubbed against her small nipples and of the tingles they sent into her tummy and between her legs. Barely had the car stopped before Chloe was all but throwing her seatbelt off and out the door, her skirt pulling up so far as to expose her upper thigh and she had to tug it down one-handed on the curb. Afraid to turn around and look at her father, Chloe walked off without closing the door and vanished inside a circle of identically clad girls headed into the school. It was going to be a very long day.
Thread: Taking Care of Daddy {Whisper Twice x AnnaBeth Belle}

Colin sat in the car at the school's parking lot for ten minutes, staring at nothing. What was he doing? What moment had he just shared with his daughter? Slowly, his breathing returned to normal and he drove to work. The day was interminable and Colin got practically nothing done. He kept thinking about that morning, about what she had said. I love you, even if Mommy doesn't. Was she saying that she loved him as her mother should? He really didn't know what to think or do. Finally, he strode into the private bathroom a joining his office and tossed some water on his face. He looked at himself in the mirror. Water dripped from his nose, from his chin, on the tie his daughter had picked out for him. For the first time all day, his eyes seemed to focus. He knew what he had to do. He was her father. He would lay down the law. That night at the charity function was just like every other. He laughed. He smiled. He actually enjoyed himself. While he knew there was little affection in her life for him, it was still good to see his wife happy and alive on occasion. And she was at her happiest when she attended these functions. But it wasn't love for him, and happiness for him was fleeting. He eventually retreated to a group of other husbands dragged along to these events too. Suddenly, Chloe was on his arm and had handed him a drink. He had smiled and waved to her a few times, but had otherwise kept his distance until she wanted to see him. It seemed appropriate considering her earlier text. But now, she was back. Good. When they had a free moment, he had something he needed to tell her. An hour and a half later and a few more whiskeys than he remembered, Colin finally pulled Chloe away from the function. I need to talk to you, he said. He took her hand and led her through some curtains and through some shut doors to a part of the mansion being used for the function that was closed off. It looked like a fancy sitting room, full of uncomfortable love seats and a grand piano. He placed his whiskey on the piano and then pushed his daughter up against it. His breath smelled of whiskey and he was probably harsher than he meant it, but he had been drinking. Chloe, we need to talk about this morning. Their bodies were close, touching. It was hard to tell whether it was roughly confrontational or intimate.
Thread: Taking Care of Daddy {Whisper Twice x AnnaBeth Belle}

The piano was so massive that when Chloe bumped into it, not even a key chimed. The curve of it cradled the small of her back and the lacquered finish was cool through the light white lace Marchesa dress she wore. It covered her shoulders but left her neck and upper bodice open and the skirt fell to just below her knees. Colin stood close to Chloe, his right thigh pressed between hers and resting on her tummy, sandwiching her in and pinning his daughter like a fly caught between the night and the candle's flame. Colin smelled like whiskey and faintly of Mommy's perfume. Yes, Daddy? she asked calmly, despite the way her heart beat in her chest. What about this morning? Chloe reached to the side, her body pressing into his and her breasts brushing across the front of his tuxedo. Her hand found the discarded whiskey glass and she swirled it just below her chin while her blue eyes gazed into his. Without looking away she raised the glass to her own lips and took a sip, feeling the burn of it on her tongue and down her throat. It was nothing compared to the burn she felt low in her belly and between her legs. Still holding the glass, Chloe reached out and ran her fingers across the side of Colin's neck, subtly urging his face to come closer to hers. Did you...need something, Daddy?
Thread: Taking Care of Daddy {Whisper Twice x AnnaBeth Belle}

Colin stared into his daughter's eyes. His own eyes, really, as they were so much alike. He had prepared some grand speech. It was going to be proper and authoritative. It was going to be about respect and duty. But now, all the words in his head seemed very fuzzy. He tried though. I'm your father, Chloe. That means two things it means I will always love you and it means that you need to respect me. Okay, that was a good start. But her hand felt very soft on his neck, and her lips were wet with the whiskey and shone in the soft light of the room. So, that means...it means that you can't just. I mean... He started to falter, his eyes distracted by her open bodice. No, he could do this. He shook his head and his eyes cleared. His hand reached up and he grabbed her jaw roughly. I'm your Daddy. And you're my baby girl. And that means if anyone is going to make the moves on the other, it should be me. His kiss was fierce, strong, primal. It burned like a man who hadn't truly kissed with passion in years and was letting it all out at once.