Thread: Life Lessons (Father Figure xThatsMyFetish)

The girl looked back when her father took her arm and firmly guided her out of his private room it was utterly impossible not to turn and stare once more into a strangeness than ran deeper than she ever would have guessed. She saw the last of the light reflecting off bits of metal, the scent of oiled leather replaced by the general mustiness of the basement. And when her father let her go and turned to shut the doors, Sarah turned too, and continued to stare into the darkness. Unconsciously, she moved to her toes and peered over her father's head, her eyes straining to catch the shadows of hunched bits of equipment, crouched animals in the dark waiting for their master's touch. And as her Father locked the door with a resounding click, Sarah was reminded that the man who had raised her was the master. He had collected those toys and instruments, he had maintained them over the years he had... he had used them on women... Sarah's throat was a little dry as she watched her Father latch the door closed to stop her from ever intruding upon his private life again. The face of the combination lock stared back at her, taunting and daring her to try to break it's code. There were ways to crack it, she knew... she just had to do the right internet search about opening combination locks. But in the meantime, her Father looked back to her and his face was unreadable. He had stared at her in the room, and his eyes had glittered in a way that had been almost predatory. She had felt like a rabbit pinned by a fox, or a wolf, helpless to move as he had stared at her with that steady, even gaze. Even the man's words had held a weight she could not fathom, worse than when she was caught misbehaving, worse than when she would fail a test, or bring back a bad grade from her classes. Sarah had felt... well, the weight of the man's words alone had been enough to bring about a faint shiver that skated up and down her spine. But as her Father looked to her now, Sarah could read nothing at all as she felt her throat threatening to tighten, before she simply swallowed and nodded to the man as he told her to make up the bed. No punishment, no more word on the matter... Biting into her lower lip, Sarah worried at the soft flesh a moment as she moved to the blankets her Father had brought down. For a moment, she did not say a word while she instead set to work and turned down one set of sheets, and began to fit a clean set over them, and pile the blankets on top one after another. And for her, the silence stretched on while her stomach clenched, her urge to speak about something, anything, rearing it's ugly head. As the silence became awkward, and her mind began to race around the unspoken elephant in the room, Sarah's gut twisted in on itself, and her curiosity burned as she glanced briefly to her Father. She blew a curling tendril of hair from her face, and then dropped her eyes back to the blankets a moment. You don't really date... the girl blurted out after a moment, and she wished desperately that she had stayed silent. She couldn't lift her eyes again, but instead turned her gaze back to the sheets while she frowned to them. Do you bring women home when I'm at school?