Thread: Boundary Lines (Father & Nym)

There was no need for a script. As if it was rooted deep within her, the young girl knew both what was happening and what was yet to come. She knew that if she was uncertain, he would guide her. His hands would guide her and they would convince her she could do it, regardless of the insecurities she shyly hid behind. His words would do all that and more, his lovely words always did, they commanded and demanded and she swallowed them with a voracious hunger. Perhaps it was a matter of authority blended well with the respect she had always felt for him that had made her so willing to submit to him - or simply the lack of the former. The absence of someone to admire and follow, a hole filled by a man with whom she felt safe, but who always kept her all atremble on the edge of her seat. He had gladly taken her in, cared for her and violated her fantasies all at the same time, bringing her to the point where she abandoned her better knowing only for him. That seemed to be the effect he had on women, for better or for worse. Alas, there had been times of jealousy when she was too far away to look him in the eyes, but now that she had him against her, it became painfully obvious to her as he searched her features that she was so eager to please. To be better, more desirable. She was young and her eyes had only seen fractions of the world, the undeniable fact pushing her to perform and stand out. Yet he had never asked for her to do so. He had never demanded more, and never punished her for what she did not know or could not do. Never fallen in line with the other men that took her for granted. No, Father had not asked her to thicken the line of her lashes, not advised her to dress pretty for him, never been greedy about the shallow things she nervously put so much weight in. The only greed was for her, as she was. It was pressing against the round shapes of her backside that were only hidden by fabric of her skirt, it was buried deep in his voice as it whispered gently, just barely there for her to pick up on and follow. She nodded, the way his hands took possession of her flesh making her shudder lightly as she withdrew her hand from his, knowing that it would only tighten more around her throat if she tried to loosen it again. He had warned without speaking. A few seconds passed before she moved, bending over just slightly in his arms, her body barely leaning over the dresser before them and her face turning away from the mirror in mild shame. The sudden need in her own hooded eyes was downright embarrassing for her to witness...especially under his dark, completely calm gaze. Much smaller hands moved down her body, timidly inching the skirt upwards before she hiked it up completely, knowing that her...Father, and his hunger, would not settle for just an inch or two of her naked skin beneath it. It was a stale motion, one she had never made before, never been asked to do. One that would reveal just how ready she was after all, already affected only by his voice and suggestive touch. Exposing herself under a command...offering herself up, drawing a breath through her teeth as the cool air of the hotel room met her skin. Fingers then sliding over the two pale cheeks, she parted them for him and kept her gaze low as she spoke very quietly, uttering the last word so softly that it was closer to a breath than a whisper. W-What now...Daddy? Finally, she said it.