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

Daddy's fist cracked hard against the dresser, making it jump and Chloe jump as well. The movement must have caught Daddy's attention because he turned and grabbed a blanket off the bed to cover himself. Chloe wished he hadn't. Daddy was so handsome and in great shape, better than some of the boys her own age at school. The muscles in his arms and his abdomen had gotten a lot more cut because of the time he spent at the gym doing boxing. She'd seen him one day when they'd been let out early from school and Chloe had tracked Daddy down at the gym. Daddy was smart, really smart, but he didn't know that Chloe knew his iCloud login or that she could, and did, use Find my iPhone to keep track of where he was. The gym had smelled...interesting. Funky, stale a little bit like the boys' locker room, but also heady. It smelled like men working out, men who were interested in bettering themselves and pushing themselves against other men in the closest thing to a battle they could find. It was very primal and stirred something in her tummy. Daddy had been in the ring sparring with a man closer to Chloe's age than his own. The younger man was faster, more agile, but when he hit Daddy, Daddy just didn't seem to care. But when Daddy hit him...oh boy. You could see the sweat flung off the younger man's face and chest and every time Daddy landed a punch, Chloe wanted to cheer. She didn't because she didn't want him to know she was there, but she screamed and cheered him on in her head. Daddy's boxers were black, silky looking, and Chloe had clearly seen the bulge of him before he'd covered up with the blanket. It was the most she'd seen of his, Daddy's thing - Chloe frowned at her inability to be mature about it and use the right words in her mind. Daddy's penis. His...his cock. Her Daddy's cock. Her Daddy's big, thick cock that- It's okay, Chloe said when she realized her dirty little thoughts meant she missed Daddy's question and he had been staring at her. It's not your fault, Daddy, she assured him. It never is. Mommy's just being...Mommy. Chloe sighed and her mouth twitched to one side. Daddy sometimes teased her when she did that, said she looked like McKayla Maroney when she won silver instead of gold. Last Halloween she'd even dressed up like the gymnast and Daddy had laughed and laughed about what a good job she'd done. Did you hurt your hand, Daddy? Let me see it. Chloe stepped forward and reached down for it with both of her own. Her right hand brushed across Daddy's stomach and the edge of his thigh, though the blanket was in the way. She raised his hand to just below her chin and bent her head to look at it. He smelled so good. Chloe breathed in deeply, hoping he didn't notice, and let the sheer masculine smell of him roll through her nose and sinuses. Even without his cologne Daddy's scent was intoxicating. Maybe she'd be able to steal one of his t-shirts from the laundry again and wear it in bed like she'd sometimes been able to do. It was almost as good as actually sleeping next to him, on him, but that happened less and less as Chloe got older. It looks okay, she said, fingertips caressing the knuckles of his big fingers. But I'll kiss it better, Chloe added, and did so, lips parting ever so slightly so she could almost flick her tongue against Daddy's skin. Still holding his hand, she looked up into the eyes of her father, pulling herself closer so that his hand rested just below and between her breasts. Headache? Want me to rub your neck, Daddy? she offered. I won't be late for school if you will drive me afterwards. I know you don't want me to speed but you can, she teased, hoping he'd say yes.