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Thread: Perfection (haunteddreamer and loneiysong)

Pulling up in the Escalade he paused just slightly, the green tint of it glinting in the sunlight, freshly washed and waxed. He paused in that lane of traffic just to admire his daughter for a moment. Not in any kind of fashion unbecoming but more as a Father who could not help but feel nostalgic over so many aspects of their lives. She had been his little girl, she had been his rebellious teenager, and she had been the grown woman who had left home. Worse for him however was how very much her Mother she looked to be, how very stunning as she sat there seeming so out of place amongst the people coming and going and his eyes watered with unshed tears as he tried to remind himself that things would never be the same. They never would be the same. Nor would he ever have another child, she was all he did have, and he had to somehow reach out to her. It was so hard through his exterior, so hard to show affection other than polite in nature, and he knew it distanced them. She had always been closer to her mother and he slowly inhaled and pulled forward the rest of the way, his eyes completely on her as he unlocked the door and rolled down the window...giving a slow smile with those full sensual lips. May, his voice resounded, sharp and distinct through the crowd.
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She was starting to think that he was not going to show up, when she heard his bark. Thank god that she was named a one syllable name. Otherwise he would run out of breath and loose his voice. She grabbed her bags and moved forward. She moved to teh trunk and began to throw her things into the back. She really hated this. She knew it would be a pain in her ass. Closing the trunk, she moved to the door and got in and sat down. She shifted and felt so very uncomfortable. Thanks for picking me up. She said softly. She already felt the spirit in her begin to die. She crossed her arms after buckling up. She looked out to the side and waited for the lecture that was sure to follow. How she failed because she didn't listen to him. Because she was not the best. She was such a disgrace. A small part of her that she never let out, missed her mother so incredibly. She wiped her face adn looked down and frowned. She looked down at her feet and swallowed harder and shivered softly. Reaching up, she wiped her face she was so exhausted.
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He could see the disappointment, the nervousness, and worse the fear that was in her face as they began to drive away from the airport and he understood what it meant. She felt he would punish her in some fashion, come down upon her...but how could he do so with things the way they stood now? How could he make her pay when he needed to have come kind of connection of his own. Perhaps for the first time in their lives her father offered some form of consolation and his hand came up to reach over and touch her shoulder, the strong fingers squeezing her young flesh as he spoke with what for him would be gentleness. Everything is going to be all right. It was the first time since she was a little child he had done anything of the sort, and there it was, comfort. Comfort for what they both could hardly say. Comfort for the loss they had endured? Comfort for the past they would never have? Comfort for a future they had both wanted and failed to find. It was definitely all of those and perhaps more, the attempt of a father to show his daughter that he loved her and could forgive her for the times that they had...and hopeful that they might have better ones. Let's just get you home, you can get a shower and get some rest, and then we'll talk....all right?
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She shut her eyes and looked down. She didn't want him touching her. But she couldn't very well take his hand off her shoulder. She sighed and shifted a bit crossing her legs. How could he promise such a thing? How did he know if everything was going to be alright. A few moments of kindness could not break the ice wall that had formed between them. Looking out the window, she raised her knuckles to her chin and frowned. She continued to look at the passing street. May knew that it was only matter of time before the old severe perfectionist father came around. May would just wait. May leaned back and waited for teh drive home to be over. Her feet were killing her in the heels. She sighed as they began to get in the neighbor hood. May rubbed her forehead. She didn't want to be here. She watched the perfect houses they passed and she wanted to scream more and more. When they finally parked in front of the house, she was having a full blown panic attack, but was doing a great job at concealing it. Walkign to the back, she got her bags. She then shut the trunk and looekd down. Thank you, dad for the ride. She shifted holding her bags. She knew that if she were not to thank her father, it would just be another imperfection that she had done.
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Giving a stark glance at her he felt that cold anger come upon him as she responded to him, obviously not accepting the kindness, obviously not wishing any of the connection he would have wished to have had. Some things were unforgiveable it seemed and perhaps between the two of them they would never be able to move past the death of her Mother. Perhaps he would always be kept at a distance. It churned his stomach just a tiny bit but there was nothing to be done for it and once they got home he himself stepped out to round the car, seeing her get her bags out he made a small motion, his hands coming to take them. He did so with ease, as if it were only proper, and in all honesty it was....a traditional male following traditional values. Hoisting the bags he did not quite acknowledge her thanks other than to give a nod to her, his eyes solemn as he escorted her into the empty home. It was a well to do dwelling, very much that of an upper class individual, but then again he had nobody to spend anything on. Instead he had invested, saved, and indulged not his whims but his wish for a good life. Nothing was to want, nothing would need be asked for, as he walked her back to her old room. For both of them it would be a reminder of a past, and as they walked together he held the measure of expectation that she would follow as she always had, slightly behind him, moving with him like an automaton. He stepped into that room and eased her bags down, looking over it, having done little to it other than having it cleaned since she last left, and he turned to look long and thoughtfully at her before finally and rather brusquely speaking. I am trying, you now that May. Why are you rebuffing me, we are all we have left...surely you can admit we need one another, surely you can move past the mistakes and still have love for me? Even in those words there was a bit of sternness, a bit of hardness, stunned at her inability to connect to him.
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She frowned as he took her bags. May sighed and relented her bags. She watched him walke up to the door with her bags and followed. She held her purse and continued to follow. She walked in with him and looked around. She sighed adn looked at the room. Her room. She swallowed adn walked in and then looked at him and raised an eyebrow. She then laughed and shook her head. Oh dad, you have never needed anyone in your life. You never needed me, and you never needed mom. She sighed and put her bags on the bed and began to open the bags one by one and begna to pack her things away. She wiped her face and swallowed. She had longed for the connection for the bond as a child. But he was always busy with other things. Her mother had been there to comfort her and talk to her. She sighed adn sat down and looked down.
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Frowning he looked at her with something akin to disbelief at her laughter, completely thrown by the response. This was not the young woman who had left so long ago. However, he could hardly expect her to be that way...it just was unsettling and for once showed a measure of anger that he himself had been holding in check. It came up from him, completely stunning even himself as he stepped near and gripped her shoulder rather painfully, clamping down with cruelty on her young flesh as he whispered. I did not raise you to be such a woman who would speak to me so. Do it again and I'll spank you like the child you happen to be. If you want to be treated like an equal then damned well treat me with respect. He paused as he looked at her, inhaling slightly, reminded of her Mother once more and the games they had once played. Had he not been harsh to her hidden in the bedroom at night? Had he not been demanding on her flesh and used her so rawly, so viciously? He knew, he knew he had and he wanted to hurt his daughter just as he had hurt her Mom so long ago. His beautiful May... He shook his head to clear it, finding himself aroused and hating himself for it as he whispered. Now apologize.
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May gasped as she felt his fingers on her shoulders. She felt the instant pain. But she did not cry out. He would want it. She raised her arms and shrugged him off. She looked at him and growled back. Let me go now. Or I will leave, so help me I will. She growled the warning. It was not a threat. She shifted and looked at him. May glared at him. She saw something dark pass in front of his eyes. May frowned deeper. She began to struggle a bit and tried to shake him off. I am sorry. I am sorry that you believe that you are capable of treating someone as an equal wen you have so much of a superiority complex. Everyone is inferior. She glared at him and then shook her head. Now let me go or I will be gone in the morning. She continued to shrug him off. She shook her head back and forth and looked at him. She would not lash out, that would only make him happy that she was no near as perfect as he was. She then looked away and looked down seeing him aroused and then began to struggle again. Let me go.
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Her response did something he had never expected in his entire life. It infuriated him. Perhaps it was the measure of control had always exercised, perhaps it was the fact of his love for her being thrown back in his face, or maybe it was just the fact that she was being disobedient but she saw a change come over him that had never happened before. Control cracked and the man she had known all her life was gone and in his place was a feral creature, a furious beast, snarling as he stared down at her...his eyes blazing as his hand tightened on her and then both hands gripped her shoulder. He shoved her down into the bedding behind her, his body brutal as he pushed his weight upon her and his brow furrowed as he spoke. How dare you? How fucking dare you?! He growled, his hands jerking her own arms up above her head as he straddled her little body. There was not much that could be done when he finally let go against her, when he finally used the full measure of his strength. He was a grown man, a pure power house, and his strength was not to be trifled with. His lips pressed hard as he forced her wrists into one hand, keeping her still as his other went to his pants to pull free his belt, beginning to wrap the supple leather around her forearms in order to cinch her in place against the railing of her bed as he continued to speak. You are not fucking going anywhere, not ever, not without my damned permission. I won't lose you, I won't have you fucking talk to me like that, I won't have you do anything but obey me...and god help me, you better learn that I am your father! A bit of spit came to his bottom lip at those last words, looking almost maddened as he stared down at his trussed up angel and seeming almost stunned at what he had done...but there was no turning back now, none after this....and so he eased off of her, staring before turning to walk away...silent.
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She gasped and the pain began to make her angry. Incredibly angry. He never wanted to love her before. This was pissing her off. His change was making her angry. It was funny though, the man that she always known him to be coming back. But he was still hurting her. She began to struggle as he pushed her down onto the bed. She gasped as she was finding it hard to breath with the sheer weight he was puting on her. She struggled and pushed out at him with her hands and feet. Get the fuck off of me! She snarled and continued to push out at him. But finally he had both of her slim wrists in one of his long hands. She kicked and lunged off screaming her anger at him. She struggled adn pushed, and fought. But he was just too strong. She howled her outrage as he secured her arms to the bedpost. She struggled pulling and shook her head back and forth. LET ME GO YOU SICK FUCK! She growled. I am going to be so out of here so fast it will make your head spin. She kicked out at him. May continued to struggle and scream. She rolled and then watched him leave and growled. You will regret this. You will never see me again when I get free. She began to pull and struggle at the bindings. Her wrists quickly became raw and bloody and soon she fell asleep.
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It took him awhile to come back, after all he had gone from the normal father she had known all her life and instead became a monster before her very eyes. It hadn't been intentional in the slightest, had not in any fashion been something expected or planned...but there were some things you could never recover from. He was no fool on that fact and so he had left to wait patiently and tried to figure out a way to turn this into some kind of advantage, some kind of merit and he found deep down there was one. He had stopped, trussed, and imprisoned his own daughter and during it all he had felt a horrid touch of arousal and he felt sickened with himself. That did not mean he let her go. So it was perhaps to her horror that she would wake to find him next to her, sitting with ease and looking through the news on his Iphone, and that he had come a bit better prepared this time. While she had slept in exhaustion he had bound her further with bungee chords, making sure to wrap around the areas of her body that were clothed so that there was not too much scuffing and in this fashion he had waited with her wrists and legs bound, patiently. He was still dressed well though he no longer looked perfect. His eyes had a bit of desperation in them, his hair slightly unkempt as he saw her stirring and he looked down at her when her gaze met his and whispered. I really think we need to talk, don't you?
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May slowly came around. She shifted but found that her muscles and arms were bound. He had tied her up further. She shifted and found he was there. She turned her head and looked at him adn balled up her fists. She was pissed off. Like really, pissed off. More pissed off than she had ever been in her entire life. She began to struggle and snarled glaring at him and ground her teeth together. Fine, talk. It's not like I am going anywhere even if I liked to. She growled to him and began to struggle wincing as she felt her muscles begin to fatigue with the sheer exersion that she was exuding on them. She leaned her head back and then frowned. Her hate and loathing of teh man building up every second. She would leave him when he released her. Leaving him would be the best and the worst punishment for him. She waited and frowned. She balled her fists up.
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He looked down, not meeting her eyes when she stared at him, not wanting to admit the fact that as she moved around he could not help but admire her curves, the struggling body, how her muscles had tensed. It emphasized nothing but the fact that she was sincerely a woman and no longer a little girl and it was something which caused his teeth to grit together and the muscles of his jaw stand taut. It was that which made him look away, the fact once more of arousal in the face of someone who he should never feel arousal for. His glasses obscured his eyes for the moment as she spoke, and he took a deep slow breath. We have a problem, and it's one I've considered. We both know I am no fool, and nor are you. So, we have to understand that there are a few things we're going to need to get past. I can no longer let you go. If I do so, then you will make me...pay for this..., he frowned. And you....brought this on yourself, you made this happen, you surely realize that don't you? If you had just shown a bit of kindness, something, if you had not acted that way..., He shook is head. I can't let you leave, so....we need to understand one another I think. You are a prisoner now, no matter how angry you might be, and...over the next few days I think you will find that this will become a prison. Leaning down he reached into the nearby bag and brought out a large cartoon of chicken and rice, having been heated earlier, and he slowly undid it to move next to her with a spoon, his eyes pools of thought as he whispered. So, let me feed you, and then I will let you bathe and take care of anything extra. Fight me and I am going to punish you and I truly will. Not because I want to...but because you need to know you should not fight.
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She watched him look at her and stopped immediately. She began to hate him so incredibly. But as he was talking, she was thinking up in her mind. Ways to escape. Ways to make him trust her. To let his guard down. He would be expecting a fight, but a girl who let him do whatever, she could escape then. She just had to play her cards right. And very carefully. Taking a deep breath and then nodded. Even though it pained her, she decided to be agreeable. You are right, I do deserve this, I did bring it on myself. I have been so wretched to you. Maybe you were honestly trying to be nice. I saw it as something else. Forgive me. She swallowed adn nearly puked seeing that he was going to feed her. So she turned to him and opened her mouth. She gripped the bungee. She hated doing this. Hated being so submissive, but she had to. Had to get him to trust her. Thank you for feeding me, I do not deserve it. She whispered and looked at him.
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His brow furrowed at the change of disposition and he looked down at his daughter with those haunted troubled eyes. Haunted because he knew that what he had one was a measure to far and he could never accept it as the man he happened to be. Troubled because in doing so he had broken in some small fashion and was slowly becoming the man who could accept what he had done to her. His lips pressed together as he studied her, intent, direct...and there was no doubt he understood all the variables. Either she was trying to play him, something he would never allow...or in some small manner she was just as broken and this was the only way for her to accept what was occurring to her. That might be the truth to be honest, the more the thought of it, and even if she felt she was doing this to gain an advantage...perhaps she just did not realize she was doing it because she needed to. He slowly straightened and put the food up before standing and beginning to loosen the bonds on her. He was a grown man, strong and measured, and he had no fear of his daughter ever truly hurting him. He was ready however should she do so but he imagined now would not quite be the time...not yet, she wanted him to trust her more. So he showed no fear in undoing those chords in order to free her, his hand on her arm helping her out of the bed. She was tired, exhausted, and had been kept for over a day...she would need to clean up and he intended to aid her in doing so... And should she put up no fight he helped her limp into the nearby hallway and bathroom, his voice quiet as he whispered...Let's get you a shower honey, it really isn't that bad, it really isn't...just take your time and this will work out. I promise.
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She ate her fill and sighed watching his face. She was told seh was a great liar, and right now May was using it to her advantage. She didn't let anything of her hate or loathing of this man show through. She knew that he was watching her very carefully too. Watching for any slip in the facade. She soon watched him put te fod to the side and reached out and loosened her bonds. Groaning, she rubbed her arms that were heavilly chapped. Sighing, she leaned her head back and winced as she touched the raw and cracked skin in some places. Leaning up, she felt the circulation not yet return to her legs. She walked bare foot down the hall and looked at the shower. She thought of him looking at her as they showered. She didn't want that, she had to get some form of a cover. Daddy, do you think that maybe you could bathe me? You know, like mommy used to? The cover of bath and bubbles, but at least water would make her feel more comfortable so she could keep up the act. He needed to trust her more. She watched him and gave him sad pleading eyes.
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He heard her words and for once paused and just seemed uncertain, for just a moment. It was that voice that did it to him, that voice which caused him to completely seem to lose minor footing. She sounded so vulnerable, so innocent, almost child like and he took a slow glance at her clothing. Stockings, skirt, and a dark crimson cashmere sweater were what his little girl was in...her shoes having come off in the struggles, the stocking torn and showing flesh, and he licked his lips as arousal spiked throughout his body another time. He should never feel this way concerning her, ever, and he felt sickened but...God he was becoming hard, hard at the thought of his own girl, of bathing her as the grown woman she was and he nodded slowly. Very well. He moved past her to the shower and opening it he began to make sure the water was warm for her. He did not include anything like bubbles as of yet, not really connecting the fact that she would want them, and regardless of that fact he only had access to something like body wash and shampoo. The days of keeping bubble bath around were very long ago. He looked over at her, seeing her for the first time as a full woman but...perhaps a little broken on the inside, perhaps like him struggling to connect and trying to see her way through this...and he whispered. You need to undress.