Thread: all for her f a t h e r. [ father figure x banks ]

The heat radiating just simply from his waist into the rest of her frame, was no longer the stinging she had felt only moments before, where the heat had filled up the room so rapidly, now seemed to only be around the pair. Radiating. Had it always been that way? A question of the same extent rang out in her mind now, curious as to whether or not her father had always wanted to punish her. Always wanted to have his hands around her neck or fingertips gripping her flesh in such filthy ways. Probably not always, oh no, there had been many times of the young girl picking at her father, toying with him in ways previously shown, to prove that she definitely needed to be punished, and there was only one specific man to do it. No teen boy could lift and spank her ass properly, and not a single older man other than this one knew exactly what this little deviant needed to be taught lessons for. No, other men were simply steps, stepping stones on the way to her bigger prize, and of course she didn't mind. A man's weakness to feminine flesh, a man's weakness to a simple bat of pretty eyelashes, long legs, and bedroom eyes, was all her gain. Like a giant game. Maybe that did make her sick, cynical even. It didn't once bother her to disappear out of a man's life after a situation so to speak. To completely reject an older man by telling him she used him for what she wanted and that was it. Never afraid to simply snap ties with anyone, it was odd to say that never once had she wanted that from her father. Didn't even think about it. She wanted to be his, for as long as she possibly could be. Sick, wicked thing. Closing her eyes softly when his hand against her throat shifted from tender to forceful in moving her slightly, the brunette's frame seemed to move gracefully with his pulls, tugs, again as though this were all perfect and right. It was, after all. There it was, one of her favorite words Prize. Did he know what little Ava was after, what else she had managed to want in this situation of winning by corrupting this older man. Of course he did, he was her daddy. While he began to slide backward, Ava's hips remained where they were, despite the soft shiver that coursed over her, snaked up her backbone and left her with faint signs of a chill on her skin. Unexpected, but she didn't at all argue with him about it. No, this wouldn't be the end, whether he thought it was or not. Ava was somewhat selfish, but she wasn't a selfish lover. Half lidded, pretty eyes staring out across the living room dully, her hands slipped away from her father's skin, and settled onto the arm of the couch, only now noticing the cool, damp feeling within her thighs when his hand sent a blow to her firm rear. Turning from looking over her shoulder just in time to see him sit down, the wicked goddess only let her eyes leave his when she watched the clear stream add to being coaxed toward him. Enticing, and obviously not at all minding to be drawn in, the barefoot brunette moved toward him, fingers moving to hook and pull her dress up and over her head. These were not the curves of some little girl, hair curtaining their faces as she moved to straddle his lap, her lips so warmly taking his while her wet slit grazed his length again, almost as though she were again going to make him acquainted with where he had just been. Ava's loose curls brushing over his face, heavy bust pressed against his chest as her lips shifted, faint trails of soft love left against his jawline by her lips, until she began to move. Carefully, so easily, the brunette slid between his legs, that very same bust that had leaned against his chest, now so warmly nestled between his legs, tongue gently cleaning up the mess of fluids she had made, starting from the base and trailing upward, only to let her eyes dance upward and into his.