If anyone needed to be hauled off and locked away, it was this guy. His foul breath alone should've been a criminal offense.
“Daddy?” I whispered, as soon as there was a break in the radio chatter coming his way.
“Shhh. Quiet, little girl. Don't look at him and try to stay calm. We're gonna wait for one of the local units to pick him up so we can be on our way.”
I tried to obey Daddy's orders as best as I could. Not long before another police car pulled in behind us, I tilted my head a little to the side, enough to catch the criminal's gaze.
His lips peeled back in a wicked smile, exposing his silver teeth.
Daddy's hands flew up on the cage dividing the space between the front and back of the car. He shook his arm violently. The metal made a terrible racket.
“Don't look at my daughter, you scum. I don't give a shit how long you're going to be put away for peddling meth. The next woman you see will probably be one in the courtroom, and they won't be as pretty as my daughter. You don't deserve to look at any of them, and you sure as hell don't deserve to look at her.”
The man shrank in his seat, glaring through his bitter defeat.
My mouth opened, tense and hot. I'd never seen him act so rough, so defensive.
Deep down inside, I was afraid of how this incident would linger in my mind. I'd struggled with my forbidden fantasies about Daddy before, but now, after seeing him as a warrior in his best element...
God! I want him even more.
I want this asshole to get out of the car, and then have him drive us to a narrow little alley, where I can straddle his lap and give him everything he deserves. Everything I'm dying to give.
Daddy and the city policeman talked for a few minutes and swapped some records. I watched as the dealer was yanked from the back and dragged to the other squad car, swearing and struggling lightly the whole time.
Obviously, the older, portly policeman didn't command his respect the way Daddy did. We didn't say another word as he got the car on the road again.
We cruised into the area lined with skyscrapers after a few more minutes. We parked and walked a block down to a luxurious looking Brazilian steakhouse.
I crossed my arms as soon as we entered, slightly embarrassed at wearing my hoodie and jeans in such a fine establishment. Minutes later, we were working on our appetizer, staring across the table from one another in hungry silence.
“I know I don't tell you often enough, but what you did back there...it was really amazing, Daddy. I've never seen anything like it.”#p#分页标题#e#
“It's a side of me I try to keep at work, honey. Sometimes, you gotta treat criminals the way they deserve.”
Oh, yes. I understand that perfectly well. But what if I want to see you like that at home, channeling that energy into me, punishing me for being so bad?
“Got it. You know, Daddy, I'm glad we took this little trip together after all. I really feel like I've learned something today.” Staring into his eyes, my heart jumped happily as I watched a firm smile spread across his face.
We dug into our steaks and seasoned veggies, but my mind was far from the steakhouse. I couldn't stop thinking about the way I'd make Daddy show me that side again, even if it meant he had to see my secret desires too.
II: Feral Desires, Strict Punishments
“You got any of that green stuff?” I asked, looking past her bedroom door to make sure Becky's parents weren't around. “I'm jonesing for just a little bit. Anything, Beck. Help a girl out.”
My friend giggled. We were in her room digging through tattoo catalogues. I was helping her pick out her next design, her fifth one that was slated to go on her lower back, right above her ass.
“Ah, you mooch. I knew you were over here for a reason.” She smiled, rolling her eyes. “Okay, fine. I've got a few of these bad boys, but that's it. I swear.”
I watched her get up from the floor and pace over to her dresser. She returned a couple minutes later with a handful of tightly rolled joints.
I lifted one from her palm and inhaled deeply.
Glorious. Dank. And exactly what I needed to force Daddy to sit up and take notice.
“Two of these should do it. Thanks, Beck.”
“Two, huh? Careful, girl, this shit's powerful. You planning to get lit this evening 'til your eyes pop out, or is the other one for someone else?”
“Eh, just a guy I'm trying to barter with. He's a little straight-edge, but I think he's gonna give me some good stuff when he gets a whiff of this.”
She laughed, slapping my shoulders. We listened to Emo rock and I left her house about an hour later.
She'd teased me about using it for sex, telling me I needed it to loosen up for my first time. I didn't admit it, but I think she knew. I kept well away from mentioning who the stuff was for.