The words hit me harder than they should. "I could never be ashamed of you, baby girl. You're the best thing that's ever happened to me."
She kisses me then, soft and sweet, and I don't give a fuck who sees us.
Dinner starts innocently enough. We order wine and appetizers, and I listen to her talk about her college plans, her excitement about finally being able to leave Riverside behind. But somewhere between the salad course and the main dish, her hand starts wandering.
It begins as innocent touches. Her fingers tracing patterns on my thigh, her foot brushing against my calf under the table. But as the wine relaxes her inhibitions, she gets bolder.
"You know," she says, leaning close enough that her breath tickles my ear, "I've been thinking about what you said earlier. About having an appetite."
"Have you?"
"Mmm." Her hand slides higher, dangerously close to where my cock is already harder than a lead pipe. "I'm wondering what you're hungry for."
"Careful, baby girl. We're in public."
"I know." Her fingers find the zipper of my pants, and I have to bite back a groan. "That's what makes it fun."
She's going to be the death of me. "Taryn..."
"Shh." She starts on my zipper, but I grab her hand, her eyes snapping wide.
“Did you ask to touch Daddy’s dick?” I growl, her lips falling open, lashes fluttering. “Touching me is a privilege. Sometimes, I’ll give you free rein, but sometimes you have to earn it.”
She audibly swallows. “I’m sorry, Daddy.” The flush of rejection in her eyes makes my heart ache, but this is a process of her learning, it’s not cruelty.
“You don’t have to be sorry, baby. I didn’t tell you that before, so you had no way of knowing. We’re going to learn things together, you are going to understand what it’s like to give up control and yet feel how free that makes you. Touching me is something you’ll crave, and sometimes I’ll say no. But that doesn’t mean I don’t want you. It just means, not now. Not until I say.”
“Okay, Daddy,” she whispers, working her bottom lip, the pink gloss clinging to her top teeth. She tries to pull her hand away, but I hold it steady.
“Ask like a good girl for what you want.”
Waitstaff and customers walk by, some giving us side long glances. Clearly something is drawing their attention. Ourenergy, perhaps. The full-grown man with the stunning barely-legal princess practically sitting in his lap.
“Can I touch you, Daddy?” Her words are barely above a whisper, but they shake me to my core. “Please?”
I tap my cheek with the index finger of my other hand. “Give Daddy a kiss first, then yes, you can touch.”
She straightens her spine, touching her warm lips to my rough cheek as I guide her hand to the raging boner under my pants, leaning toward her ear. “Take Daddy out, baby, go slow and easy. I want to enjoy the first time you touch me.”
Her smile sends me nearly to the brink, then when her fingers wrap around my length, I nearly come out of my skin. "Just sit back and enjoy your dinner, Daddy."
The waiter chooses that exact moment to appear at our table, asking if everything is satisfactory. I manage to nod and make appropriate noises while Taryn's hand moves slowly, tortuously, her thumb tracing circles on that crazy spot on the underside of my shaft.
"Everything's perfect," I tell the waiter. “Now, leave us alone unless I wave you over. Me and my daughter need to talk.”
Taryn’s lips fall open on a giggle. “Daughter,” she whispers, her lips on my ear. “Daddy’s little girl giving her first handjob.”
He moves away, shooting Taryn a quick, ‘Are you okay?’ sort of glance, and she just gives him a saccharine sweet smile in return, her hand moving faster, the soft shifting of her body and her shoulder surely giving away what’s going on under the pure white table cloth.
Fuck, that’s hot. Her hand feels so fucking good and knowing that little shit of a waiter was lusting after my girl and damn well is pretty sure she’s jacking off her old man right here in public has pride filling my chest.
“Like this?” She hisses, running her bare toes up the inside of my calf. “Am I doing it right, Daddy?”
Holy fuck.
I grab Taryn's wrist and still her movements. "Enough."
"But I'm having fun!"
