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  I cap off her final word with my mouth, letting her taste how much I need her. How much I appreciate her. God, what has my life been up until this point? What was I living for until Clara? “Starting tomorrow,” I growl, fisting her hair and tugging it back. “You stay in bed until I’ve given you a morning fuck. My cock is all worked up and nasty now. It don’t like waiting for a helping of little girl pussy.”

  Her eyelids flutter. “I’m sorry, Daddy.”

  “Show me how sorry.”

  I don’t even have to direct Clara to her knees, she just drops like a stone, her fingers eager on my fly. Didn’t bother putting on briefs this morning, so she’s on my cock within seconds, pumping it in and out of her mouth. Whimpering around it. Savoring it. Her eyes are on me the whole time, looking for approval and I give it, grunting and stroking her hair, tucking it behind her ears.

  “You taste the nasty, don’t you? Yeah. Lick it off. You love it. You love having Daddy panting after that ass. Makes your little cunt wet, doesn’t it?”

  She nods her head, choking when I hit the back of her throat and push deeper, deeper—until she’s just beginning to panic—before pulling out.

  “Get on your back, little girl.”

  I stand above Clara, stroking my dick as she lies down on the wet earth, her dark hair fanning in all directions around her. Fuck, she’s flushed and beautiful. Hot as goddamn fire, too, with that yellow material cupping all my favorite parts. “Should I leave my bathing suit on, Daddy?”

  “Yeah,” I grit out, going down to my knees in between her splayed legs. “Want to watch those tits bounce around in your top. Just like when Daddy used to bounce you on his knee, only this time I’m going to have my cock right where it’s meant to be.”

  Last night, I knew my instinct about Clara needing this kind of relationship was dead on, but watching her thrive in it makes me proud. I gave this to her. I gave her what she needed. Her back arches as I speak the filth we both know is fantasy. For us, though, it’s a touch closer to real. Something we both hunger for.

  “This is a punishment fuck.” I wrench the bathing suit bottoms down her legs, throwing them over my shoulder. “You’re going to walk bowlegged back to the cabin, girl. And if I see so much as a pout over it, you’ll lie back down wherever we’re standing and you’ll get another lesson.”

  She shakes her head. “I won’t pout, Daddy.”

  I wedge the head of my cock inside her tight entrance, then fall flush with her soft body, thrusting the rest of my inches into her slippery passage, letting loose a shout at the perfection of it. “Shit.” I pound the earth with a fist. “Ain’t ready for a man yet, but you sure do try for Daddy.”

  Her knees lift and spread, opening her up just right. “Does that mean I’m a good girl?”

  “Not today, you weren’t,” I rasp into her neck, bucking my hips. Hard. Again and again. She starts to scream, so I slap a hand over her mouth and shake my head, warning her with a look. No no. “You make a scene and them boys might come running back. Might get an eyeful of Daddy’s secret treasure. And I wouldn’t like that, would I?”

  A timid headshake from Clara.

  “Who’s the only one who sees your privates?”

  I remove my hand to hear her answer. “Just you.”

  “That’s right. Very good.” I draw up her ankles, draping her sexy legs over my shoulders. There’s no help for it now. I fuck her like a beast. Hell, I feel like one taking her so close to the woods, rasping my chest hair all over her unblemished body, leaving redness behind. Hearing the slap of my sac pounding off her ass. I’m snarling louder with every thrust, growls kindling in my chest. And even though this started as a punishment, I see Clara is with me. Her eyes are glassy, mouth open and groaning. Are those her fingernails raking down my back?

  Yeah. Fuck yeah they are. I have no choice but to pleasure her, I realize. I know exactly how to do that, too. It’s the same shit that gets me off now.

  “You can’t even let Daddy get his nut without being a greedy girl, can you, Clara?” I tilt my head. “Did I raise a little slut?”

  “No, Daddy,” she moans, even as she arches her back. “No.”

  “Did you make me mad, make me jealous, just so I’d come inside you?” I bare my teeth and rocket in and out of her incredibly small pussy. “Did you know I’d want to claim my little girl after seeing her with those boys?”

  “No,” she gasps, her tits bouncing up and down with the force of my body entering hers. The straps are barely holding now, leaving the ripe little mounds to jiggle free of the material, along with her pointed, pink nipples. “No, I’m a good girl.”

  “If you’re so good, why do you make Daddy want to do bad things?”

  “I don’t know!”

  “Maybe Mommy will have the answer.”

  “No!” she screams. “Please!”

  “I won’t. Not as long as you keep the bedroom door unlocked, right, girl?” I’m riding her into the fucking ground, the packed earth keeping her lower body steady so it doesn’t slide an inch when I drive deep. Perfection. I have to bust soon, though. She’s too tight and sweet and wet. The back of my neck is gripped by a steel claw, the base of my spine beginning to clench. Fuck. My balls aren’t even hitting her ass anymore, they’re cinched up so tight, ready to blow.

  “Daddy needs to come. Open your pretty legs wide.”

  Clara does as she’s told, her eyes blind, tits heaving.

  Have to bring her with me. “Now, remember. Daddy just couldn’t take it anymore.” I thrust deep as I can and begin to shudder, allowing the liquid seed to shoot up my cock. So good. So good. Jesus Christ. “This is all because of your teasing, brat,” I grit out, unimaginable pleasure wracking me. Owning me. “You made me do this.”

  At the last second, she joins me and we topple over the edge together. Watching her big eyes grow wide, broken sobs falling from her swollen lips, makes me come all the harder, my hips working overtime to pump her cunt full of Daddy. Christ almighty, she’s milking it something fierce, too. I thought it couldn’t get any better than last night, but I see I was wrong. Every time I take my little girl, she’s going to run the chance of getting pregnant.

  Hell, could be today. I’m still not done spurting. She’s cleaning me out. “Ain’t no choice. Can’t suit up. Sure as shit can’t pull out. Too snug. Too pretty. Won’t be long before you’re having Daddy’s baby.”

  Finally, I’ve got nothing left inside me and I drop onto the ground beside Clara, drawing her rug-burned body up against me. She turns in and tucks her feet between my legs, trust shining in her eyes. A feeling I’ve never experienced before rises up in my chest, robbing me of breath. Love.

  I’m in love with Clara.

  She’s forbidden. But God help anyone who tries to take her away.

  Chapter Eleven

  Clara

  I’m walking through the parking lot toward the eye doctor, my hand held protectively inside Rex’s much bigger one. Yes. We’re walking. But I feel like I’m floating ten thousand feet in the air, twirling through the clouds. I’m so content, I don’t know what to do with myself. A bunch of songs are crammed in my head—all of them extremely cheesy and involving wedding chapels. Who cares, though?

  Rex doesn’t think I’m a weirdo like everyone else. I’ve been living with confusing fantasies in my head since puberty. They never involved my own father—ever—just a faceless authority figure. A man who would discipline me and love me unconditionally at the same time. He’s not faceless anymore. It’s Rex who gives me that. My fantasies are no longer these moving images I have to lock away. They’re shared. I get to act them out.

  Speaking of acting them out…I’m not sure I want to save our games just for when we touch. I’m not sure I can. Having Rex hold my hand to bring me to a doctor’s appointment is almost as satisfying as having him inside me. I’m being cared for. He saw a problem with my vision no one else had addressed and handled it. Like a man. The man I’ve needed all along.


  “You got something on your mind, girl?”

  Rex’s gruff voice sends pleasure shivering down my back. “I was wondering what will happen after we leave here.” I glance up at him. “You know, when you’re done hunting.”

  He scoffs. “Only hunting I’ve been doing is under your skirt.”

  My face heats, along with other parts of me. God, I love the way he talks. It’s crude and honest and I never want him to be any other way. “After the trip, then. When we have to go back to real life.”

  We’re almost to the entrance, but Rex pulls me to a stop. He looks around for a second, before leading me around the shaded side of the building. With a hard knuckle, he tips up my chin. “You’re coming with me, Clara. Going to set you up in my place, make you real comfortable and happy. That’s as far as I’ve gotten.” He grunts, face moving into a frown. “Can’t even think about letting you go. Idea of it scares me. I need my girl.”

  “I need you, too,” I whisper, shaken by the euphoria that fills me. “I’ve needed you forever.”

  “I’m here now.” He looks right to left, over his shoulder, then takes my breasts in his large hands, massaging them with a groan. Something about the action bothers me, but I’m too distracted to dwell. “Can’t keep my fucking hands off you.”

  “You don’t have to.” My head tips back, my breath shuddering out. “Kiss me?”

  “Yeah. Hell yeah.” Rex crowds me into the wall, leading with his hips, that jutting part of him. “Listen up. You’re going to suck and fuck this thing later.” He gives a rough thrust, grinding himself against my belly. “I’m going to film myself sinking in between your legs. All that slapping and squelching. Going to film my come dripping out of your bare pussy, so I can jerk to it on the boat.”

  “Yes.” My panties are already soaked in my anticipation. But with a hard swallow, I shake my head. “You’re not going away yet, though, are you?”

  “No, little girl,” he says soothingly, bringing his mouth to mine, chafing my chin and cheeks with his beard. “Not until the fall. We got damn near a year before crabbing season. Until then, I’ll only work during the day.”

  I try to look brave. “Okay.”

  He makes a comforting sound, turning the edges of my worry fuzzy with a long kiss, his tongue rubbing against mine. Over and over and over. “Come on,” he rasps, taking my hand. “Let’s go get you some glasses.”

  Just like before, I’m hovering in mid-air as Rex leads me through the glass door into the crowded optometrist. I forgot how different Rex and I are—physically. But every customer in the place regards us with interest and it’s hard to ignore. He’s older and much bigger. Rugged where I’m fragile. If Rex’s irritated expression is any indication, he doesn’t like the attention. And I get another bothersome twitch in my chest, just like the one I had outside when he checked for witnesses before touching me. But I tell myself to stop borrowing trouble. I’m holding Rex’s hand in public and he’s keeping me and life could not be better.

  Rex made an appointment earlier over the phone, so after giving my name to the receptionist, we’re directed to a seating area. Only one seat is available and it’s natural as breathing for Rex to sit down and pat his knee. I perch on the hard surface of it, sighing over the flex under my butt. His hand comes to rest on my thigh and I turn into his chest. Fluid movements neither one of seem able to help. Only a few breaths later, his attention lands on my mouth and I shiver, my nipples tightening.

  When they call my name, I stand up to find all eyes on us. And they’re not just interested anymore. No, they seem kind of…wary. Disapproving.

  A curl of Rex’s upper lip makes them all turn away, go back to their own business. But I walk into the examination room feeling uneasy. Not because I give a rat’s behind what other people think…but because I don’t think Rex is cool with it. At all. He’s stoic as the woman examines my eyes, his big arms crossed. What is he thinking about?

  “Have you heard of anisometropia?” asks the doctor, interrupting my worry. “You have different refractive power in each eye, Mrs. Bates.”

  I ignore the fact that she referred to me as Mrs. “Is that…bad?”

  “Well, it can cause poor depth perception.” Her gaze travels down to my bruised knees. “Cause trips and falls…”

  “That’s me,” I breathe, reaching out to hold Rex’s hand. He takes it, bringing my palm to his mouth as the doctor watches. “Can you fix it?”

  “Yes. Glasses, corrective lenses. We just need to give your eyes the same refractive power.” The doctor stands and picks up a device that looks like spectacles on steroids, twisting two small, black wheels. She walks back over and holds it in front of my eyes. “Look through here. This is how the world will appear through glasses.”

  I take the device in my own hands and immediately turn to Rex, seeing him even more clearly than usual. Oh. Oh wow. When he sees what I’m doing, he coughs and glances away, then back at me. As if waiting for a verdict. “You’re even more handsome now.” I whisper the truth, my loins tightening and wetting the material of my panties. “I love the gray in your beard.”

  He shifts in his boots, giving another cough. Trying to be casual, but I can see the relief and pleasure he’s trying to hide. “Good thing, cause I ain’t dyeing it.”

  The doctor chuckles and takes back the device. “You’ll need to wear glasses or lenses at all times. Surgery is the only way to repair your eyes for good. Without them, you’re still at risk for falls.”

  “Give her both,” Rex says, taking a credit card out of his wallet and handing it to the doctor. “Whatever keeps her from getting hurt.”

  “Perfect. The glasses will be a short wait, but we can get your contact lenses ready to go now.” The doctor sends a smile over her shoulder as she walks toward the exam room door. “Let’s go look at some frames while my colleague gets your lenses from the stock room.”

  “Great.” I slide off the chair into Rex’s waiting arms. “I never would have known. Not without you.”

  He frames my jaw in one hand, lowering his head for a slow kiss. “Going to take care of you so damn good.”

  “Going to take care of you, too.” I go up on my toes, gasping when his hands slide down and grip my bottom. “So good.”

  The doctor sticks her head back in through the door, clearing her throat. “I’m, uh…ready for you up front, Mrs. Bates.”

  “Oh. Okay.” Blushing to the roots of my hair, I unplaster myself from Rex’s body and we hold hands, walking out of the examination room together. The doctor is whispering to one of her associates when we approach, but stops talking when we arrive at the glass case. She has already laid out several pairs of glasses in a felt-lined box, square frames, more circular, different colors. But I know before trying on any of them, I want the pink frames. They’re perfect.

  Rex laughs when I pick them up and I elbow him. Putting them on confirms what I already know. I’ve found my glasses.

  I face Rex and cock my hip, catching my breath over the affection he’s showing me. “What do you think, Daddy?” It just slips out. Rex’s easy demeanor stiffens, his smile collapsing. And everyone in the store seems to hear, turning to look at us like bugs under a microscope. “I-I mean—”

  “Daddy?” I cringe at the outrage in the doctor’s voice. “I thought she was your wife, sir. You’ve been…I saw you—”

  “Forget the glasses. Just charge me for the goddamn contact lenses,” Rex snaps. “Hand them over so we can get out of here.”

  “Gladly,” sneers the doctor, sailing toward the back of the store.

  The silence that falls is deafening. All I can hear is my pulse pounding in my head. Not to mention, the crash and burn of my earlier optimism. “Please…” I murmur, moving closer to the safety of Rex.

  But he steps back, thrusting his car keys in my hand. “Go wait in the truck.”

  A piece of my heart chips off. “No.”

  His jaw is poised to shatter. “Clara.”

  I
t’s a standoff between us, but thankfully the doctor returns, holding out a plastic bag for me to take. Rex signs the receipt and gets his credit card back, allowing us to leave the store, which remains at a total standstill. Before we even climb into the truck, I know I was naïve to think we could work. This will never work. Rex might not treat me like I’m the weird girl in private, but in public he’s the same as everyone else. Making me feel odd. Different. He wants us to pretend we’re something else for other people’s sake—but after coming so close to what I’ve always needed, doing that will only hurt. I need Rex to be one hundred percent on board with our unique relationship…or…or what?

  Rex starts the truck with a vicious twist of his fist and peels out of the parking lot. “What the hell were you thinking?”

  “It was an accident,” I say, before squaring my shoulders. “But I’m not sorry.”

  The steering wheel groans under his hands. “You should be.”

  “Why? Because we offended some strangers?” A shout builds in my throat and I don’t try to calm myself down. “I don’t care.”

  “I care,” he bites out. “I care about everyone in the goddamn store staring at you like some kind of freak.”

  My vision blurs with tears. “That’s how you were looking at me.”

  Rex does a double take. “The hell I was, girl. I just wanted to get you out of there before one of them men said something and I fractured their skull.”

  “Are you going to do that every time? Because this will probably happen again. Even before I called you…” The title sticks in my throat and that alone makes me sad. “They were already staring. From the second we walked inside. Are you planning to keep me locked inside forever?”

  It’s obvious he considers it for a few beats—until I screech in my throat. “Not going to keep you locked inside,” he says, finally. “We just need a few ground rules.”

  “Like what?”

  “Like when we’re in public, we don’t touch. Don’t kiss or hold hands. We’re uncle and niece. And that’s it.”