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  I wanted to grind into him right there, hump him like a bitch-in-heat, without stopping until we threw ourselves into the delicately arranged brush and fucked right there.

  But it wasn't meant to be. Mr. LaVenia's chest rose and fell in heavy waves as he held my hand, leading me silently past the last few flowery arrangements and into the coolness of the autumn evening.

  Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

  I've ruined our entire day. Maybe our whole relationship. All because of one BIG mistake.

  But then, I wasn't all my fault. I kissed him, but he kissed me back, a thousand times hotter than anything I could've managed.

  A dull headache lashed at the back of my head on the way to his car. We didn't speak, too uncertain to utter the next word.

  When we slid in next to each other, he stopped before starting the ignition. His eyes flashed and gazed at me, and I saw the deep reluctance sputtering in his pupils.

  “Let's go home and calm ourselves, little doll. Nothing has to change today. We both got a little carried away in the heat and did something no father and his daughter should ever do, even if they're only father and daughter by marriage. I'm so sorry. This is all my fault.”

  Don't lie to me! You still want it. I can see the fiery haze, the animal need, dancing in your eyes.

  I've seen it too many times in my own reflection to mistake it for anything else. Don't do this, Mr. LaVenia – Daddy! – please!

  I didn't want to fight. And what boldness I'd gotten from his touch, his pheromones mingling with the natural sweetness of the flowers...

  Stuck in my thoughts, I barely noticed the scenery as we made our way back to the mansion. As soon as we were home, we eyed each other again. He looked like he had something to say, but he held it in, the same as I.

  I ran up to my room and buried my face in the pillow. The sorrow came, pitch black sadness so all consuming I didn't even stop to wonder why there wasn't any dinner that evening, or why I heard a loud argument puncturing my dreams from downstairs.

  II: An Obvious Solution

  The house fell deadly silent for nearly a week. Too silent.

  The carefully crafted pillars surrounding his home I'd admired in the past now made it feel like a tomb. I only scuttled down to the kitchen when I knew my parents were gone, hauling snacks back to my room and stopping to say “hello” to Shirley, the lead maid.

  For the first time since I'd hit puberty, my sex drive had been knocked flat. But only for a few days.

  By mid-week, I was beginning to feel a familiar pulse between my legs. The dreams returned in full force, with Mr. LaVenia in all his glory leering over me at night, tearing at my gown and sliding his rough hands up my thighs.

  Two nights, I tip-toed to the edge of the staircase around my usual time. I hoped to hear the guilty pleasure that lit me on fire like nothing else.

  But instead, I just heard...nothing.

  Mom and Mr. LaVenia weren't even talking. I knew that something had happened at the same time we had our secret kiss in the conservatory, but what it was completely escaped me.

  I wasn't even sure they were sleeping in the same room. Both nights, I swore I saw a faint flicker from the end of the hall, a lamp glowing inside his study.

  The idea of Mr. LaVenia sleeping alone among his towering bookcases, liquor cabinets, and plush reading chairs made me sad.

  Even if he'd given into temptation and left me cold, he didn't deserve unhappiness. Not after all he'd done for us.

  It wasn't until the third night, near the week's end, that I heard them talking again. Melancholy tension mingled with lust in my system all week.

  My blood surged feverishly, making me sweat as I stood on the last stair, looking toward their master bedroom. I wiped my brow and curled my toes nervously.

  “Look, Stephen, I know it sounds insane. But I'm game if you are. I see the way she looks at you sometimes...and you deserve to have a baby. I can't give you that. But I won't let it ruin our marriage when the solution is staring us right in the face!”

  I stepped off the staircase and followed my Mom's weak, heartfelt words to their door. I pressed my ear close to the wall, listening as Mr. LaVenia spoke – undoubtedly running his hands across her smooth flesh during the pause.

  “You have no idea how much this means to me. I'll make sure she enjoys every second. Now, I know I married the right woman.” He paused again, breathing heavily.

  “I never doubted it, of course, but I never imagined you'd do this to save our marriage and strengthen our family. You know how badly I want an heir.”

  I winced. The wet smack of their lips cinching and pulling away lit up the night.

  Soft heat flowed freely beneath my belly. I flattened my back against the wall and squirmed, reaching for my folds.

  I swept my thin gown aside, my slim panty gusset, and began toying with my clit. Mom and Mr. LaVenia's talking ceased, buried in a flurry of hungry chirps and contortions.

  Everything building up for the past week just exploded. In their bedroom, in my hands, deep inside me...

  I fell, lowering myself to the floor as my hand worked with mad revery. The bed springs shrieked in their room, wood popping and booming as Mr. LaVenia's jagged breathing vibrated through the wall.

  “Yes! Yes! Come inside me, Stephen. Let it all out and imagine I'm her, your little dolling, open and unprotected as you give it all up.”

  A hoarse bomb in the back of his throat exploded. Mom screamed with him as the bed lurched violently, its broad headboard slapping the wall.

  I saw him in my mind, muscles hard as steel and burying himself inside her, swelling and emptying in her barren cunt. But it wasn't the greatest shock, was it?

  Had I really heard her say...little dolling?

  My fingers pinched near my clit, cutting angry laps around it. Panting, grinding my knuckles into my wetness, and full of brutal imaginings, I came for a second time.

  I rubbed my ass on the wall, clenching and sputtering at the lips to hold in my pleasure. Once, I cursed softly into the hallway, listening to my voice boomerang back at me.

  Thankfully, my parents were still too deep in their private release to notice. Their screams buried mine, but I wanted so much more.

  I dreamed about Mr. LaVenia's muscles and sweat overpowering me, his scent surrounding me like an invisible haze. I wanted to soak in every part of him as deep as I could, so deep I'd extinguish my sticky, painful desires forever.

  I'd cut it close before, but nothing compared to this. Their door flew open just when I'd disappeared around the corner.

  Mr. LaVenia stopped, staring and listening intently into the darkness. I didn't dare try to climb upstairs with him so near me, only inches away.

  I listened to him breathe deep. I shuddered, imagining he could smell my lingering pheromones in the hall, and the desire shrouding my young skin, desperately seeking a mate.

  At last, he snorted lightly and scratched his face. His heavy footsteps thudded straight ahead. As soon as the bathroom door closed, I took the stairs briskly, diving into the safety of my cool bed.

  My fingers continued to wander, gingerly flicking at my soaked thighs, orbiting my clit. Somewhere in the quiet pleasure, I drifted to sleep, mulling their strange conversation.

  I didn't understand what was about to happen. But every nerve hummed with excitement, as if singing a song that would speed along the new dawn's golden arrival.

  “Isn't this nice?” Mom chirped, spreading her long fingers flat along the table. “Feels like it's been years since we all sat down for breakfast together. It's a shame we've all been so...busy lately.”

  So, that's it, Mom? You're going to pass off some seriously fucked up family stuff as 'busy?'

  Fighting off the urge to roll my eyes wasn't easy.

  Worse, Mom's bright grin made me extremely uneasy. She'd really gone all out that morning – ruby lips, eyeshadow, highlights in her hair.

  “I can tell, Mom. But you shouldn't have gotten all dressed
up just for us.”

  Mr. LaVenia chuckled and rolled his eyes. Giving her a snotty comment was a gamble any morning, but this time she just laughed it off, her shrill peals clamoring off the high ceiling.

  “Oh, I wouldn't go all out for just you, little doll. Or even for Daddy.” She gave him a wink. “Violet's invited me out to her new condo in the city for the weekend.”

  “Just don't make me come there and save you from your hangover again.” He pointed his stiff finger menacingly, a harsh mask of command on his face that splintered into good humor. “Wasn't so fun making poor Shirley scrub the bathroom either.”

  “Oh, Stephen!” She thrust out her neatly painted nails, giggling and slowly turning back to meet my eyes.

  “Are you feeling well today honey?”

  I looked up from breakfast, wondering what she was really getting at. Cautiously, I nodded, feeling Mr. LaVenia's eyes on me like tracers.

  “Yeah. I slept pretty well last night...must be adjusting to the cooler weather. Why?”

  “Oh, I was just thinking you ought to spend some time with your father while I'm away for the weekend. You've got nothing planned, do you, Stephen?”

  We both looked at Mr. LaVenia and he shook his head slowly. Even as he mouthed an answer to Mom's question, he didn’t' take his eyes off me.

  Heat flared deep in my loins. The last time I'd seen that kind of predatory gaze, we'd been under the conservatory's humid spell, sinking into primal bliss among flowers and pheromones.

  “I'd like to make up for last time,” he said, keeping it as mysterious as possible. “If you don't have anything planned today, my little doll.”

  I shook my head, quickly side to side, showering him with enthusiasm. When I returned my eyes to Mom, I expected to see her old jealousy.

  I was wrong.

  She simply looked at me with the same gaudy smile. Her mouth moved like an upturned candy cane, ivory set in ruby sweetness.

  Wow. She actually looks pretty good.

  Almost as good as I do at half her age. I only hope I'm as lucky when I get old.

  “Of course,” I said, shifting my eyes to Mr. LaVenia. God, he looked good with his tight button down shirt and equally firm lips, everything fixed on me like a well trained wolf.

  “I'll keep him company, Mom. You just enjoy yourself.”

  Her unbelievable smile only got broader. With that, she jumped up and gave me a quick peck on the forehead. She was out the door, probably heading for her Jeep to cover the long distance to the city.

  “Just you and I now,” he said softly.

  I looked over at him and flushed. Giving him a sly smile, I slid off the kitchen chair and started to make my way upstairs.

  Whatever he'd planned, I needed to clean up and throw on a new dress. It was bad enough coming down for breakfast in the same nightgown and panties I'd soiled with desire the night before.

  “Tammy, wait.” I stopped in my tracks at his command. “Shall we give it another try today?”

  He got up, crossing his arms and cocking his head. “I'd really like to see those plants again. I'd like to reach out and touch them, feel their softness against me, and smell their sweet scent.”

  Holy shit. He isn't even being subtle!

  We both knew he wasn't talking about exotic roses.

  Alarms rang in my head. It was a loud, kettle banging clamor more like bells. Glorious, triumphant church bells as big as the world.

  “Let's do it, Daddy.”

  I threw my head over my shoulder as I ran off to my room. His eyes followed me the whole time, horny dots so sharp I thought they'd rocket into my flesh, tingling and needling me with the pleasure twinkling in his gaze.

  I took the world's fastest shower. I rummaged through my closet fast, opting for a simple black bra and panties to go underneath a black summer dress with sparse scratches of red cut in the pattern.

  I followed the sound of his car keys jingling as I came downstairs. Mr. LaVenia grabbed for my wrist when I drew close, anxiously pulling me along.

  Oh. Oh, yes, sir.

  My mind ran amok. His wordless splendor promised me fire, the very thing I'd been seeking all along.

  During the quiet drive, I wondered what had caused his about face after backing off so carefully the first time. Had his recent tension with Mom really jarred him into fucking her only daughter for revenge?

  But then, why the smiles and constant pleasantries between them? And that sex I'd heard them having last night...

  “The heat will feel even better today,” he said, when we weren't far from the big glass building. “It's a cold day, little doll.”

  “The kind of cold that makes you want to snuggle up close to someone and sleep the day away.”

  He looked at me and flashed a sharper smile. “Cold, yes. Sleep? I think not.”

  I shook my head, embarrassed and bedazzled by the gleam in his eye. Every look he'd given me since Mom left said it better than any words, telling me over and over that, Yes, little dolling. I'm really going to kiss you deep this time, and then a whole lot more.

  A cool autumn wind swept against my back as soon as I stepped outside. For an instant, I regretted not bringing a coat, though the breeze felt good against the damp heat raging inside me.

  Mr. LaVenia reached for my hand and didn't let go.

  There were even fewer people milling around than last time – probably due to the cold. Halfway inside, I jumped with pleasure, given a new shock when his hand landed dangerously low on my hip.

  He pushed. I wanted to push back. But I knew the only thing to do was to walk forward, moving my smooth little thighs to match his movements, stalking deeper into the makeshift jungle housing the strange lust that had driven him to do the unthinkable.

  We barely stopped to enjoy the flowers. Mr. LaVenia's eyes were somewhere else. I felt them branding my flesh each time my back turned to him, curling along my flanks and down my calves.

  We turned a corner where a large field of bright daises grew, gently sprinkled by misty spigots. Unbearable humidity swarmed all around us, inside and out.

  “What a delectable little ass you have, little doll.” He grabbed my wrists and forced them behind my back, planting his stubble against my cheek and growling in my ear. “I don't know why I backed out before. This time, I'm going to sample everything.”

  Icy-hot needles danced up my spine. I tried to turn, but he shoved me tight into the glass wall. My deepest muscles clenched, writhing as he jerked me around and pushed my breasts against the glass.

  His torso covered me from behind, all power and fleshy steel. But nothing compared to the intent bulge jutting out his middle, pressed firmly to my round cheeks through several thin layers of fabric.

  “Ah! Mr. LaVenia! Are you sure about this?”

  He drew me backward several inches and slammed me toward the thick glass again. His hands were still on my wrists, but they weren't holding me anymore.

  It was his rigorous horn pinning me to the flat surface. For that deadly erection, I'd obey every last command, no matter how evil or deranged.

  “Stop asking if I'm sure. People make mistakes, Tammy, even men like me. But I'm not afraid to correct my errors.” His big right hand circled around my belly, sliding across my swollen mound, onto my thigh.

  “This isn't another mistake. This is what you and I have been wanting to do from the first day we met. Isn't that right, little doll?”

  He spread his fingers and clenched the supple meat of my right thigh. A low whimper escaped my throat.

  Heat broiled up inside me, turning my heart to embers, my nerves into sun singed railroad tracks. Breathing became a struggle, but I let myself slip deeper into the delirium, further into his indomitable grasp.

  His fingers circled my sopping wet mound through my dress. He meshed his fingers and pushed the straight edge right between my legs.

  I snapped backward, straight into his chest, my knees parting automatically for him.

  “Wait, Mr. L
aVenia! Hold on...”

  He wasn't listening. His hand pressed into me, rummaging so deep he struck my clit. I sputtered loudly, choking on my lust dissolved words.

  “Maybe you're right. This beautiful greenhouse is too much like Eden. A sweet virgin like you needs a more earthly place for her first time. We need somewhere to focus purely on the exquisite pleasure inside our bodies, the sweet and sticky ecstasy I'm going to drown you in...”

  His face slid forward to mine. I trembled as his grainy stubble raked across my soft flesh.

  He let my wrists fall. Weakly, I reached for his hand, desperate to support myself as we quick stepped our way out of the greenhouse.

  I wasn't sorry to see it go.

  Orchids and emerald leaves were the last thing on my mind. Just then, I only cared about the natural beauty blossoming inside my body. The same flickering, wet, and wild beauty that would soon be exposed.

  No, more than exposed – stripped, bared, and ravaged in his hands.

  He'd never held my hand so tightly as we walked to the car. Overhead, a far off thunderstorm rumbled, but it was like a kitten's roar to the flashing tempests building in our bodies.

  I never knew how we made it home in one piece. Every time we slowed to take a corner or stopped at a light, his hand reached over, gently caressing me from head to toe.

  The drive home was just one long tease. I wondered if I'd completely melted my panties with the slick, molten flow gushing between my legs.

  My clit throbbed, harder than anything. For once, it wasn't running on fantasy, but real anticipation. It knew, better than I did, that a man's rough flesh would soon make it writhe with new tricks.

  “Upstairs, little doll. Don't wait for me. Go up there and sit on your bed.”

  I ascended, taking the steps in twos. By the time I got to my room, I wanted to strip off my dress.

  I had to take off something. Walking to my closet, I unhooked my bra and pulled it away, bringing instant relief to my heat scorched skin.

  Even in the cool house, my skin seethed, just a heartbeat away from sending steam hissing out my pores.