I can’t stop the tears spilling from my eyes, hot wet splodges running down my cheeks. You soothe and comfort me, rubbing them away gently from my cheeks. I turn in your arms, my body now facing yours, naked and stripped bare against you and all you do is wrap yourself around me and hold me tight and close, pulling a blanket down over me and wrapping me up. How could I have gotten it all so wrong? How could I not see my own mistake and then felt fear of you in response?
Your hands finally bring my face to yours, a gentle kiss as our lips meet, just the one. Your eyes search mine, finding the pain of my own reflected in yours. “I’m so sorry Daddy.” Your rough hands wipe away the last tears, your thumb once again finding my lips and rubbing gently across them. “I know baby girl. Now then, do you still want to play?” I take a moment to answer, the air pregnant with anticipation of my reply. “Whatever you desire, Daddy, my body is yours.”
”There’s my Good Girl”, you shift underneath me, getting us both to our feet, taking my hand and leading me upstairs.
(The true ending is up to all of you...)
The end
