Chapter 7

~You will wear this today, all day. And if I ask you to bend over, you will do so. When you come down to breakfast you will also have the vibrator secure inside that pretty, tight snatch of yours. You are MY breakfast, Casey, and I want you hot and fresh.~

The words seemed alien to me at first and it took me a couple passes to grasp their meaning. I stared down at the gauzy confections of undergarments Max had laid out for me. I was eager to wear them, but the tiny little egg-shaped object that nestled on top of the sheer, lacy garments might be too much.

I put off thinking about the egg for now, and after donning a negligee that pushed my boobs up alluringly I had the urge to pick it up.

The egg felt cool in my palm. So serene, and all I had to do was push it inside my pussy. Then go down to breakfast with ~him.~

~He wants me. ~Max wanted ~me~. The events of the night before ran through my mind again. Every moment from the first smack of his hand on my bare backside to his discovery of all my dirty little secrets. I’d lain in his arms afterward, asking him question after question about what the old Max had been like, before meeting my mother and settling down. I’d been a little in love with him my entire life in that abstract way little girls have of idolizing father figures, but until last night never realized how much alike we were now that I was a woman.

Something about him had seemed sad, though, and he hadn’t stayed. “You should sleep, Case. I’ll see you in the morning.” And he left, turning out the light but leaving the door slightly open like he’d always done when I was younger and afraid of the dark. I’d lain awake in the dark, perplexed by his mood and aching a little to understand him enough to comfort him. Perhaps this morning I could get him to open up some more.

That was enough to get me moving. The slinky garment was incredibly revealing and I loved it. It draped over my curves and pushed my breasts up. It left my nipples bare, but I liked that part, too. I tweaked and teased at them both, tugging lightly on my hoops just until the sting sent my core aching again like it had under Max’s attention. Then I revisited the idea of the egg. It had a neat little loop at one end, which I guessed was to help get it out after…after what? I couldn’t find an on switch. It was just a solid little oblong shape, with the slightest seam in it that I guessed was how to replace the batteries. I wasn’t so naive that I didn’t know it was a vibrator, but it was perplexing.

I pressed the tapered end between my slick labia and sighed in pleasure as it slid in easily. It wasn’t anywhere near as large as Max’s beautiful cock, but it still left me feeling a tiny bit of pressure in a very nice spot. I took a few steps across the room, worried at first that it might slip out, but it stayed securely seated inside me. I picked up the panties and started to put them on, but paused, thinking how much I wanted Max’s hands on my bare backside again, punishing me for disobeying him.

My head buzzed with the tiny rebellion as I let the small bit of lacy fabric fall back to the chair and I stood and went to the door.

My pulse pounded in my ears on the way into the hallway. Our house seemed too small for me suddenly, too quaint and perfect for the unusual turn my life had taken in just the last twenty-four hours. The sexy lingerie I wore felt right, but the walls that surrounded me seemed to close in, leaving me with an uncomfortable itch. The carpeted staircase didn’t fit right, either, nor did the flowery decor of the family room. It wasn’t until I followed the sound of Max’s low voice into the kitchen and saw him standing quietly beside the breakfast table, facing away from me, that I felt like I was truly in the right place.

He wore the same leather pants he’d donned the night before, but was otherwise naked and barefoot. His inked upper arms and shoulders rippled with tension as he gripped the phone in his hand. I stood quietly just outside the doorway, goosebumps prickling my skin while I waited for him to notice me.

“…I’m not going to fucking draw this out now, man. It’s way too late. The papers came yesterday and she called this morning to make sure I signed, so it’s done. Bring your tiedowns. There’s just one thing I need to handle before you get here—I made a big mistake last night. Nah, I’ll talk about it after we get this shit handled. Thanks. See you in a few.”

He ended the call and set the phone down, leaning into the counter with his head bowed. He’d made a mistake? That couldn’t have meant me. I really, really hoped it didn’t mean what had happened. Not after the way we’d talked in the dark before he left my bed. A low chill gathered in my belly, regardless.

While I watched unnoticed from the doorway he reached across the counter and gripped a sheaf of papers in his hand, stared at them for a second, then tossed them down again with a curse. His knuckles whitened when he gripped a ballpoint pen and stabbed the tip to the bottom edge of one sheet and scribbled something there, then shoved everything aside.

He turned, then, and stopped cold when his eyes landed on me.

“Holy shit, Casey,” he bit out, scowling for a split second. His eyes swept over me and his expression softened, his gaze growing heated. “Christ,” he said, licking his lips and letting his look linger over my bare breasts.

“This is what you wanted, isn’t it?”

“I…” he faltered and swallowed. “Yeah, baby. You look…” He sighed deeply and shook his head, his reaction causing my own eager anticipation to deflate. “Listen. I made a mistake last night. We shouldn’t have done what we did, but I was… Fuck, there’s no excuse for it. I’m sorry.”

“No…” I turned my head slowly back and forth to try to suppress the humiliation that sent a chill washing through me beginning with a tingling sensation at the top of my scalp. “Tell me why. Did you have second thoughts because of Mom?”

It was the first time I’d even thought about my mother since I’d come home the night before. She was gone so often and we barely got along as it was when she was home. It would have been kind to say that I resented her and the fact that she had him. I resented her even more now.

“Not exactly,” he said. “Well, indirectly maybe. Just go back upstairs and get dressed. We can talk about it after. ~Please~.”

A raw sensation clutched at my belly and the cold flood of humiliation was replaced by hot anger. “Fuck that,” I said. “Do you expect me to just forget what happened? The things you showed me… You can’t just expect me to stop now. I don’t care why I got so lucky, but I have to know why you won’t give me more.”

“Your mother’s divorcing me, Case.” He picked up the papers he’d been looking at and waved them in the air. “I got these yesterday while you were out. Last night happened because of my messed up judgment. I was pissed and hurt and decided to take it out on you in a way I shouldn’t have—I saw it as getting back at her, but it got out of control. Jesus, do you have any idea how ~wrong~ it was?”

“I loved it,” I said softly.

He winced. “You’re just a kid. You don’t know any better.”

“I’m eighteen and I know enough to know Mom doesn’t deserve you. I don’t think she ever really understood you, did she? I just know that I’ve never really understood myself so well as I did last night with you. I thought these cravings I had made me a freak, but you made everything make sense. Daddy…~Max~…if you don’t show me what you know, I’ll learn about it some other way. I have to know more. I have to know everything.”

I hated myself a little for the pleading. It wasn’t something I liked to do, but after a taste of what Max could offer, I wasn’t ready to let it end yet.

“Baby, I hear you. Just get dressed, okay? Rick will be here any second. I don’t want him to see you like that.”

“What if I want him to see me?” I raised my chin higher and pushed my shoulders back, making my breasts stick out more. “Maybe he can teach me what you won’t. I bet the knows your secrets, doesn’t he? That would make two of us.”

“Fucking hell, Casey,” he growled as he stormed past me into the living room and up the stairs. At the same moment a shadow darkened the back door. A heavy knock sounded just before the door swung open and Rick’s sturdy, fit frame stepped in, clad in jeans, a dark t-shirt, and work boots.