by Writing Shark
You take Alice to an undisturbed location
Silently you drive your daughter through the night. But not home. You love Hellen and Gemma, but tonight you only care about your Alice. And your daughter notices. She doesn’t say a word as you park the car in front of the hotel you chose years ago. Here you have lived out with Hellen the things that were not meant for your daughters’ ears and now the room in which you have slept so many times with Hellen – and other women – will be the place where you show your daughter what it means to be with you.
It feels so good to finally hear from her mouth the words you’ve known for a long time, like a confirmation that you are the hero of the story. You know you’re the good guy, but now Alice, your wife, and soon Gemma know it too. You have a hard time keeping a neutral face in front of the doorman, but the boy just does his job and gives you your standard room.
You lead your daughter into the elevator and then through the corridors to the top. You’ve come prepared, you’re always prepared, and you’re carrying a small suitcase.
Once in the room, you beckon Alice to you, hug her tightly, then lead her into the adjoining bathroom. Your daughter is beside herself as the realization seeps into her head that she has just checked into a hotel with her father and will be spending the night with him. This would be a shock to anyone, but Alice is a member of your family and has only recently learned how she feels about you. You put your hand to her chin and make her look at you.
“I know this is all too much for you, darling,” you say sincerely, and Alice smiles. She can be weak in your presence. She knows in your eyes she is strong. The strength of a woman. Alice understands that now. “You don’t have to love a boy to please me. You don’t have to stress about Connor or wonder if he’s the one.” Alice just looks into your eyes, in love and overwhelmed. “The world out there” you nod toward the window but Alice just looks at you. “You don’t have to worry about it either. That’s my job. I keep the evil away from you miffin.” You let go of her chin but Alice doesn’t move.
“Dad…” she breathes following you with her moist eyes, “Please…”
“Don’t worry honey” you reassure her “I’m here.” She smiles. “Tonight you can forget about Connor, the outside world, and your worries, okay?”
“Yes.” Her eyes moisten more, this time with sheer happiness.
“Tonight I’m going to show you what it means to be my daughter.” And now you’re smiling, too. “What it really means to be my daughter.”
“Dad…” But you shake your head.
“Tonight, you call me daddy.” Alice tenses but only for a second. Then you see the look on her face that you wanted.
“Okay…daddy.” You see disbelief on her face that this is all really happening but when reality finally hits her she pulls in her lips and smiles at you shyly, almost ashamed but happy. You point to the door to the bathroom.
“Go freshen up, wash your face, take a shower if you like. We’ll stay here tonight and I’ll show you the things you want to know.” Alice blushes, but can’t help smiling. “In the suitcase you’ll find clothes. Pick out what you like.”
“Thanks daddy.” She’s a quick learner, and notices it herself. A soft giggle, then she turns and you close the door behind her.
Then you wait.
It takes a while, and you hear the shower. Alice wants to prepare well for you, you like that. You sit down on the bed and wait. You’ve been waiting for 20 years, so 20 minutes won’t make any difference now, and while your daughter freshens up, you take off your shoes and put your clothes on a nearby chair. Then you hear the shower stall open and a short time later your daughter comes out of the room.
She hasn’t chosen any of the clothes you brought her, you could have known that, but the surprise is pleasant nonetheless. More than that. Your daughter’s bare, shower-damp feet dig into the soft carpet of the hotel and her toes play nervously with each other as she steps out of the bathroom door and shows herself to you.
She’s wearing one of your long, white work shirts that smell like you. Of course she’s wearing that. And a black slip of hrs. And that’s all she’s wearing. Your shirt lies over her body and you can only guess at the shape of her slender hips, but her small breasts stand out clearly under the silky fabric and her nipples poke stiffly and excitedly underneath. A dark shadow hints at one of her black panties that her mother bought her for the occasion. Now Alice understands why. Her petite arms almost disappear under your sleeves and her fingers claw nervously at them while your daughter nibbles her lower lip and looks at you uncertainly, haire still a bit wet and clinging to her face,disheveled by the towel earlier.
“Excuse m-me,” she mumbles, “I saw the clothes…b-but…” You rise from the bed and Alice follows you with her gaze until she has to lift her head to look at you. You raise your hand and pat her cheek paternally.
“You’re beautiful Alice” you tell her, walking up to her and enclosing her petite face in your hands. “Don’t be afraid.” Alice shakes her head. You take her by the hand and lead her to the bed. Slowly, you lower her onto the cool fabric, hold her arms, and set her down. Your daughter presses her knees together and her hands stay restlessly in her lap as you admire her perfect body. You do it openly and Alice allows it. She doesn’t move on her own, she only moves when you touch her and guide her, just as you always imagined.
Writing Shark 