Can You Keep A Secret?

Chapter 8

Marcus was baffled. What had just happened he thought. He got up from the sofa, still conscious of his raging erection and walked towards her bedroom. The door was slightly ajar and Marcus could hear sounds from inside the room. It sounded like Holly was crying again which was odd because she hadn’t seemed upset when she left the room. The noises started to sound more like the moans she had made as he was spanking her. His hand drifted towards his c**k. Before he knew it he was stroking himself in the hallway outside his daughter’s bedroom.

“Ooooh…just like that…yes…right there”

Marcus was stunned. Holly was touching herself. She must have had a great time out with Belle if even his punishment hadn’t ruined her evening, he thought. At the same time he realised in disgust what he was doing – touching himself to the sound of his daughter. A strong sense of shame descended on him, he felt like a dirty old man. He turned to walk to his room.

“Please Daddy, please touch me there…I’ve been a good girl I promise….oooh Daddy give me your massive cock.”

He froze. What the f**k, he thought. She doesn’t mean me, does she? He asked himself. Lots of girls with absent fathers have Daddy issues, he rationalised. Just because she calls me Daddy, doesn’t mean it's me she’s fantasising about he told himself. It's probably just wishful thinking.       

He went back to his room and laid on the bed. Well, he thought, this massive erection wont go away by itself, as he started to stroke his c**k again. The only rule is, you are not allowed to think about Holly, he told himself. He knew as he begun to move his hand more quickly that it was a rule he was immediately going to break. 

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The next day, Holly skipped through school with a huge smile. Last night she had gotten all the proof she needed that her Daddy liked her as much as she liked him. Hers and Belle’s plan had worked perfectly. They had gone out for dinner and stayed out late in a bar. Holly had guessed that missing her curfew would flare up Marcus’ temper again. The champagne had been Belle’s idea just in case staying out late wasn’t enough. Holly had only had a glass or two – enough for him to smell it on her and wildly exaggerated how drunk she was to annoy him. It had worked like a charm.

She could barely contain her glee when he had instructed her to lie across his lap and secretly thanked Belle for persuading her to wear the mini skirt. With each spank she had felt her Daddy’s d**k growing against her thigh, encouraged by her loud and not at all faked, moans of enjoyment. This time the sensations had been even more heightened, as his palm connected with her bare skin and she had almost screamed in pleasure by the end.

She had felt the same tingly, hot pressure build in her stomach, the feeling driving her crazy. She had rushed back to her room and in her haste left her door open. This time she had been braver and had pushed her hand into her panties, using the palm of her hand to rub her already damp p***y. Holly had let the fantasy take over completely and pretended it was Marcus’ hand massaging her.

Still nothing though. No matter what she tried, she couldn’t release the feeling of pressure and had given up. It didn’t take away from her victory though and she went to sleep with a big smile, looking forward to some steamy dreams.

Now that she knew Marcus felt the same way, all she had to figure out was how to get him to act on it. Holly wasn’t stupid. She knew she couldn’t just walk up to him and stick her tongue down his throat. Her approach would have to be subtle but give a clear indication of what she wanted. Once they took the first step there would be no going back.