DADDY'S LITTLE SLUT

CHAPTER 5

Lily came bouncing down the stairs in a tiny red bikini, hair already in a messy bun, sunscreen bottle in one hand. She tossed a second swimsuit at my chest before I could even set my coffee down.

“Put this on. We’re going to the pool. Now.”

I caught the scrap of fabric—black, barely-there strings, the kind that would cover almost nothing once it got wet. My robe was still loosely tied. Marcus stood a few feet away at the counter, pretending to check something on his phone, but I felt his attention lock onto me the second the swimsuit landed in my hands.

Lily grinned, completely oblivious. “There are going to be so many hot guys out there today. The college crowd always shows up on weekends. You’re coming whether you like it or not. You’ve been looking all moody since you got here.”

I glanced at Marcus. His jaw was tight. The same jaw that had been clenched last night while he f****d me through three different positions and still muttered that it was wrong.

“I don’t know…” I started, voice soft.

“Nope. Not arguing.” Lily grabbed my wrist and tugged me toward the stairs. “Go change. Meet me out back in five. Dad, you’re coming too, right? You can be the responsible adult and watch us not drown.”

Marcus’s eyes flicked to me, dark and unreadable. “I’ll be out in a bit.”

Upstairs in the guest room I dropped the robe and stepped into the tiny black bikini. The triangles of the top barely contained my t**s; the bottoms were a thin string that disappeared between my cheeks and sat so low on my hips that the faint bruises from Marcus’s fingers showed clearly above the fabric. When I turned sideways in the mirror, the outline of my p***y lips was visible through the thin material. Perfect.

I walked back downstairs slowly.

Marcus was still in the kitchen. He looked up, and whatever he’d been about to say died in his throat. His gaze dragged from my bare stomach to the way the bottoms clung to my cunt, then higher to the marks he’d left on me that the bikini did nothing to hide.

“Jesus Christ,” he muttered under his breath.

I stepped closer, close enough that only he could hear. “You like it? Lily picked it. Said there’ll be lots of hot guys at the pool.” I tilted my head, voice sweet and filthy at the same time. “Think any of them will notice I’m still full of your c*m from last night?”

His hand flexed against the counter. “Vanessa—”

Lily’s voice called from the back deck. “Hurry up!”

I smiled, brushed past him so my bare hip grazed the front of his jeans, and walked out into the sunlight.

The pool area was already starting to fill—neighbors, a few younger guys tossing a ball, music playing from a portable speaker. Lily stretched out on a lounge chair like she owned the place. I sat on the one next to her, deliberately spreading my thighs a little wider than necessary, feeling the warm air kiss the damp fabric between my legs.

Marcus came out ten minutes later in dark swim trunks and a white T-shirt he didn’t bother taking off. He claimed a chair a few feet away, sunglasses on, but I could feel him watching every time I shifted, every time I reached for sunscreen and slowly rubbed it into my thighs, my stomach, the undersides of my t**s.

Lily kept talking about the guys across the pool—pointing out who was cute, who had a good body, who she might talk to later. I nodded and smiled in the right places, but my eyes kept drifting to Marcus. Every time one of the younger guys glanced my way, I made sure to arch my back a little more, push my chest out, let the tiny bottoms ride up.

After a while Lily got up to talk to a group of guys near the deep end. The second she was out of earshot I stood, walked over to the edge of the pool, and dove in.

The cool water closed over me. When I surfaced, Marcus was standing at the side, looking down.

I swam to the edge right in front of him, resting my arms on the concrete, water streaming down my cleavage. I looked up at him through wet lashes.

“You going to just watch all day?” I asked quietly. “Or are you going to come in and make sure none of these ‘hot guys’ get too close to what’s already yours?”

His sunglasses hid his eyes, but the muscle in his cheek jumped.

“Behave,” he said under his breath.

I smiled, slow and dirty, then pushed back into the water, floating on my back so the tiny black triangles of my top barely stayed in place and the bottoms clung even tighter between my legs. I knew exactly what he could see.

And I knew tonight, when Lily was asleep again, he wouldn’t be able to stay away.