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I Won't Tell	By : pmad Category: M through R > Nightmare on Elm Street Views: 12584 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter 7: Special Girl
14^th June 10pm…
The red and blue lights of the police patrol cars flickered in the night. There were three of them, with an ambulance parked a little further towards the edge of the grass near the forest. Lauren sat numbly in the back of one of the police cars, her hands nursing a small white plastic cup of water. Her dog Max sat at the doorway, his tail wagging from side to side. She glanced down at her pet and sighed. It had been nearly an hour since she discovered that body of that little girl. She thought she would never stop screaming. The sight of the little girl’s mangled corpse would be embedded in her mind for god knows how long.
After managing to calm herself down Lauren had reattached the lead to her dog’s collar and ran back along the road towards a small pay phone about half a mile back. Thankfully, she had some loose change and immediately rang the police, her legs nearly buckled as she tried to explain through her stifled sobs what she had found.
One of the police cars had stopped to pick her up along the way. Inside was Sheriff Thompson and his young junior officer James Garcia. Now, the whole area around the forest was cornered off, about half a mile in each direction. Thick yellow police tape surrounded the edge of the forest and stretched to about one hundred yards in each direction. While down at the small stream a team of forensics had set about examining the body and area surrounding it. Looking for any clues that would lead them to the felon. As the lighting was extremely poor due to the night-time they had set up two large head lights to help. One of the team began to take photographs of the corpse, the light-bulb flashing brightly in the darkness. Her small mutilated body was stripped of its clothing, while her hair was still bound in the red ribbons.
Sheriff Thompson conferred with two of his senior officers and pointed along the road, “I want a team of officers to walk along the road, see if there were any tyre tracks or any footprints. I want the whole perimeter searched. There has to be some piece of evidence here to find that bastard!”
“Yes sir”
He nodded and watched as they rushed to their duties. Turning on his heel he ventured over to the police car that held Lauren. She timidly looked up to her, her eyes red and puffy from crying. “Was that the little girl who went missing the other week?”
“Yeah, we think it is. But we would need to get her parents to come down to the morgue to formally identity her” he replied grimly, “Ms Dixon I know that you are in shock, but I would need you to come down to the station to make a statement. It’s just procedure”
She took a sip of her water and nodded once, “I understand”
“Are you sure your dog never went down to the body? Never interfered with it in any way?” he looked down at the dog.
“No, he was standing at the top of the slope when I found him. He just kept barking…” she wiped a stray tear from her face, “God help the little girl’s family. I hope you get that fucker. Before any more innocent children die”
“We will” he gently squeezed her left hand, “I’ll get one of my officers to bring you and your dog to the station. Then they’ll leave you both home. The press may be interested in what you have to say, I mean, how you found her body. But you don’t have to answer their questions. When we have the news conference tomorrow I’ll just say that you made a statement and to warn them to keep away from you”
She meekly nodded and took one last gulp of her water, then patted the seat to her right. “C’mon Max”
The dog barked and to her surprise obeyed her command, jumping over her lap to the seat beside her. “Thank you Sheriff Thompson”
“You take care” he gave a warm smiled, then closed the car door. He gave the top of the car a small tap, signalling for Garcia to drive on.
Turning back towards the forest he heaved a long sigh of frustration and walked towards one of the forensics team as he approached him. It was going to be another long night…
x x x
Thursday 15^th June 6pm.
Freddy looked up from his daughter‘s homework as he heard a small soft thud hit the front door. A small grin crossed his countenance as he stood from the kitchen table. He knew exactly what it was. The evening paper. He had heard from one of his work colleagues earlier that day that a body was found at the edge of town. He knew it was little Emily, “I’ll be back in a minute honey” he smiled.
She glanced up at him momentarily and nodded, then went back to her English homework. Freddy flung open the front door and looked down. On the doorstep was the evening addition of the Springwood Gazette. He grabbed it with another smug smile and closed the door behind him, venturing back towards the kitchen table.
He slid back into the seat beside Katherine and laid the paper in front of him, soothing out the edges. The front headline stood out in big bold letters.
MUTILATED BODY FOUND
Chuckling softly to himself he began to read the article, a sense of dark pride filling him with each sentence he read. Next to him, Katherine curiously glimpsed at the paper and her father. Her eyes narrowed in confusion at the look conceited look on his face. She turned back to her work, finishing it within a few minutes. Reading her work quickly she placed down her red pencil. “Daddy, I’m finished my homework”
Freddy leaned back in his chair and pulled over her work book, giving it a thorough read and nodded his approval. “Good girl. Tidy away your books”
Obediently, she did what she was told, lifting her workbook and English sheet, placing them in her satchel and putting away her pencils and erasers into her small tin pencil case. Once out of the way she placed her school bag under the table, then sat up a little on her chair as she inquisitively leaned over to the paper, “What are you reading daddy?”
His gaze twisted towards her and a ominous grin grew across his lips, “You want to see?”
She began to open her mouth, but he reached out for her and placed her little frame on his lap. His hands lightly trailed along her legs, up and down. Ever so slowly. Her legs felt so smooth, so soft. Again he clamped his eyes shut and let out a deep breath. Over the last day or so he had been continually thinking of touching her. Over time he knew that they were going to get more stronger. But as long as he had his other little girls to play with he knew that he wouldn’t touch her.
He tugged the paper closer to them, “Go ahead. See what you can read”
Crossing her arms across her cream pyjama top she stooped forward and concentrated. She pointed a small finger at the word ‘Body’, “That says body” her eyes moved towards the next word, “That says found”
Freddy nodded and then pointed to the first word ‘Mutilated’ “What does that say?”
Her brown eyes scoured the word slowly, trying to break it down so she could pronounce it correctly. “Mut…” her voice trailed off as she tried in vain to form the next part in her mind. She sighed in frustration, “I don’t understand it. What does it say?”
Freddy hugged her waist gently, “It says mutilated”
“Mutilated…” she murmured slowly, dragging out the syllables. Then pondered, “Mutilated. What does that mean?”
He smiled at her as she twisted around to him, her face filled with curiosity. “Well, it’s hard to explain. Just say it’s not very nice!”
“Not nice?” she gave a confused look, “But I want to know. Please?”
Another dark smile flashed across his face. He didn’t particularly want to tell her what it meant, but if she was so persistent then why the hell not? In the near future he was going to show her his room, tell her what his ‘special work’ was. He had to explain what mutilated meant to in a simple way, so that her young mind would understand, “It’s like…” he mused, “when you open up a present, you rip open the paper with your hands. Right?”
“Yes” she gave a small nod.
“It’s like that, but only you rip open a person’s skin, their flesh” he continued sinisterly, “Like their stomach or their chest”
Her little face scrunched up in disgust at this, “Eeww! That’s gross!!
He laughed, “I know, it’s not very nice, is it?”
“No” she shook her head quickly and then glanced down at her little hands, inspecting her nails, “So, someone used their hands to rip open someone’s stomach? They used their fingers?”
“No, sweetheart. It wasn’t their fingers…” he tucked a stray hair behind her left ear, “You can use hooks, knives, razor blades. But this body was mutilated by a claw”
“A claw?” her eyes widened, “Was it an animal? Like a dog or wolf?”
“Yeah, it was a wolf” he replied darkly.
It was the big bad wolf you’re staring at, honey.
She gasped and turned her head back towards the newspaper article, “Does it say who died?”
“Don’t you worry about that, okay?” he swiftly folded up the paper. There was no way he wanted her to know that it was Emily Prescott. He quickly changed the subject to something that had been lingering on his mind as of late. “Katherine, remember a few weeks ago you had some nightmares? About your mommy?”
“Yeah”
“Well, are you still having them?” he asked.
She shook her head, “No”
“Are you sure Katherine? You can tell me if you have. I won’t get angry” he reassured.
“No, I swear daddy!” she shook her head again, more persistently, “I haven’t had any bad dreams since the night I came into your room”
We told you Freddy that the dreams would stop! You need to trust us more…
Freddy eyes darted around the kitchen once. There they were again, those voices. It had been weeks since they talked to him when he was in Katherine’s company. He had hoped they wouldn’t speak to him ever again while in her presence. Well, he was definitely wrong about that.
“That’s good sweetheart” he broke out into a pleased grin, “Now, bring your school bag up to your room and you can play with your toys until you have to go to bed. Don’t forget to put away your new dresses in the wardrobe okay?”
She nodded and hopped off of his lap, “Okay”
He watched as she grabbed her school bag and scampered out of the room. Thank fuck those dreams had stopped. “How did they stop?” he whispered, his question directed towards the voices.
You don’t have to worry about how they stopped. Just be grateful that they have!
Freddy gave a slow nod and gathered the newspaper, heading down to his secret room. Once inside, he sat on the small chair and he laid out the paper on the bench, then carefully cut out the front page of the paper. He turned over the page, scanning the other articles to see if there was anything else about his evil transgressions. There was none. But on the next page there was another large article about Emily’s body and to his perverse delight a small picture of her. With a sickening smirk he trailed his index finger down her beaming face and gently cut it out with the scissors.
Pulling over his scrapbook he flipped over the pages until it came to the page dedicated to her with the number ‘19’ marked at the top. His sketch was complete in great detail, the marred remains of her stomach, those ribbons in her sweaty hair and her decimated legs spread wide. Below were a few paragraphs describing what he had done to her, while there was a small space at the top right hand corner of the page. He pulled a small piece of cello-tape from a nearby roll and cut it off with his teeth, then stuck the picture of Emily into the space. He flipped over the page to the next free one and began to stick the two newspaper articles into the book.
Once finished he turned the page back and his impious gaze fell upon the picture of Emily. He leaned back in the chair and closed his eyes, thinking back to when he had raped her in the boiler room. Slowly, he right hand trailed down towards his crotch and unzipped his trousers, then slid inside his and grasped his semi-hard cock. His hand started to slid up and down as he let the memory take over him once again…
Monday September 25^th September 1967
The summer had come and gone in Springwood. For the whole months of July and August the town was gripped in fear, pondering when and where the Springwood Slasher would strike next. What child he would kidnap and slaughter. But to the Police’s surprise there wasn’t a disappearance during the summer months. But still they had to be on their guard.
Freddy had felt the summer was never going to end. It had been over three months since he had murdered and ravaged little Emily Prescott. He had hoped to have captured another little piglet before the summer ended, but alas because of his work and having to look after Katherine he never found the opportunity. He had managed to enrol Katherine in a summer scheme for the majority of July and August. It organised by a local community centre where young children would go to for at least four hours each day, Monday to Friday. Again, he had to persuade his boss Burke to change his hours to accommodate this - working from 10am-2pm for the majority of the summer
10^th August…
1pm…
Pinehurst Lake
Katherine lingered at the edge of a crystal blue lake. Her body was adorned by a navy one suit swimsuit. It had been a few hours since her and her father had arrived at the lake. He had surprised her the night before by saying the was taking her camping down at the lake for a few days. And she couldn’t contain her excitement. He had bought a new two man sleeping tent for them both and had promised that he would learn her to swim.
Though now as she stood at the edge of the lake she feel rather apprehensive. The water looked so deep. She turned as she heard her father approach, dressed in just a pair of dark blue swimming shorts. A few metres behind them was their two towels and clothes. They were the only ones at this part of the lake, it was very secluded. Across the lake was a large campsite, that was extremely popular with young families and teenagers. He had contemplated on renting a cabin for a few nights, but then thought against. Being around those children would be too distracting, he would end up taking one of the little brats.
Anyway, he wanted to spend some quality time with Katherine. He had been working tirelessly the last few weeks and had missed playing with her, seeing as anytime he picked her up from the summer scheme he would be tired to play with her.
For the next three days he would spend every waking minute with her. Over the last week or so he would constantly ponder on whether to start grooming her. He had the other children of course to touch and fuck. He would play rough with the girls.
But maybe he would be able to get her, Katherine to willingly let him touch her. Kiss her. Her mind was already becoming twisted over the last few months after Loretta’s death. By him persistently talking to her about their secret and she agreed with every single word he had said.
So, why would priming her for a little sexual fun be so hard?
He wouldn’t rush her, oh no. He would take the gentle, patient approach with her.
His eyes clamped shut has he mentally restrained himself, the last thing he wanted was a fucking hard on when he was learning her to swim. With a crude smirk he stopped at her side and looked down at her, “You ready, baby?”
She glanced at the water and then back to him. “Do I have to go all the way into the water? Can I not stay near the edge?”
“Do you not want me to help you swim?” he rose an eyebrow, and gave her a disappointed look.
“Yes, I do daddy” her lips quivered as she looked at the water again. “But it looks really deep! Are their jelly fish in the lake? What if we get stung by them?”
He laughed heartily, “No, there’s no jelly fish in this lake. Don’t worry, I’ll hold you. Okay?”
She reached out to her and he took her in his strong lean arms. Her arms snaked around his neck and she snuggled her head against his left shoulder and curled her legs around his waist tightly. His left hand lightly patted her thigh and he smiled at her. “I got you”
She nodded and braced herself as he steadily walked into the water, and her eyes dropped down to the water as it rose with every step he took into the lake. It went past his ankles, knees and she held her breath as the water touched her bare feet. A small squeal came from her as she hissed, “It’s freezing!!”
He chuckled naughtily, “You’ll get used to the cold water. Now, I’m going to get a bit deeper okay. So, just be calm”
Her eyes widened as the water now engulfed her ankles and his waist, the level of the water rising higher until her waist was submerged. Freddy glanced at her and saw her lip trembling violently as her body shivered from the coldness. He tucked her hair behind her ears and felt her grip tighten on his neck. “Relax baby girl. I’m going to hold your hand and I want you to kick your feet for me”
“Kick my feet?”
“It’s a way to help you how to swim, just you kick your legs and I’ll hold your hands” he explained.
Her pigtails whipped back and forth, “No, can we not try something els? Is there not another way?”
“Mmm” he mused, “How about I hold you under your stomach and you move your arms and kick your legs?”
She swallowed, “Okay. But how long for?”
“As long as I say so, okay?” he used his right hand to pull her hands from his neck, then slowly manoeuvred his body. Plucking her legs from his waist and then sliding his arms under her stomach, allowing her to float on her stomach. She stuck her head back staring at the clear blue sky, making sure that none of the water was nearing her mouth.
“Don’t let me go, daddy! Please!” she begged.
He kissed her forehead, “Go on, move your legs and arms”
She bit her lip and her legs kicked wildly, her arms doing likewise. Moving and splashing in the water as her father lowered her into the water, though keeping his arms under her stomach. But letting one or two inches of a gap between her stomach and his hands. He smiled proudly as she began to swim forward a few metres and he travelled with her, walking in the lake. “Good girl, that’s you. Keep going honey”
Her legs continued to kick friendly until she began to tire and her arms flung madly as her body began to sink into the water. He grabbed her waist and swung her around in the water, her arms flinging round his neck tightly and she coughed, spluttering.
He gently leaned her back and smiled proudly at her, “You see, you were swimming there! You want to try it again?”
Her chest inhaled sharply and exhaled slowly, “It’s hard!”
“Just keep practicing, okay?” he reassured her, “Come on, let’s try again”
She nodded and with a look of determination she readied herself for another go. This time going further than before…
10pm…
A small camp fire was burning brightly beside their two man tent. Both father and daughter sat on a small wooden log as the ate a plate full of marshmallows, while Freddy drunk a few cans of beer he had brought with him. Katherine snuggled against his chest and tugged her cream blanket around her shoudlers little more tightly.
“You have a good first day, sweetheart?” he asked.
“Yeah!” she cheeped and smiled up at him, “Can we go swimming again tomorrow? Can I go in by myself?”
“I’ll come in with you. Even though you can swim a little, I want to make sure that you’re okay” he asserted, “It’ll take a few more days before I will allow you go to swimming on your own”
“Okay, daddy!” she took another nibble at her marshmallow, then stifled a yawn.
He noticed this and suggested. “Do you want to head to bed? Mmm?”
She nodded slowly and rose to her feet, handing him her plate and then hobbled over to the tent. He wandered over to the campfire and lifted a small bucket of water that he had filled from earlier and poured it over the flames, distinguishing it and the area around the tent grew dark. He heard her whimper and turned around to the tent and then reached down at the side of the log for a small torch, flipping it on and shone it towards her.
“It’s okay”
A small smile came from her and she handed the blanket to him, revealing her white nightdress. Unzipping the tent he motioned her inside and she crawled forward and he smirked vulgarly at her little ass wiggling back and forth. Once inside he followed and zipped the tent closed, then began to roll out the sleeping bag.
“Daddy, do I not have my own sleeping bag?” she asked.
“No, baby girl. I got a double one for us both to sleep in”
“Oh, okay” she leaned back as he laid the bag out of them both, then ushered her to lay inside.
Tucking her legs in she slithered down and watched as he discarded his checked shirt and tank top, then slid in beside her. He used his right elbow to lean on and inclined over her body slightly. A hungry playful smirk and his voice went low in a growl.
“I smell a little piggy!”
Her lips curled into a grin and she laughed, “Daddy! You have to chase me! Remember the big bad wolf has to chase the piggies!”
“Mmm” he murmured, “Not tonight he doesn’t! He has his little piggy where he wants her!”
He pounced upon her and latched his ravenous lips in the crook of her neck and mischievously gnawed at her flesh. Making her squeal in laughter. Small little hands grasped lightly at his arms, but he gently pushed them away onto the sleeping bag at her sides and continued to gnaw at her skin. Creating fake munching and snarling noises.
After ten more seconds he slowly changed tact. His lips gently kissing and carrasing her skin around the bottom of her neck and his breathing became laboured as his kissing intensified. Tongue slipping out to lick in between his kisses, trailing lightly over her soft flesh.
She was so tasty.
Her mouth part in confusion as she squeaked, “Daddy?”
He held back a low moan as he lifted his head from her flesh, “It’s okay, princess. I’m just giving you a special kiss”
“A special kiss?” she looked up at him as his face hovered over hers.
“Yes” his mouth twitched into a pleased smirk, “For my special girl. You’ve been a very good girl for me today, so I want to give you some special kisses because you deserve them. Okay?”
“But are you not mean to kiss my cheek?” she frowned.
“Yes, but there are other places I can give you kisses. Special kisses”
She chewed her lips nervously, “You mean, like when you were kissing my neck there?”
“That’s right. Did you like it? When I kissed you there?” he positioned himself over her body, his arousal growing by the second at the mere thought of kissing her again. He could never have known he would have been so attracted to his own daughter in this way. She was fucking gorgeous. Far more beautiful than the other little sluts he fucked.
“It was strange and it tickled a bit” she replied.
“Tickled?” he smiled coyly, “In a good way? Yes?”
“Yeah, I think” she cocked her head to the side, lost in thought.
He leaned forward slowly and suggested, “How about I kiss you again there?”
Her eyes went to this and she gave a shy nod, “Okay daddy”
A perverse grin grew across his face. He had her in the palm of his hands. The grooming was underway. Twisting his head to the left he lowered his lips to her neck once again and with a low sly chuckle he pressed his lips to her skin, his tongue slithered to lick slowly and then he alternatively kissed and sucked on her skin. Breathing heavily with lust, his hands gently caressed her hair, trailing his fingers tips through her locks and then his right hand curled into her hair. His left hand then moved towards her right arm, stroking her skin lightly.
His hard on pressed against his black trousers and with a soft moan he lowered his body onto hers. But made sure not to press to much pressure on her body which suddenly with rigid with apprehension. His teeth grazed lightly over her skin and she whimpered and he sighed gutturally at her sounds of discomfort.
Maybe he shouldn’t have started this tonight, as he so wanted to rip apart her pants and shove his cock into her. He was so fucking horny. Would he be able to stop himself from going any further with her?
He had to.
He wanted to steadily build her up. Twist and groom her mind so that she would want him to do those things to her.
Kiss her neck.
Her little nipples.
Her sweet little pussy.
And of course that she would want to do things to him.
Kiss his lips.
His chest.
His cock.
Then when the time was right he would claim her innocence. She was his after all.
Even if it took her years to get comfortable with what he was going to do to her, then he would wait.
He always had his other little girls to satisfy him until then.
A muffled groan as he sucked softly, nibbling on her skin which made her whimper again and then he lifted his lips from her neck, eying a small red mark. He sniggered, he had given her a small hickey.
Pushing himself up on his arms he stared down at her. She blinked a few times and licked her parched lips, “It does tickle, the way you use your tongue. The way you lick me”
“Did you like it thought?”
“A bit” she muttered then added, “But I don’t like the way you used your teeth daddy”
He smirked, she was like him. Never afraid to tell people how she felt. To put her point across. “Okay honey, I’ll try not to use my teeth as much next time” he crouched over her and gave an impish wink, “But remember, the big wolf was a little hungry!”
She giggled and watched as he laid down beside her and wrapped the sleeping bag around them. Laying her head on his bare chest she muttered, “Good night daddy”
He kissed her head and grinned, “Night night, baby”
For the next ten minutes he laid awake listening to her breathing as he drifted off to sleep and then gently pried her head from his chest and placed her on the sleeping bag. Turning around he knelt and unzipped his trousers and reached into his boxer to free his hard six inch cock and with slowly enclosed his right hand at the base. Sliding it up and down, ever so slowly and he moaned softly. Imagining that he was kissing her soft tender neck, teeth grazing her skin.
Nibbling.
Sucking.
Licking.
His left hand reached down to massage his balls and soon his strokes picked up their pace and he bit down on his bottom lip as another groan of bliss came from him. He thought back to June, to little Emily.
Her screams of agony as he fucked her little pussy. Tight walls surrounding him, his shaft sliding in and out. Faster and faster. Rotating his hips to go deeper into her.
He felt his balls tighten and biting down harder on his lip, he let out a low muffled moan of bliss and with a few quick thrusts of his hand he came.
Leaning forward slightly he let out a small crazed gleeful grin and looked down at his hand that was smeared with his cum. Turning to his left he grab a small packet of hankies from his backpack and wiped himself clean.
After tidying himself away he snuggled back down at his daughter idea and gently stroked her face before he too drifted off to sleep.
25^th September 1967
Freddy opened the door to his home at 1428 Elm Street, a satisfied smile adorning his face as he closed the door behind him. The sound of that little whore’s screams still echoed in his mind. What was her name again? Yes, Rachel. Just four years old. She was a little fighter, scratching at him and even daring to bite at him when he molested her. But she soon regretted that as he broke her jaw with one vicious punch. He had found her wandering home from Kindergarten. Some fucking parents she had letting their own child walk home on their own. He knew that he didn’t had much time and well, it was a spur of the moment kill and for once he didn’t use his gloves. He had strangled the little brat with his hands. But still a kill was a kill!
When he was strangling her, it had brought back memories of Loretta.
He snarled at the thought of her and pushed her to the back of his mind.
Throwing the canvas bag onto the coffee table Freddy took a slow deep breath and laid down on the sofa in the living room, tipping his fedora forward slightly. He then heard the patter of running footsteps from outside and smiled beneath his hat, she was home.
It had been over a month now since they had their special kiss in the campsite. He had informed her that it was very important that she kept it to herself as her friends would become jealous of how special she was, if they found out she was being given special kisses from her father and that they weren’t. And also that it was none of their business.
Since that night he had given her any special kisses or tried to instigate anything with her. He was either too tired from work or he was too busy contemplating on what little brat to pick next.
The front door sprung open and then closed, as Katherine ran into the room. “Hi, daddy!” she chirped.
Freddy took off his hat and place it on her head, “Hey, baby girl”
Katherine smiled sweetly and adjusted the hat on her head. It was too big, “You just home daddy?”
“Yeah, I’m just in before you” he swung his legs over the edge of the sofa and straightened up.
“Happy birthday!” she shrugged off her school bag, reaching inside. “I made you a card!”
He frowned, completely forgetting it was his birthday. His 29^th birthday. “How did you know that Kat?”
She lifted out a small folded card, “I don’t know. I just guessed. I remember it was this time last year” she held it out to him, “I hope you like it! There’s something inside!”
He smirked as he studied the front. There was what appeared to a be a birthday cake and a few candles, while above in bright red and green writing was.
Happy Birthday Daddy!
“I used red and green because of your favourite sweater!” Katherine declared smugly.
His eyes glanced up to her and he chuckled lightly at this, then opened the card where scrawled again in red and green writing was.
Love your little piglet.
Katherine xo
Freddy beamed in delight as he read the greeting, noticing how his conversations with her over the last four to five months were still being remembered by her. He looked down at the small Polaroid photo of her dressed in the same attire she was wearing now, a cream dress with her hair pulled back in a single ponytail with a red ribbon, “Where did you get this?”
“We got our photos taken today. So, I asked my teacher could I take it home and give it to you as a present!” she replied.
He took the photo in his hand and patted his knee, “This is the best present anyone has given me! Thank you sweetheart”
She smiled proudly and clambered onto his lap, embracing him warmly. He kissed her cheek tenderly and watched as she took his hat off, placing it back on his head. “It’s too big for me. It suits you better!”
A small hearty chuckle erupted from him and he kissed her once more on her cheek. “So, how was school?”
“It was good” she nodded, “A new boy started today in my class. His name is Billy”
“Billy? Did you play with him or talk to him?”
“No, but he seems very nosy. Very bossy too!” she remarked.
“Mmm” he mused, “In what way bossy?”
“He likes to order people about. He was playing with these two boys, Adam and Karl and was a little mean to them. I think I saw him shouting at Adam” she paused, “I think he got shouted at though. Yeah, Mr Murray shouted at him!”
Freddy nodded thoughtfully. He didn’t’ like the sound of this new boy Billy. He would have to keep an eye on this, ask Katherine a little more about him. If he even dared to go near her he would slit the little fucker’s throat. “Okay, I want to stay away from him. Understand? He doesn’t’ seem like a nice boy for you to play with!
“I will daddy” she nodded then titled her head to the side as a thought crossed her mind, “Daddy, do you want a kiss? I mean, for your birthday?”
His lips jerked into a smirk, “What do you mean a kiss??”
“Remember you gave me a special kiss during the summer, because you said I was a special girl” she started, “So, see like it’s your special day. Your birthday. Do you want a special kiss?”
He chucked slyly. She had remembered the words he told her back from August, her mind was being warped more quickly than he anticipated Fuck, he was going to enjoy this! “You remembered what I told you?”
“Yes” she nodded.
He grinned fiendishly and lifted her so that both her legs were straddling his lap, his hands strategically placed on the small of her back. “Well, that is very sweet of you. Daddy would love to get a special birthday kiss from his special girl!”
She smiled brightly and sat up a little. “So, do I kiss you where you kissed me?”
“How about you kiss me on my lips?” he smirked.
“Just once? Like really quick”?
“No” he shook his head. “Just you do what I do, okay?”
Her lips pursed together and she leaned forward a little, not seeing the perverted gleam in her father’s eyes. Their lips slowly inched closer until they were mere millimetres apart. Softly he pressed his lips against hers and gently pressed his hand against the back of her head holding her still. His lips parted hers as he leisurely began to deepen the kiss and then he halted his actions. Then whispered, “C’mon baby, move your lips against mine”
She nodded nod and then pressed her lips back against his and as he moved his lips, so did she. Albeit a little hesitantly. He smirked against her lips knowing how easy it was now to manipulate her mind. Moaning softly he pressed his lips against hers a little more hungrily and slipped his tongue along her lips, and then used both his hands to pull her hands onto his shoulders. He then trailed his own hands down her back to the top of the back of her thighs and squeezed them lightly. Pulling her even closer towards his body.
Her lips then parted slightly and soon his tongue delved into her little mouth, making her make a mewing sound of surprise. This made him moan again, enjoying the sound she made. He then felt her slowly move her own tongue against his and he felt himself harden at the feel of her small little tongue against his. His tongue slithered back into his own mouth and slowly she slipped her own tongue into his mouth, unsure of what to do.
Rubbing her thighs lightly he then gently sucked on her tongue for a few seconds and then kissed her more firmly as her tongue withdrew out of his mouth. He knew that she was uncertain at what she was doing, but it was her first time so he expected this. There would be other times, plenty more little specials kisses he was going to get from her.
He again plunged his tongue into her mouth a little more urgently this time and then lifted his right hand to caress the back of her neck and then grabbed a small clutch full of her hair gently tugging her head to the side. Gaining more access to her mouth and then continued to alternate between kissing and kicking her lips.
After a minute he slowly eased his kissing and panted heavily, staring into her eyes with wanton lust. Oh, how he wanted to kiss her all fucking day. Kiss her lips, her neck, her chest. Fuck! He wanted to slide his tongue into her little pussy. Lick and taste her sweetness.
She bit her bottom lip nervously, “Was that okay daddy? Was I okay?”
“Oh” he growled gutturally, his lips curling into a pleased grin, “You were brilliant. You’re a good little kisser. But there is room for improvement. So, we’re going to have some more special kisses, okay?”
“Yes, daddy” she nodded.
“That’s my girl” he lifted her onto the ground, patting her thighs quickly and gestured into the kitchen. He would deal with his arousal later on. “C’mon you can help me make dinner”
She scuttled into the kitchen and pulled open the cutlery drawer, lifting out the knives and forks, then placing them on the table.
“Katherine, when your mommy was here, did you help her when she was tidying the house?” her father asked.
Nodding she turned to face him, “Yeah. I had to tidy my room, put the dirty clothes in the laundry basket. I would sometimes try and brush the floors. Do you want me to help you daddy?”
“Yes, I do. So, anything I want you do to in the house you’re going to do it for me?”
“Okay, but what if I don’t know how to do it? I mean, I don’t know how to fold the laundry properly” she muttered.
“I’ll help you. Okay?”
She nodded. He smirked at her and pointed to the cupboard behind her, “C’mon, get the plates out and then go and wash your hands”
Her hands pulled one of the kitchen chairs towards the side of the counter and slowly climbed onto it. Her father came up behind her and gently placed his hands on her little waist to steady her as she pulled open the cupboard and lifted out two plates and handed them to him. He smiled at her and watched as she jumped off of the chair and dragged back towards the table.
It wasn’t his plan to start teaching or well making her help him around the house this early, but then again it was good to start her discipline early. The control he had over her with her keeping secrets and telling lies was working well so far. But he wanted to do more than just that. Discipline was the key in doing so. Learn her some simple tasks around the house in regards to the house work, giving her commands, ordering her about. He knew that she would obey his every command. Over the last few months since her mother’s death she very rarely stepped out of line. He of course had treated her well over the course, buying her gifts, new dresses, complimenting her on her drawings…etc.
It was all a careful tactic on his part. A deliberate way of controlling her, asserting his authority over her. She thought it was normal and well it was normal to him.
He was her father. In his eyes, he had every right to control her.
She was belonged to him!
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