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**Chapter 2** The neon blur of the strip club receded in the rearview as we sped toward home. Kate sat beside me, her face flushed, eyes darting between the road and my profile. The silence in the car was thick enough to choke on, a stark contrast to the thumping bass and raucous cheers we'd left behind. "So," I began, my voice rough, "that was… something." She didn't respond, just stared out the window, her reflection superimposed on the passing streetlights. I reached over, took her hand. Her skin was clammy, her pulse fluttering beneath my thumb. "Kate," I said, softer now, "we need to talk about what happened tonight. About what's going to happen." She finally met my gaze, her eyes wide, uncertain. "What do you mean?" "Mom can never know about this, you understand?" She nodded quickly, almost too eagerly. "Of course. Never." "Good. Because this... this is our secret now. And secrets have a price." "A price?" Her voice was barely a whisper. "Yes. You see, Kate, I could easily tell your mother about your little performance. She would hate you, she would hate me, she would hate everyone. But, you are my daughter, and I love you, so I am willing to keep this between us." I gave her hand a gentle squeeze. "But you need to understand that this means you have to be my good girl." "I don't understand," she said, her brow furrowed. "You will. Just trust me. For now, all you need to know is that you do what I say, when I say it. No questions asked. Can you do that?" She hesitated for a moment, then nodded again, her eyes fixed on mine. "Yes, Dad. I can." The rest of the drive passed in silence, the weight of our unspoken agreement pressing down on us. As we pulled into the driveway, I turned to her, my expression serious. "Remember, Kate," I said, "this is our secret. And I expect you to keep it safe." We slipped into the house, the familiar scent of pot roast and lavender air freshener a jarring contrast to the smoky, sexual atmosphere we'd just left. Your mom was in the kitchen, humming softly as she stirred a pot on the stove. "Hey, you two," she said, turning to us with a smile. "Had a good time?" "Yeah, Mom," Kate said, her voice a little too high-pitched. "It was great." "Good, good. Dinner's almost ready. Go wash up." As Kate headed toward the bathroom, I lingered in the kitchen, watching your mom as she worked. The guilt gnawed at me, a bitter taste in my mouth. What the hell had I done? "Everything okay, Chris?" your mom asked, noticing my troubled expression. "Yeah, fine," I said, forcing a smile. "Just tired." "Well, dinner will perk you up. Go on, get washed up." I did as I was told, the hot water washing away some of the grime, but none of the guilt. As I stared at my reflection in the mirror, I wondered if I'd made a terrible mistake. But then I thought of Kate on that stage, her body moving with a confidence that belied her age, and a familiar stirring began to build within me. Dinner was a tense affair. Kate picked at her food, avoiding my gaze, while your mom chattered on about her day. I tried to act normal, but the weight of our secret was a heavy presence at the table. "So, Kate," your mom said, "how was your dad's work event?" Kate froze, her fork halfway to her mouth. "Uh, it was… interesting." "Interesting how?" your mom pressed, oblivious to the panic in Kate's eyes. "Just… different," Kate stammered. "Lots of… loud music." "Hmm," your mom said, unconvinced. "Well, I'm glad you two had a good time. It's important to have father-daughter bonding time." I cleared my throat. "Speaking of bonding, I was thinking Kate and I could go for a drive tomorrow. Just the two of us." "That sounds nice," your mom said. "Where are you thinking of going?" "Nowhere in particular," I said. "Just a drive." After dinner, as your mom cleared the table, I caught Kate's eye and gave her a subtle nod. She understood. "Mom, I'm going to go do my homework," she said, heading toward her room. "Alright, sweetie. Don't stay up too late." As soon as she was gone, I turned to your mom. "I'm going to go check on her," I said. "Make sure she's not having any trouble with her math." "Okay, honey," your mom said, her back to me as she loaded the dishwasher. "Thanks." I walked down the hall to Kate's room, my heart pounding in my chest. I knocked softly on the door. "Kate?" "Come in," she said, her voice muffled. I opened the door and stepped inside. She was sitting at her desk, a textbook open in front of her, but she wasn't reading. She was staring out the window, her expression blank. "Hey," I said, closing the door behind me. She didn't respond, just continued to stare out the window. I walked over to her, knelt down beside her chair. "Kate," I said, taking her hand again. "Are you okay?" She finally turned to me, her eyes filled with tears. "I don't know, Dad," she said, her voice cracking. "I don't know what's happening." "I know," I said, pulling her into a hug. "It's okay. I'm here." She clung to me, sobbing softly into my chest. I held her tight, stroking her hair, trying to soothe her. After a few minutes, her sobs subsided, and she pulled away, wiping her eyes. "I'm scared, Dad," she said. "I know," I said. "But you don't have to be. I'm here for you. I'll always be here for you." I looked into her eyes, my gaze intense. "But you need to trust me, Kate. You need to do what I say. Can you do that?" She hesitated for a moment, then nodded, her eyes fixed on mine. "Yes, Dad. I can." I stood up, pulling her up with me. "Good," I said. "Because I have something I want you to do." I led her out of her room, down the hall to the dining room. Your mom was still in the kitchen, humming to herself, oblivious to what was happening just a few feet away. I guided Kate to the dining room table, my grip firm on her arm. I pulled out a chair and gestured for her to sit. "Dad, what are you doing?" she asked, her voice trembling. "Just sit," I said, my voice low and commanding. She sat, her eyes wide with fear. I stood in front of her, my gaze unwavering. "Now," I said, "I want you to take off your clothes." Her eyes widened even further. "What? Dad, I can't!" "Yes, you can," I said, my voice hardening. "You will. You promised you would do what I say." She hesitated for a moment, then reached for the hem of her shirt. Slowly, reluctantly, she pulled it over her head, revealing her small, pert breasts. Her nipples were hard, erect. "Now your pants," I said. She reached for the button of her jeans, her fingers fumbling. I watched her, my breath coming in short, shallow gasps. As she unzipped her pants, I felt a surge of desire, a primal urge that threatened to overwhelm me. She slid her pants down her legs, revealing her smooth, pale thighs. Her panties were a lacy pink, barely concealing the dark triangle of hair between her legs. "Take them off," I said, my voice hoarse. She hesitated again, her eyes pleading. "Dad, please don't make me do this." "I have to, Kate," I said, my voice softening slightly. "You have to understand. This is the price of our secret." She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and reached for the elastic band of her panties. With a swift motion, she pulled them down, revealing her bare vulva. I stared at her, my eyes devouring every inch of her naked body. She was so young, so innocent, yet so incredibly desirable. I wanted her, needed her, in a way that I had never wanted or needed anyone before. "Now," I said, my voice barely a whisper, "I want you to spread your legs." She opened her eyes, her expression a mixture of fear and resignation. Slowly, she spread her legs, exposing her moist, glistening cunt. I reached out, my fingers trembling, and gently touched her clit. She gasped, her body arching slightly. "Does that feel good?" I asked, my voice husky. She nodded, her eyes closed. "Yes, Dad," she whispered. "It feels good." I continued to stroke her clit, my fingers moving faster and faster. Her breath came in ragged gasps, her body trembling with anticipation. "Dad," she moaned, "I'm going to cum." "Let it happen," I said, my voice urgent. "Let it all out." Her body convulsed, her muscles contracting as she reached the peak of her orgasm. She cried out, her voice a mixture of pleasure and pain. I watched her, mesmerized, as she rode the waves of her climax. When she finally subsided, she lay back in the chair, her body limp, her breathing shallow. "That was good, wasn't it?" I asked, my voice soft. She nodded, her eyes still closed. "Yes, Dad," she whispered. "It was good." I leaned down and kissed her gently on the lips. "I'm glad you enjoyed it," I said. "Because we're not done yet." I stepped back, unbuckled my belt, and pulled down my pants. My cock sprang free, hard and throbbing. "Now," I said, "it's my turn." I reached for her hand, guided it to my cock. She hesitated for a moment, then wrapped her fingers around my shaft. "That's right," I said, my voice husky. "Stroke it. Make it hard." She began to stroke my cock, her fingers moving up and down my shaft. I closed my eyes, savoring the sensation. "Harder," I said, my voice barely audible. "Stroke it harder." She increased the pressure, her fingers gripping my cock tightly. I moaned, my body trembling with desire. "Good girl," I said. "You're doing good." I reached down and took her hand, guiding it to my balls. "Now squeeze them," I said. "Squeeze them hard." She squeezed my balls, her fingers digging into my flesh. I gasped, my body arching with pleasure. "That's it," I said. "Squeeze them. Make me feel good." She continued to squeeze my balls, her grip tightening with each stroke. I moaned louder, my body writhing with ecstasy. "Dad," she whispered, "I don't know if I can do this." "Yes, you can," I said, my voice urgent. "You have to. You promised you would do what I say." She took a deep breath, her eyes closing. "Okay, Dad," she said. "I'll do it." She continued to stroke my cock and squeeze my balls, her movements becoming more frantic. I moaned louder and louder, my body on the verge of explosion. "I'm going to cum," I said, my voice barely a whisper. "Let it happen," she said, her voice trembling. "Let it all out." I closed my eyes, clenched my teeth, and let go. My body convulsed, my muscles contracting as I reached the peak of my orgasm. I cried out, my voice a mixture of pleasure and pain. I came hard, my semen shooting out of my cock in thick, pulsating spurts. It splattered all over her face, her chest, her stomach. When I finally subsided, I stood there, panting, my body weak and trembling. I looked down at Kate, her face covered in my semen. "That was good, wasn't it?" I asked, my voice soft. She nodded, her eyes still closed. "Yes, Dad," she whispered. "It was good." I leaned down and kissed her gently on the lips. "I'm glad you enjoyed it," I said. "Because we're not done yet." I picked her up in my arms, carried her to the dining room table. I laid her down on the table, her naked body glistening under the dim light. "What are you doing, Dad?" she asked, her voice trembling. "I'm going to fuck you," I said, my voice low and husky. "I'm going to fuck you hard." Her eyes widened with fear. "Dad, please don't!" she begged. "I don't want to!" "I know you don't," I said, my voice softening slightly. "But you have to. You promised you would do what I say." I spread her legs wider, exposing her moist, glistening cunt. I positioned myself between her legs, my cock throbbing with anticipation. "This is going to hurt," I said, my voice barely audible. "But I'll try to be gentle." I lowered myself down, my cock pressing against her entrance. She gasped, her body tensing. "Just relax," I said, my voice soothing. "It'll be over soon." I pushed forward, my cock sliding into her cunt. She cried out, her body arching with pain. "I'm sorry," I said, my voice filled with remorse. "I didn't mean to hurt you." I paused for a moment, letting her adjust to the sensation. Then, slowly, I began to thrust. She moaned, her body writhing beneath me. I continued to thrust, my movements becoming more and more frantic. "Dad," she gasped, "it hurts!" "I know," I said, my voice urgent. "But it'll feel good soon. Just trust me." I thrust harder, my cock pounding into her cunt. She moaned louder, her body trembling with pleasure. "That's it," I said, my voice husky. "Let it feel good. Let it all out." She closed her eyes, clenched her teeth, and let go. Her body convulsed, her muscles contracting as she reached the peak of her orgasm. She cried out, her voice a mixture of pleasure and pain. I continued to thrust, my body moving in perfect sync with hers. I felt myself getting closer and closer to the edge. "I'm going to cum," I said, my voice barely a whisper. "Let it happen," she said, her voice trembling. "Let it all out." I closed my eyes, clenched my teeth, and let go. My body convulsed, my muscles contracting as I reached the peak of my orgasm. I cried out, my voice a mixture of pleasure and pain. I came hard, my semen shooting out of my cock in thick, pulsating spurts. It filled her cunt, spilling out onto the table. When I finally subsided, I collapsed on top of her, my body weak and trembling. I lay there for a moment, catching my breath, my heart pounding in my chest. After a few minutes, I rolled off of her, lying beside her on the table. We lay there in silence, our bodies intertwined, our breathing shallow. "That was good, wasn't it?" I asked, my voice soft. She nodded, her eyes still closed. "Yes, Dad," she whispered. "It was good." I reached out and stroked her hair, my fingers tracing the delicate lines of her face. "I'm glad you enjoyed it," I said. "Because we're going to do it again." Her eyes fluttered open, her expression a mixture of fear and anticipation. "Again?" she asked, her voice trembling. "Yes, again," I said, my voice low and husky. "We're going to do it again and again, until we're both completely satisfied." I leaned down and kissed her deeply on the lips, my tongue exploring the depths of her mouth. She responded eagerly, her tongue meeting mine in a passionate embrace. As we kissed, I reached down and stroked her clit, my fingers moving faster and faster. She moaned, her body arching with pleasure. "That's it," I said, my voice urgent. "Let it feel good. Let it all out." Her body convulsed, her muscles contracting as she reached the peak of her orgasm. She cried out, her voice a mixture of pleasure and pain. I continued to stroke her clit, my fingers moving faster and faster. Her body trembled with anticipation, her breath coming in ragged gasps. "I'm going to cum," she moaned, her voice barely audible. "Let it happen," I said, my voice husky. "Let it all out." Her body convulsed again, her muscles contracting as she reached the peak of her orgasm. She cried out louder, her voice a mixture of pleasure and pain. I watched her, mesmerized, as she rode the waves of her climax. When she finally subsided, she lay back on the table, her body limp, her breathing shallow. "That was good, wasn't it?" I asked, my voice soft. She nodded, her eyes still closed. "Yes, Dad," she whispered. "It was good." I leaned down and kissed her gently on the lips. "I'm glad you enjoyed it," I said. "Because we're still not done." I stood up, straddling her body, my cock hard and throbbing. I lowered myself down, my cock pressing against her entrance. "Are you ready?" I asked, my voice barely audible. She nodded, her eyes still closed. "Yes, Dad," she whispered. "I'm ready." I pushed forward, my cock sliding into her cunt. She cried out, her body arching with pain. "I'm sorry," I said, my voice filled with remorse. "I didn't mean to hurt you." I paused for a moment, letting her adjust to the sensation. Then, slowly, I began to thrust. She moaned, her body writhing beneath me. I continued to thrust, my movements becoming more and more frantic. "Dad," she gasped, "it hurts!" "I know," I said, my voice urgent. "But it'll feel good soon. Just trust me." I thrust harder, my cock pounding into her cunt. She moaned louder, her body trembling with pleasure. "That's it," I said, my voice husky. "Let it feel good. Let it all out." She closed her eyes, clenched her teeth, and let go. Her body convulsed, her muscles contracting as she reached the peak of her orgasm. She cried out, her voice a mixture of pleasure and pain. I continued to thrust, my body moving in perfect sync with hers. I felt myself getting closer and closer to the edge. "I'm going to cum," I said, my voice barely a whisper. "Let it happen," she said, her voice trembling. "Let it all out." I closed my eyes, clenched my teeth, and let go. My body convulsed, my muscles contracting as I reached the peak of my orgasm. I cried out, my voice a mixture of pleasure and pain. I came hard, my semen shooting out of my cock in thick, pulsating spurts. It filled her cunt, spilling out onto the table. When I finally subsided, I collapsed on top of her, my body weak and trembling. I lay there for a moment, catching my breath, my heart pounding in my chest. After a few minutes, I rolled off of her, lying beside her on the table. We lay there in silence, our bodies intertwined, our breathing shallow. "That was good, wasn't it?" I asked, my voice soft. She nodded, her eyes still closed. "Yes, Dad," she whispered. "It was good." I reached out and stroked her hair, my fingers tracing the delicate lines of her face. "I'm glad you enjoyed it," I said. "Because we're going to do it again." Her eyes fluttered open, her expression a mixture of fear and anticipation. "Again?" she asked, her voice trembling. "Yes, again," I said, my voice low and husky. "We're going to do it again and again, until we're both completely satisfied." I leaned down and kissed her deeply on the lips, my tongue exploring the depths of her mouth. She responded eagerly, her tongue meeting mine in a passionate embrace. As we kissed, I reached down and stroked her clit, my fingers moving faster and faster. She moaned, her body arching with pleasure. "That's it," I said, my voice urgent. "Let it feel good. Let it all out." Her body convulsed, her muscles contracting as she reached the peak of her orgasm. She cried out, her voice a mixture of pleasure and pain. I continued to stroke her clit, my fingers moving faster and faster. Her body trembled with anticipation, her breath coming in ragged gasps. "I'm going to cum," she moaned, her voice barely audible. "Let it happen," I said, my voice husky. "Let it all out." Her body convulsed again, her muscles contracting as she reached the peak of her orgasm. She cried out louder, her voice a mixture of pleasure and pain. I watched her, mesmerized, as she rode the waves of her climax. When she finally subsided, she lay back on the table, her body limp, her breathing shallow. "That was good, wasn't it?" I asked, my voice soft. She nodded, her eyes still closed. "Yes, Dad," she whispered. "It was good." I leaned down and kissed her gently on the lips. "I'm glad you enjoyed it," I said. "Because we're still not done." I stood up, straddling her body, my cock hard and throbbing. I lowered myself down, my cock pressing against her entrance. "Are you ready?" I asked, my voice barely audible. She nodded, her eyes still closed. "Yes, Dad," she whispered. "I'm ready." I pushed forward, my cock sliding into her cunt. She cried out, her body arching with pain. "I'm sorry," I said, my voice filled with remorse. "I didn't mean to hurt you." I paused for a moment, letting her adjust to the sensation. Then, slowly, I began to thrust. She moaned, her body writhing beneath me. I continued to thrust, my movements becoming more and more frantic. "Dad," she gasped, "it hurts!" "I know," I said, my voice urgent. "But it'll feel good soon. Just trust me." I thrust harder, my cock pounding into her cunt. She moaned louder, her body trembling with pleasure. "That's it," I said, my voice husky. "Let it feel good. Let it all out." She closed her eyes, clenched her teeth, and let go. Her body convulsed, her muscles contracting as she reached the peak of her orgasm. She cried out, her voice a mixture of pleasure and pain. I continued to thrust, my body moving in perfect sync with hers. I felt myself getting closer and closer to the edge. "I'm going to cum," I said, my voice barely a whisper. "Let it happen," she said, her voice trembling. "Let it all out." I closed my eyes, clenched my teeth, and let go. My body convulsed, my muscles contracting as I reached the peak of my orgasm. I cried out, my voice a mixture of pleasure and pain. I came hard, my semen shooting out of my cock in thick, pulsating spurts. It filled her cunt, spilling out onto the table. When I finally subsided, I collapsed on top of her, my body weak and trembling. I lay there for a moment, catching my breath, my heart pounding in my chest. After a few minutes, I rolled off of her, lying beside her on the table. We lay there in silence, our bodies intertwined, our breathing shallow. "That was good, wasn't it?" I asked, my voice soft. She nodded, her eyes still closed. "Yes, Dad," she whispered. "It was good." I reached out and stroked her hair, my fingers tracing the delicate lines of her face. "I'm glad you enjoyed it," I said. "Because we're going to do it again." Her eyes fluttered open, her expression a mixture of fear and anticipation. "Again?" she asked, her voice trembling. "Yes, again," I said, my voice low and husky. "We're going to do it again and again, until we're both completely satisfied." I leaned down and kissed her deeply on the lips, my tongue exploring the depths of her mouth. She responded eagerly, her tongue meeting mine in a passionate embrace. As we kissed, I reached down and stroked her clit, my fingers moving faster and faster. She moaned, her body arching with pleasure. "That's it," I said, my voice urgent. "Let it feel good. Let it all out." Her body convulsed, her muscles contracting as she reached the peak of her orgasm. She cried out, her voice a mixture of pleasure and pain. I continued to stroke her clit, my fingers moving faster and faster. Her body trembled with anticipation, her breath coming in ragged gasps. "I'm going to cum," she moaned, her voice barely audible. "Let it happen," I said, my voice husky. "Let it all out." Her body convulsed again, her muscles contracting as she reached the peak of her orgasm. She cried out louder, her voice a mixture of pleasure and pain. I watched her, mesmerized, as she rode the waves of her climax. When she finally subsided, she lay back on the table, her body limp, her breathing shallow. "That was good, wasn't it?" I asked, my voice soft. She nodded, her eyes still closed. "Yes, Dad," she whispered. "It was good." I leaned down and kissed her gently on the lips. "I'm glad you enjoyed it," I said. "Because we're still not done."