Warning: BDSM, Adoptive Incest, smut
Summary: Claire's been a bad girl and it's up to Noah to set her straight.
He finally caught her attention in the packed club. She didn’t return his phone calls for weeks so he resorted to following her, hoping he could finally talk to her. Their last meeting didn’t end so well and he was determined to make things right.
He chuckled at her expression as she sauntered over to him, wearing something fathers should never see their little girls in. If looks could kill Noah Bennett would be dead right now, she was not happy to see him.
“What are you doing here?!” she whispered as she pulled him into a dark corner for privacy.
“Me? What are you doing here? You aren’t 21.”
“Chill out, I used a fake you gave me.”
The wheels clicked as he figured out it was the fake ID he gave her when she was supposed to disappear, it made her 18 then…which now it would make her 21. He was surprised she still had it and found a use for it.
“Even so Claire, why haven’t you called me? I wanted to talk to you.”
“I’m just not ready yet…to talk about him. About everything, I’m just trying to be normal…and normal college girls sneak into bars, so can you let me be normal for once?” She batted her eyelashes hoping to get her way. It always worked.
He relented, he couldn’t say no to her when she did that. “Alright, go have fun. But I’ll still be here at the end of the night. Can we at least talk over some Chinese takeout?”
“Hmmm, I don’t know...what else is in it for me?”
“Fine. Chinese food and a ride home.”
“Haha, ok I’m sold. Thanks.” She kissed him on the cheek before returning to the dance floor.
He let out a deep breath. He thought that was going to be a lot worse. He also shot menacing glares to any of the men that looked at her.
An hour went by while he sat at the bar nursing a scotch on the rocks. She reappeared at the bar again, but only to order a drink. She didn’t acknowledge him or anything. He watched her as she flirted with a few guys while she waited for her drink. She smiled and tossed her hair around, giggled as another guy whispered something in her ear. He thought she had forgotten that he was there, but found her eyes locked intently on his and gave him a knowing grin.
“What the hell was that?” he mumbled to himself.
She appeared again twenty minutes later with her coat in hand.
“Ready to go?” she asked as she looped her arm into his.
“Where to now Claire?”
“Chinese food. I’m starving.”
“Hours of dancing will do that do you.” He liked the levity of their conversation. He decided to not bring up Nathan or anything else, he didn’t want to ruin her night. Maybe they wouldn’t need to talk about it. He hoped. He feared that if anything, this would be the thing to kill their
relationship. He was willing to do anything to keep that from happening.
“I know, trust me. Look at the size of these heels.”
She was right, she was almost as tall as him in those things.
“I know a great takeout place on 57th but we can’t sit in and eat. Maybe we can go back to my place and I’ll take you home in the morning?”
Claire mulled over the options, expensive cab back to the sorority house and eating leftover pizza or eating Chinese food and watching a movie with her dad. She knew the obvious choice, she wanted to spend time with her dad. She felt bad about avoiding him all this time, but contrary to his belief, it wasn’t because she was mad at him. It was because she felt so guilty about not appreciating everything he did for her. She knew Noah had his share of problems, but the more she thought about it, his caring for her was the root of those problems. He cared too much, he could have had it easy and turned her over, but he protected her. And paid the price each time. Each time the price got worse. The latest cost him his marriage. She felt terrible about how lonely he must be. He only moved to DC because of her. He could have retired anywhere, but he chose DC to be close to her. The least she could do was to spend time with him.
“Can we stay up and watch a movie?”
Noah felt happier than he had in months. They could get past this.
“Do you have any tshirts? I can’t wear this dress for another second.” Claire whined exasperated.
She wanted some comfy clothes immediately.
Noah went into his bedroom to grab an undershirt and a pair of boxers for her. He must have taken too long because he caught Claire attempting to take off her dress. He cleared his throat to get her attention and held up the clothes.
“Can you unzip me? I can’t reach it. Its not my dress and I don’t want to rip it.”
Noah mockingly grabbed his heart. “Thank god that is not your dress.”
“You didn’t like it?” She teased innocently
“I liked it, but so did every other man in there. I was afraid I was going to have to shoot some of them” He joked, but he really was thinking that.
“Can you just unzip me, please?”
He did as he was told and unzipped the zipper that ran down her back. He could see the back of her lacy black bra and matching panties. His fingers lightly skimmed the skin on her back as he pulled the zipper down. He felt the familiar surge of arousal in the pit of his stomach. He silently prayed she would not take off the entire thing infront of him. His prayers were answered and she grabbed the clothes he gave her and retreated into the bathroom.
He let out a sigh of relief and changed in the bedroom.
“Where’s your tv?”
“I put it in the bedroom”
“I like to watch tv in bed.”
“Ok.” Claire shrugged. She’d rather watch tv and go to sleep anyway.
Noah didn’t think that far ahead when inviting her over to watch a movie, he didn’t think it was appropriate for them to lay in bed watching a movie, especially after tonight and where his thoughts had been.
Claire climbed into his bed and got comfortable, she stretched out relishing the softness of the mattress. This was way better than the school issue mattresses.
He climbed into bed next to her and turned on the tv.
“Any requests on what to watch? I don't have a lot of movies”
“I don't care, I'll watch anything.”
He flicked through the channels before settling on HBO. An episode of True Blood was on and he decided to leave it on
“This ok? There really is nothing on tv, nothing on all 500 channels”
She laughed “This is fine, we all watch this show at the sorority house on Sundays.”
“I've only seen a few of them, I don't watch that much tv”
They got comfortable in bed and stayed silent as they watched the tv. He was surprised at the amount of sex in a tv show. He could feel himself blush and glanced over at Claire, who had an uncomfortable look on her face.
“I should change the channel...” he reached for the remote
“Aren't you uncomfortable watching this?”
“Its awkward, but don't change it. This part is almost over anyway.” She placed her hand over the hand that was holding the remote and eased it down away from the tv.
He relented. “ok, just didn't want you to be uncomfortable”
“I'm 18 dad, I know what sex is.”
He shot her a look.
“Well I do...”
“You better be behaving yourself young lady” He said in a half mocking tone
“And if I wasn't?” She was being coy, teasing him.
“Then you would be punished.”
This piqued her interest. She raised an eyebrow. “Oh yeah?”
“There are plenty of ways”
“Indulge me” she leaned into him seductively
“Well, until I know you've been a bad girl, then you won't find out”
“What if I had been...very bad?” A wicked smile appeared on her lips. He couldn’t escape her now. She saw how he was looking at her earlier.
He felt his mouth go dry as he realized where their banter was leading.
“Well, I suppose I could...” He struggled to finish his sentence. He couldn’t concentrate on what he was trying to say.
“...spank me?” She finished the sentence for him and leaned over on his lap giving him a great view of her ass.
“Claire...” He said in a half warning tone
“What?” she said in a mock innocent tone as she wiggled her ass for him.
He ran his hand over her ass and cupped one of her cheeks. He decided to play along.
“So how bad were you?”
“I guess that I'll have to punish you then.”
She nodded “mmhmm”
He lightly smacked her ass.
“That wasn't very hard”
“I was just warming up”
He brought his hand down harder this time. She let out a moan. He slapped her again harder. She groaned and bit her lip.
She wiggled to turn over but he held her hips in place.
“We're not finished yet. If you've been as bad as you said you were, then we have a lot more to go.”
He pulled down the boxer shorts exposing her lacy black thong. He slapped her again, hard enough to see a red mark appear before it faded. She whimpered and threw her head back.
“Shhh...” He cooed as he ran his hands over her ass and over her back. “I think you still have a few more to go” he pulled the lacy black thong down over her ass and removed it completely from her body. She was now naked from the waist down.
He ran his hand over the exposed skin before slapping her so hard that it stung, or at least it would have if she could feel pain. A red welt appeared and he ran his hand over it in a soothing motion until the mark disappeared.
“I think you've been punished enough”
She began to sit up when she was forced back down onto her belly. She nervously looked up at him as she laid in his lap.
“I didn't say we were through”
His hands ran over her ass exploring her until he found what he was looking for, a patch of moisture between her legs. He gently coaxed her legs apart so he could further explore her. He ran his fingers over her mound before he gently penetrated her with his fingers. He could feel that she was dripping wet and felt himself harden at the thought of being inside of her. She moaned as he found a rhythm with his fingers and she bucked her hips against his hand to match his thrusts. She could feel his erection straining against his pants and decided to take matters into her own hand. She scooted off of him so that she was now face first at his erection. His fingers did not break rhythm as she released him from his boxers. She gave the shaft a few experimental pumps before taking him into her mouth. He moaned and his thumb found her clit, causing her to feel some new sensations. He continued to thrust his fingers inside of her and matched her at the rhythm that she was sucking with.
“Oh god Claire” He moaned as she took him deep into her throat. He had to get inside of her before he lost control. He removed his fingers from her.
“Get on top of me” He panted, a slight sheen of sweat beaded on his forehead. He noticed how swollen her lips were from sucking him. She did as he said and got on top of him as he guided his erection to her opening. She gasped as he slowly slipped inside, filling her. He pulled her against him and helped her pull the tshirt over her head before kissing her deeply on the mouth. She moaned as she adjusted to his size and he began rocking against her before developing a
“oh...oh dad” She moaned as his hips thrust against hers. She could feel her heart race uncontrollably as his thrusts became harder and more deliberate. He wrapped his hands around her waist and in one quick movement he was on top of her. She hiked her legs up high so he could thrust deeper inside of her.
He stopped thrusting for a moment and kissed her again. “I love you” He leaned his forehead against hers before resuming. “I love you too” she said.
His thrusts picked up speed, he could feel himself coming closer. She wrapped her legs tightly around his waist as she continued to match his thrusts. Soon they became erratic and he felt himself spasm as he emptied himself inside of her. He laid his head in the crook of her neck as he waited for his breathing to return to normal.
He sheepishly looked up at her and brushed her hair our of her eyes.
“Hey” he said as he kissed her on the lips again.
- The End