Chapter 20 - Eleanor

Play dead.

I didn't turn my television on all evening. Every time I glanced over at it, disappointment would flood through me. What was he doing down there? Would he get married soon? Would I have to go to their wedding? Would I hold his children? The entire idea was bizarre and hurt my stomach. This was not how it was supposed to happen. None of it!

My Daddy was supposed to be old, unattractive, and more like a father than a...

My bottom clenched reflexively as I recalled what happened between Callahan and I. We'd both crossed a line. I could have stopped him at any time. I should have stopped him but I didn't. My emotions were all over the place and I just wanted to feel good for a moment. And I had. It had felt incredibly good. I'd never felt pleasure like that before and it made me yearn for more.

It was probably for the best that he'd gone with the other Daddies. Embarrassment washed over me as I realized that he must have seen right through my offer, and it was why he'd refused. He regretted what we'd done and was drawing the line.

I couldn't fault him for that. For doing his duties.

If he had to go down to Gen Pop and find himself a wife he was allowed to love and touch and give pleasure to, it wasn't fair of me to stop him. I lost my chance for a life like that when Milton disappeared. I needed to accept that.

I fell asleep on top of my blankets, clutching the drawing I'd done of me, holding hands with a faceless figure.

I woke up sometime later in a cold sweat, panting with fear and looking around the dark room frantically. I grabbed my bear and clutched it tightly as I cried.

I couldn't remember my dream, but terror overwhelmed me, and I couldn't shake it. With my entire body shaking, I climbed off the bed and went to my Daddy's door, still holding my bear. I knocked, and when he didn't answer, I pushed the button to open the door. Out of respect, I normally didn't use it, but I was scared and needed comfort.

The door opened and I took a trembling step in. "Daddy? Are you here?"

I remembered that he'd gone out. I crept deeper into his room and disappointment flooded my gaze as I saw his bed perfectly made and empty. I stood there, silently crying for a moment before going to his bed and lifting the comforter. I crawled into his bed and inhaled deeply. The scent of his soap and cologne relaxed me enough to close my eyes. I couldn't go back to my room, I decided. Not tonight. I soon fell asleep and was woken again sometime later by a loud thump.

I stiffened but didn't move.

"Eleanor, fuck, you're beautiful." Callahan's voice filled the room. "If I lift you up, you're gonna wake up. I can barely walk straight, Jesus H. Christ." He hiccuped. I closed my eyes and pretended to be asleep. He stumbled to his bathroom, and I heard rustling, and then he returned to the bedroom.

"There, if we're gonna share a bed, at least I won't smell like vomit."

He threw up? Was he sick? It took everything in me not to react to his words. I was afraid he'd yell at me for coming into his room uninvited. I'd be more embarrassed and I wasn't sure my emotions could handle the shame. I'd never be able to look Callahan in the eyes ever again.

Carefully, I peaked my eyes open, just enough to see what was going on. My heart sped up as my vision adjusted to the darkness and I saw him, standing on the other side of the bed. He was only in his underwear. Dark, plaid shorts that went high up his thighs. My eyes scanned up. I could see every line in his muscled stomach, and he had a tattoo on his pectoral, but I couldn't make it out in the dark.

"This is a bad idea," he muttered. "Especially having seen what I just did."

He lifted the blanket on his side and my breathing quickened as he climbed in beside me. I tried to steady myself. If I wasn't careful, he'd realize I wasn't asleep. We were only inches from each other. If I rolled even a little, we'd be touching.

What had he seen? I wanted to ask, but I knew even if we weren't in this situation, he'd never tell me. Daddies kept secrets for each other. That much I knew.

A rough, warm hand fell on my face and I nearly jumped out of my skin. Callahan cupped my cheek and stroked my skin.

"You're so much prettier than the girls down there. They don't compare."

He'd been drinking. His breath on my face smelled like mint, but he must have spilled some of his whiskey on himself at some point because while faint, the scent was still there. It mixed with his cologne in a familiar, intoxicating mess. I clenched my thighs together and closed my eyes completely.

"Eleanor, I shouldn't want you like this. This is so wrong. You're..."

I waited. I was what? His Young Lady? His best friend's girl?

"Such a cunt."

I jerked slightly, and he chuckled but didn't seem to register my movements as anything other than restlessness. His hand moved away from my face.

"But I think that's why I like you so much. When I spanked you, it was the hottest thing I've ever done with a girl. I'd never been that hard before."

My heart was going crazy. I worried that he'd be able to hear it through my chest.

"Fuck, I don't know if I can do this." He shifted, and suddenly I felt movement from his side of the bed. It was fast and short jerks.

He was stroking himself.

A deep groan came from his throat, confirming it.

"Oh, Eleanor, sweet, cunty, Eleanor."

I wasn't sure how to feel that he was pleasuring himself as he said mean things about me. It was... doing interesting things to me. Excitement pooled between my legs and my body ached to be touched.

I'd never considered touching myself...

Would it feel as good as when he'd touched me?

"How I'd love to be the one to shut you up with my dick. I'd make you choke."

I could hardly breathe thinking about it. He reached his hand out, finding my breast over my nightgown. "Fuck, you're perfect." He ran his thumb along my nipple, causing it to rise from the new, thrilling sensation.

Even Milton had never dared touch me there.

"Would you wake up if I..." His words trailed off and he pinched my nipple between his fingers. A soft gasp escaped my lips and it worked to spur him on. His stroking grew faster, more furious. Suddenly his breath hitched and something warm hit my thighs and belly.

He groaned loudly as he pumped his hand, spilling the rest of himself on me. I lay as still as I possibly could, despite the utter shock of what he'd just done.

The evidence was on me.

What do I do?

I felt disgusted but also incredibly... needy.

I nearly leaped out of my skin when Callahan reached out, running his fingers over the mess, and wiping it off my thighs.My lips parted as I tried to relax.

"Such a good girl, and you don't even know it."

His fingers found my lips and he ran his pointer finger along my bottom lip.

"I want you to taste me." Slowly, he pushed his finger into my mouth and I tasted the saltiness of him. As if acompletelynaturalreaction, my tongue jutted out, rolling around his finger to suck every last drop from his finger. He gasped and shoved his finger deeper into my mouth until I gagged. He pulled his finger completely out and sighed.

"I'm going to hell," he muttered, and suddenly I was being dragged across the bed and rolled over, so my back was to his chest. He snuggled me tight, and soon, he was lightly snoring.

If he was going to hell for masturbating in front of me, what was going to happen to me for liking it so much?