The tension had built up for far too long, and they'd both spent far too many nights desperately fucking their own hands for an empty release. Finally, things came to head, when Emma went to Boston for the weekend.

She was sitting at the bar with a few old friends when she got the first text of the evening from her father.

It was a picture of the man looking sad, his lip sticking out in a pouting gesture, with a caption that read, "Missing you."

She was surprised. The teasing had been escalating for months now, at an agonizingly slow pace. But he'd never been so straightforward with her.

At first, she didn't know how to reply, but she managed to type back, "Miss you too."

"Nah. You're having fun without me."

"Not really. You're far more entertaining. All these girls do anymore is drink."

"I really miss you…"

"Yeah, you said that. I miss you too, silly. Don't be such a sap."

Then, her father shocked her with his next message, which contained a photo of a very obvious tent in his boxers, just below his chiseled abdomen, with the caption, "No. I really, really miss you, Emma."

"Oh, fuck," she gasped, staring down at the phone, until one of her friends drunkenly shoved her shoulder.

"Who the hell is that sexy hunk?" the woman asked her with a grin as she looked over Emma's shoulder at the screen of her cell phone. "Does Emma have a boyfriend?!"

"What? No! Jesus. Piss off!"

The woman just laughed and returned her attention to the alcoholic beverage on the bar in front of her while Emma turned hers back to the phone.

"My friend thinks you're hot."

"But do you?"

Emma froze. The teasing hadn't stopped, but she'd continually denied its meaning to herself, refusing to acknowledge the feelings that went along with their actions. Now, she was in a position to lie… or confess.

"Maybe."

It was a cop-out, but it worked in her favor. In an effort to gain her attention, he'd lost most of his composure. The next image he sent was similar to the last, except that this time, his hand was beneath the waistband of his boxers.

"Do you miss me now, princess?"

Princess. Emma loved when he called her that. It sent shivers through her body and made her melt.

"Yes."

"Show me."

"I'm leaving, guys," Emma announced to her friends, rising from the bar stool. "I'll catch up with you tomorrow for lunch before I head home."

"Aww, c'mon, Em. Don't leave! It's early still," one of her friends whined, but Emma ignored her, smiled, and walked out of the establishment.

Her heart raced as she made her way back to her hotel, and once she reached it, she nearly tore the clothes from her body. She was nervous, but this had escalated to the point of no return. She was in the game, whether she was ready to play or not.

When she sent David a picture similar to his, with her hand very clearly in her panties, he groaned loudly and gave his erection one slow, solid stroke.

Emma retained control, removing her hand once the picture was taken, and waited for his reply.

"I assume you're back at your hotel. Can I call you?"

"Sure."

To Emma's surprise, though, the call request that appeared on her screen was for video. Having expected an audio call, Emma froze briefly, staring down at her half-naked body, deciding what to do next. If she answered the call, there was no going back.

But as she pictured his hand in his boxers, his erection eager and waiting for her, she realized that rejecting the call was not an option.

By the time she answered, she was smiling slyly.

"Hey," she said casually, holding the phone close to her face so that he couldn't see the bra she was wearing, but could see the straps on her shoulders.

"Hi, princess. Did you have a good night out?"

"Well, you ruined it for me," she teased him. "I had to leave in a rush."

"Oh, really? And why is that, my dear?"

All of the pet names her father used electrified her, and she found that when he used them, she could not refuse any request that he made.

"I felt you deserved a proper response to your gift."

"My gift?"

"The picture of your Spartan warrior body, silly. I'll treasure it always."

"Well, I suppose your response was a fitting thank you."

He smiled brightly at her. Emma loved the way his eyes sparkled whenever he was playful with her. They were beautiful. He was beautiful. It was hard for her to believe that such a creation had graced the Earth, but there he was, on the other end of the phone, shirtless, in only his boxers.

Slowly, David pulled the phone away from his face and tilted it downwards, showing her the tent in his boxers.

Then, voice low and painfully seductive, he husked, "That's what you do to me, Emma."

"Fuck," Emma cursed under her breath.

"What was that, princess?" David mocked with a smirk.

"N-Nothing."

"What's the matter, love? Do you want to see a little more?"

Emma's lips parted slightly at the prospect of seeing what she knew was beneath his boxers. Seeing her stunned response, David took her surprised reaction as a 'yes' and slowly slid the waistband of the garment down until the base of his penis was barely visible. Her heart stopped as she stared at the close-up shot of his curls, and what they led to.

"Fuck, David," she breathed. "What are you doing?"

"Your turn, princess," he told her, still smiling as he pulled the waistband back up, covering himself once more.

"I…" Emma started, but when she saw his pouting lip sticking out, she blushed slightly.

"C'mon, baby girl…" he cooed. "Show Daddy."

Fuck, she cursed – silently that time. I'm done for. I'm going to Hell.

But this didn't stop her. Her racing heart urged her on as she moved the camera close to her crotch and pulled her panties down, just slightly, so that he could see a little more of what was beneath.

"That's it, baby," David sighed, keeping the camera focused on his own crotch as his hand stroked his length once more.

When Emma saw him do this, her heart nearly stopped. He was touching himself, right in front of her. Thinking about her. Her. And she was thinking about him…

Looking down, Emma noticed that her panties were quite clearly very wet already, as there was a darkened spot between her legs where her arousal had pooled. Feeling a pang of nervousness, she began to move the camera away, unintentionally offering David a shot of her red lace bra.

"Oh, darlin'. That's perfect," he said. "Such a pretty girl. But you know what Daddy would like even better?"

Emma tilted the camera up so he could see her face again and shook her head with an innocent smile.

"I'd like it if you'd show me what's underneath that pretty bra of yours."

She shivered, feeling nervous, but unclasped the bra with one hand anyway, revealing to him her pert, pink nipples.

"Oh, yes, baby girl… That's it. That's what Daddy likes."

Blushing brightly now, Emma slowly straightened her back and looked into the camera, saying, "What else would Daddy like?"

"To be inside you."

His bluntness was shocking, so Emma froze immediately and stared blankly, nearly dropping the phone. They'd never been so explicit in a conversation, only ever light teasing. This was a whole new realm of play for them both.

When she was silent, David finally asked, "Would you like that, Emma? Would you like Daddy inside you?"

"I…" she stammered, still frozen.

"I thought you missed me, babydoll," he whined, pouting once more.

"I… I do…"

"Are you wet right now, sweetie?"

"David…"

"Yes, princess?"

"I'm…"

"Go on…"

"We should stop…"

Instantly, David pulled the camera away from his crotch and held it up to his face, suddenly looking serious.

"Emma, if this is too much, we don't have to-"

"No, it's just… It's just…"

"It's just what, love?"

"Wrong? I don't know. I mean… I know it's wrong. But it doesn't… feel wrong. You know?"

With a soft sigh and a small smile, he replied, "I know, darlin'. It feels right." When Emma licked her lips, taking in the sight of his bare chest, David recognized her subtle gesture of arousal and added, "Especially right here," reaching back into his boxers and giving himself another long, lazy stroke.

"D-Dad," Emma blurted, stammering.

"It's alright, Em," her father cooed. "We don't have to tell anyone. It's just you and me tonight, baby girl. Now, tell Daddy what you want."

Swallowing her nervousness, Emma replied, "I want… I want to see your cock, Daddy."

David almost groaned at this as he wasted no time beginning to pull his boxers down. His movement was still slow, seductive even, and the anticipation drove Emma wild with desire. The more length appeared, the more obvious the rush of arousal between her legs became, until she felt herself dripping.

"Show Daddy yours, baby?" David hummed with a playful smile, as the head of his penis appeared from under the waistband of his red boxers and sprung up, erect.

As soon as Emma saw it, she nearly gasped. The entirety of him was much larger than she'd expected, and she immediately found herself wondering if he would even fit inside her. How full she might feel. How it might hurt, at first. And then… how bad she wanted it.

When his daughter went quiet, David encouraged her, saying, "C'mon now, love. Show Daddy."

Obeying, Emma moved the phone down, offering him a close-up shot of the dark, wet spot between her legs. The sight of her tight, muscular thighs made David's cock twitch and pulse with want, so he let out a soft groan and dragged his hand along his length.

Seeing all of him this time, Emma then noticed the drops of precum on the head of David's cock, begging to be licked clean. But she could only lick her lips and long for the taste of him. In a near-desperate attempt to gain some relief, she reached into her panties and slid two fingers along her dripping slit, brushing her clit just slightly with her fingertips.

"Don't hide from me, love," David chided her. "Show me. Daddy wants to see you dripping."

With careful but shaking hands, Emma wiggled out of her panties, offering him the same drawn-out show that he'd given her. By the time her sex was fully exposed, she felt as though her heart would burst from her ribcage and escape her, but she managed to stay calm enough to repeat her previous movement in front of the camera, without the fabric to hide the mess her body had created.

"Oh, God, baby girl," her father groaned, this time gripping the base of his cock firmly in his fist. "Wanna be inside you."

She was surprised when he pulled his hand away suddenly, then set the phone down on the bed as well.

"Daddy?"

The view of the ceiling of his bedroom was less than exciting, but the shot quickly moved back to her father's erection as the man slathered lubricant over the length of it with his free hand.

"Right here, sweetheart," he reassured her, once again stroking himself from base to head, gently pinching and rubbing his thumb over the slit in the tip. "You like this, baby?"

"Mhmm…"

Emma's hand now had a mind of its own. She was no longer trying to impress or arouse him. Instead, her body sought relief from the tension he had created within her. The coiling heat in her belly was intoxicating, but she needed to quench her thirst for him, even if it was only for a brief moment. She knew she wouldn't last long, so her next movements were also slow and drawn-out. At first, she avoided her clit, simply sliding her fingers back and forth between her folds, parting them occasionally to give David a better view.

As she watched, she felt sweat pooling in various places on her body, and her need for an orgasm overtook her. The glistening of the slickness covering David's member had Emma imagining what her own arousal would look like coating his length. Not surprisingly, David was thinking something very similar as his hand worked up a lazy rhythm.

"You want this inside you, princess?" David asked breathlessly, struggling to pull air in his lungs as his body approached orgasm.

"Mmm," Emma hummed. "Yes, Daddy."

Hearing her call him 'Daddy' was likely David's biggest turn-on. She knew exactly how to get him off, even though they'd never done this before. Somehow, she was doing everything perfectly to bring him to the edge.

"Good girl. C'mon, baby. Put those fingers inside your pretty cunt."

Biting her lip, Emma then did as she was told, slowly pushing two of her fingers past her entrance and up into her core. Her head tilted back, and she moaned as she felt herself growing fuller. Still, she longed to feel his girth inside her. The two fingers weren't enough.

"One more," David ordered, somehow knowing exactly what she needed.

As soon as the third finger entered her, spreading her wide, Emma moaned, "Daddy," then bit down harder on her lip, until she drew a small amount of blood.

"That's it. Come on, baby girl," he urged her.

Releasing all control, Emma tilted her head back up to look at the screen of her phone again as she pumped her own fingers in and out of her core, gasping shallowly with each movement. She was surprised each time she entered herself, surprised at the way her walls clamped down. She'd masturbated before, but never like this. Never had it felt so… so good.

It was unbelievably fulfilling and incredibly disappointing at the same time. On the one hand, the sight of her father's hard, thick cock being pumped steadily by his large hand got her off more than any lover or even pornography ever had. On the other, she wanted his length inside her more than anything, and the absence of him made her ache.

"Need you inside me," she finally whimpered, her movements growing frantic as she neared her peak.

"I know, baby," David panted in return, pumping harder to catch up to her as he sensed how close she was. "I know. I want that too. Wanna fuck you so hard."

"Oh, God. God. Fuck. Daddy… Daddy. Gonna come!"

"Yes, baby," he gasped. "Come for me. Come for Daddy."

When her soft moans became desperate, loud, high-pitched whines, David watched eagerly for the last flood of her arousal to soak her hand, and he wasn't disappointed when her orgasm made this a reality.

When she screamed, "Daddy!" David groaned loudly.

Then, he roared, "Ah, fuck," as his hips thrust up in an uncontrolled jerk and semen erupted from the head of his hard shaft, splashing over his fist and onto his abdomen. Once he'd regained some of his composure, David breathed, "Fuck, Em. Fuck. You're so good for Daddy."

With a satisfied smile, Emma curled onto her side, moving the phone up towards her face, and looked into the camera.

"Don't look so smug," he scolded her, but he couldn't hold back his own smirk as he pulled the sheets of his bed up to his waist and gazed into her bright, loving eyes.