"Sure, I'll talk to her. Thank you for telling me Kumi-san. Have a nice day." Accelerator hung up and tucked his phone in the back pocket of his jeans, getting out of his car with a deep sigh. The principal of Yuriko's school just called, informing him that she been skipping class lately.
Accelerator was just coming back from a headache-inducing Board meeting and had sincerely hoped he could get some rest before hitting the road again. But now he would have to have a little chat with his daughter…
After taking his shopping bag from the trunk, Accelerator made his way across the parking lot, heading to the luxurious apartment Yuriko had been sharing with her close friends for the past few month. He entered the room, immediately spotting Miku, doing her homework on the table and Yuriko and Miki watching TV, snuggled up on one of the beds.
Seeing her father closing the door behind him, Yuriko and Miki pulled away as she turned the TV off. "What's up, Dad?" she asked, getting a nod for sole answer. Accelerator dropped his shopping bag in a corner, looking at Yuriko with an impassive face.
"Miki-chan, go get some take-out for dinner, take Miku with you." Accelerator said, taking out a 50,000 yen from his back pocket and handing them to Miku who immediately grabbed her coat, gesturing to Miki to follow her.
"I'm not done with-" Miku tried to protest, looking at her friend's father but Accelerator insisted with a firm nod. Miku stood up and grabbed her coat as well, sighing softly.
"Take the car." Accelerator said, tossing the car keys to Miki who caught them with ease using her telekinesis. A minute later, Miku and Miki were out of the room, leaving Yuriko and Accelerator alone. She sat on the edge of the bed, looking at her father, feeling a tense atmosphere take hold of the room.
"What's wrong?" she asked hesitantly. Accelerator would usually bring dinner and fuckton of her and his favourite coffee brand back to her house when he came to visit her, or take his family and sometimes Miku and Miki to a luxurious restaurant. He seemed strained, and a bit..angry. Something was definitely wrong. He took a few steps towards her to sit on the edge of the other bed, facing her. He leaned forward slightly, resting his free forearm on his thigh, his modified cane, become unclasped from his other hand. As he looked at Yuriko straight in the eyes, her heart started beating faster.
"Kumi-sensei called." He stated, his gaze never leaving Yuriko's. She swallowed hard, he knew.
"Oh." Was Yuriko only reaction as she adverted her eyes, suddenly finding a profound interest in the lime green carpet of the room. There was a weird stain, just under the bed, it was partially hidden under it, but she spotted it nonetheless, asking herself what could have caused it. She seldom found stains, torn wallpaper or ripped carpet in luxurious apartment rooms like this one, and she could never tell the cause of these damages. As for stains, she just hoped it was ketchup or mayonnaise, not blood or other... bodily fluids.
"Skipping class won't help you completing high school…" her father's voice brought her back to reality as her eyes met his again. He looked exhausted, but still serious and strict. But despite his authoritative tone, she were ready to defend her point.
"I'm eighteen now, I can do what I want with my life…" she said, scolding herself for sounding weak as her voice faltered slightly. She raised her head a little, getting ready to argue further. "Plus, studying Home Economics won't help me taking out magician or, Angel or Magic God.… I'd better know how deflect Magic God's attack spell or how to use my wing's calculation better rather than studying and all that school bullshit. And, while I inherited mother's physique, I inherited your intellect and your ability. Including Clonoth and Qliphah Puzzle 454's contract." She stated. Her calculation is on par with her father's calculation before he get shot on the head. She pretty sure amount of people who can counter her in term of intelligence and ability can be counted in one hand. Excluding her father of course.
Accelerator closed his eyes briefly, sighing. Yuriko had a point.
"I know. But for now, just go, okay…?" He simply said. "You can make friends, have fun…" He added with a shrug. Truth be told, he didn't really know what to say. He didn't want Yuriko to go to school to get diplomas, but to bring a semblance of normalcy in her otherwise bloody life.
"What's the point of making friends you'll probably have to kill a week later…?" she asked, looking sadder than she intended.
"Yuriko…" Accelerator said, looking at her apologetically. "I'm sorry. I never wanted this for you, Last Order, or Misuzu…" He admitted, running a hand over his face. He looked miserable now. If she didn't know better, she would think he was on the verge of tears. Yuriko stood up from the bed she were sitting on and took a step forward, squatting down in front of her father, taking his hands in hers and looking at him in the eyes.
"It's okay, Dad." She said with a sweet smile. "You're right, no more skipping." she stated with a nod. "I'm sorry." She added sincerely. He smiled lovingly.
"That's my girl." He said, leaning forward slightly. She stared at his eyes for a second before her gaze fell on his lips. The entire world seemed to slow down. She contemplated his face, her right hand moving of its own accord to rest on his strong jaw, feeling his clean jaw with her fingers.
Yuriko loved her father, in every way possible. She looked up to him. She would do anything to make him proud. She were desperate for his approval. She wanted his affection, his love. Yuriko wanted him, all of him.
For the past few years, Yuriko remembered doing anything for him to notice her. She wanted him to look at her. And not only as a daughter, because she didn't only see him as a father. She knew it was wrong, so wrong. But she didn't care if she went to Hell for that if her only crime was that she loved him too much.
And a few years ago, he saw it, the change in the way she looked at him. She fought it at first. She fought that twisted, sinful desire she had for him. She tucked it away, pushed it in a dark corner of her mind, doing her best to keep it there, keep it buried where no one could see it. Because that sort of longing, this lust should never be.
But Yuriko couldn't help herself. Accelerator were in her thoughts, in her dreams, in her deepest, darkest fantasies. And she were always trying to drag him down into this pit, tempting him with her touches and her kisses. Her whole body was a sin, and her voice was a siren call. And this day, he couldn't take no more. He gave in.
That look he give her, Yuriko could see it in his eyes right now. Her grip tightened around his hand. Hers eyes closed and she leaned closer to him, gently laying her soft lips onto his. The kiss was sweet, filled with so much love and passion. He immediately responded to her, wrapping a strong arm around her waist and lifting her up to have her sit on his lap, straddling him.
He pulled her closer, Yuriko whimpered softly, feeling his warm body against hers, her big breast pressing gently against his chest, her core brushing lightly against his thigh. One of his hands went to her ass, squeezing the flesh through the fabric of her jeans as she started moving her hips back and forth, grinding against him, entangling her fingers in his now long hair.
When she finally parted, after minutes of kissing and nibbling each other's lips, Accelerator spoke. His voice was husky with lust.
"I convinced... the Principal to let you get away with it." He said. Yuriko nodded, grateful to him. "But still…" He added, and her heart skipped a beat. "You've been a naughty girl…" He said. Her body roared to life again at his words. "You know what naughty girls get, right?" He asked, looking at Yuriko straight in the eyes. Heat pooled between her legs, she knew where this was going. He was testing the waters, Yuriko been playing that game for a while now, but he always made sure she were okay with it. She always were…
Yuriko nodded slowly. Though she tried her best to keep a neutral expression, he could feel the mischief in her eyes, and he loved it. He smirked slightly, grabbing Yuriko's wrist to let her arms fall alongside her body. He gave her the 'don't move' look and started unfastening her skirts. He was suddenly firmer, more commanding and dominant. It turned Yuriko on so much.
"What happens to naughty girls, sweetheart?" Accelerator asked, unbuttoning her skirt before looking up at her again.
"They get spanked…" she replied after a few seconds of silence, her gaze never leaving his. He smirked.
"That's right." He said, getting back to work on her skirt, unzipping them while talking. "You'll get ten, girl. Count them for me, okay?" He said, Yuriko nodded obediently, lightly grinding her core against his growing erection. He gave her a warning look and she stopped moving all of sudden. "If you lose count, I'll have to start over, do you understand?" He asked, giving Yuriko a stern look, speaking with an authoritative tone that sent shivers down her spine.
"Yes, Daddy." She replied with a nod. He smiled and patted her thigh gently before getting a firm grip on her waist with one hand whilst his other hand wrapped tightly around her thigh.
With a movement of his arms, he lifted Yuriko up slightly and draped her over his thighs with ease. She were now laying on her stomach on his lap, supporting herself with her forearms on the bed. His right hand rested on her ass. Yuriko unintentionally bucked her hips, pushing her bottom against his hand, seeking for contact, or anything to ease the ache of the anticipation.
Accelerator smiled wider, pleased by Yuriko's reaction. He then grabbed the hem of her skirt and yanked them, pulling them down to her mid-thighs along with her panties. She thrust her hips again as his hand caressed the soft skin of Yuriko's now exposed behind.
"Red lace, Baby girl?" He asked, referring to her underwear. Yuriko nodded. "Tell me, do you have a matching bra?" He asked, stroking her skin gently. She closed her eyes, and she let out a shaky breath. She nodded again. Her answer was useless as he slowly lifted her shirt to expose her back and a little of the red lace that covered her breasts. Accelerator let out a throaty laugh and looked at her face. "And who do you wear that for, girl?" She knew perfectly what he wanted to hear.
"For you, Daddy…" Yuriko said, whimpering slightly, and looking straight ahead.
Accelerator licked his bottom lip, giving a satisfied grin. His gaze went back on her perfectly round ass. He stroked the soft skin lightly and grabbed one of her cheeks, squeezing it gently in his big, yet soft hand. She moaned, throwing her head back.
And without warning, his warm hand left her skin only to come down a second later, the stinging pain of the hit sending a shiver of pleasure surging through her whole body. "One." Yuriko moaned, signaling him he could proceed.
The second hit was more powerful. "Two." She groaned. He kept on going as she took the exquisite pain. Her core was soaking wet, and she could feel her walls clench painfully as it begged for attention.
A third blow hit her skin, soon followed by a fourth one, and then a fifth. "Three. Four. Five…" her voice sounded weaker every time. Accelerator paused for a second, gently running his hand over Yuriko's sore skin. She moaned again, moving her hips to lift her ass slightly, moaning again when she felt his clothed erection brush against her stomach.
"Daddy… I need you… Inside me, please." Yuriko whimpered, struggling to turn her head and look at him. But as soon as she talked, his hand came down a sixth time. Her head was thrown back again as she cried out in exquisite pain.
"If you want my cock, you gotta deserve it, brat…" He whispered in Yuriko's ear. His crude words made her moan again. "I didn't quite hear this one, sweetheart…" He then said with a sly smile.
"Six." she said. He nodded, straightening up to proceed. He smacked her ass again and again, hitting a little harder every time, caressing her skin in between the spanks. He wasn't afraid to hurt her, as he knew she could either reflect take the pain. He knew Yuriko loved it. And she kept on counting for him. "Seven. Eight. Nine…"
His fingers accidentally brushed against her wet folds. The light touch of his fingers was enough to set fire to her core. He was quite pleased to see she struggle to get more contact, eager to get her release. But she would have to wait. He wasn't done with her yet.
Yuriko let her head rest on the mattress. Her arms not able to support her weight anymore. He gave her aching flesh a light squeeze before giving it one final slap. Yuriko jumped slightly. "Ten." she whimpered. Her head was turned so that she could see his face. He was smiling lovingly to her, stroking her hair with his left hand whilst his right hand stayed on the skin of her ass, now red from the abuse, rubbing it delicately to soothe the sting.
After a few minutes, he stopped caressing Yuriko and pulled her skirt and panties off completely. He then maneuvered her so that she were sitting on his lap, straddling him once again. "I'm sorry daddy…" she said quietly, looking at him in the eyes. She were on the verge of tears. Not because of the pain, but because of the look he gave her. It was pure lust.
"Brat... Are you going to be a good girl from now on…?" He asked, pulling her close. Yuriko clung to his shirt and buried her head in the crook of his neck, breathing in his manly scent and nodding slowly. "I love you." He whispered, closing his eyes and laying a hand on her soft white hair as he started rocking her slowly.
"I love you too, Daddy." Yuriko said, closing her eyes. He moved slightly, causing his bulge to rub against her core. She whimpered. She were craving for release. The question was, would he give it to her? "Daddy?" she said, raising her head to look at him. "May I?" she asked nicely, wriggling her hips.
Accelerator smiled again. He loved when she asked him for permission. But that wasn't enough for him. He wanted to hear Yuriko say it. "May you what, brat?" He asked.
"May I come? Please, Daddy…" she begged, looking at him as if he held her life in his hands. He loved that look.
Accelerator was about to give Yuriko an answer when the low rumble of a car surprised them both. Accelerator turned around slightly to take a look through the window of the apartment room, spotting a familiar black car pulling up in the parking lot. He turned to her again, giving her a mischievous look.
"We'll have to take care of that later, brat." He said, tucking a lock of Yuriko's hair behind her ear, reveling in the disappointed and frustrated look she gave him. "Now be a good girl and get dressed." He ordered, lifting her off of him before standing up and heading to the bathroom.
Yuriko dressed up quickly, trying to ignore the burning sensation in her core as the fabric of her clothes rubbed against her sensitive flesh. She were completely dressed when Miku and Miki came back, putting the fast-food take-out on the table and sitting down to eat. Accelerator came out of the bathroom a few minutes later, settling on a chair and starting to eat.
Yuriko sat down carefully on her chair, hissing softly as she did so, a stinging pain running from her behind through her whole body. Accelerator smirked imperceptibly. She took her food from the table and started eating as well. She remained silent the whole time, shifting uncomfortably on her chair now and then, instantly regretting it when she felt a new surge of heat pool between her legs.
Accelerator would then look at her. Somehow, Yuriko were the only one to see the sly smile he would give her. And she were surely the only one to know the truth that lay behind this smile, soon Mom too. And she loved that. She briefly wonder if Mom will allow her to join when she and Dad have sex next time...