A Lesson In Self-Care
“Show me?”
Two little words, so insignificant. But they changed everything. He should have seen this coming, should have know the events of the last week were leading to this moment.
It had started with a movie. In an effort to be more affectionate with his daughter he had decided that spending time with her doing something normal would be a good start so he had sat down on the sofa and wrapped his arm around her shoulders while they watched a film together. When the actress on screen had moved her hands below the sheets and started writhing on the bed and his daughters head cocked to the side in curiosity he knew things were about to become difficult. He had reached for the remote, switching tv off but it was too late.
“What was she doing?” She asked him.
“She was touching herself. Masturbating.” He answered curtly.
“Why?”
“Because it feels good.”
“Oh. Ok.” She said, settling back down.
He had thought that was the end of it but when the next time he visited the warehouse she told him it didn’t feel good at all he knew he was wrong. She had looked so disappointed in the fact that it wasn’t as pleasurable for her as it had been for the woman in the movie that Bucky had taken pity on her and that was how he found himself in a sex shop, hood drawn up and hurriedly buying a bullet vibrator. He bought her everything she needed, this was no different he reasoned with himself.
Three days later he found the vibrator amongst the trash when he was taking it out and combined with the cranky mood she was in he deduced that she had tried it and become frustrated with it and herself. He’d opened Pandora’s box, because now his already temperamental daughter was suffering sexual frustration. Two weeks went by while Bucky waited for the storm to pass but it only got worse and worse. He waited as long as he could, unwilling to put her over his lap again but when he came to the warehouse to find a fist shaped hole in the tv he lost it. Storming upstairs he threw her door open to reveal her sat cross legged on her bed, sulking.
“I thought we were past this?” He raged.
“The tv was being stupid again. These people were fucking and they were acting like it felt good, it was annoying.” She said, frustration and hurt evident in her tone.
“It does feel good, if you do it right. Just… just keep trying, you’ll figure it out.” He grumbled.
Her head snapped up and she looked him over contemplatively.
“Show me?” She asked.
His stomach twisted and he felt ill. She didn’t know what she was asking, she didn’t understand how wrong it was for a woman to ask her father something like that. But even if she had, what else could she have done? She had nobody else, no human contact at all. He was too afraid to even let her on the internet. She was a grown woman with a grown womans body and needs and no idea how to work with it. She saw the hesitation on his face and scrambled to the edge of the bed.
“Daddy please.” She pleaded.
She wasn’t a normal girl and this wasn’t a normal situation. They didn’t have a typical relationship at all so was it really so wrong if he helped her, if he took pity on her? And it would calm her down, improve her mood. It was what was best for her, the only thing holding him back was his own shame. Surely he could push that shame aside for a few minutes to help his daughter out. He would barely have to do anything, he could use his metal hand for Christ’s sake.
“Stand up.” He ordered, decision made.
She obeyed straight away and before he could change his mind he stalked over to her. Steeling himself, he popped the button on her jeans and unzipped them, pulling them down just enough to slip his hand inside. He kept his eyes on her face as his hand cupped her mound and she looked up at him with such complete trust it made his chest feel tight. He slipped his fingers under her panties and her breath hitched as he traced along her slit, his metal digits probing between her lips. She was slick, she must have tried this herself not long ago but she wasn’t quite wet enough. If he was going to make this feel good for her, he needed her wetter. He pulled his hand away and ignored the bitter disappointment on her face.
“Lie down.” He told her and when she did, he pulled her jeans off all the way.
Ignoring the disgust and shame brewing inside him he nudged her legs apart with his knees and stood between them as she hung off the edge of the mattress. He could have asked her to do this part but deep down he wanted to be the one to do it and so he brought his fingers to his mouth, the faint taste of her on them as he coated his metal fingers in his saliva. He pulled her panties to the side with his flesh hand and slid his spit soaked fingers between her swollen lips and sought out her clit. He found it easily and she gasped loudly as he gently rubbed it.
“Is this what you needed?” He asked gently and she nodded as he pressed down on her swollen nub with his middle finger and rubbed circles into it.
“Oh! Oh Daddy please, don’t stop that.” She cried and he bit back a groan as her words sent all the blood in his brain rushing straight to his cock.
Her chest was heaving and her hands were scrabbling at the sheets as she tried to find something to hold onto, her head thrown back as he rubbed her pussy frantically, trying to push her into an orgasm. It was too pure and innocent and to beautiful for him to stand it anymore and he rubbed his hand over his own crotch, pressing down onto his cock. This was all manner of wrong and he knew that but…. She didn’t know and right now, he didn’t/couldn’t care. His baby girl was about to cum for the first time ever and it was because of him.
“Is Daddy making you feel good Babygirl? Do you like the way Daddy touches your pussy?” He asked her and moaned loudly for him.
“Yes Daddy, yes.”
He could tell from the way she was thrashing around that she was close and when her hand shot down to grab his wrist he didn’t stop, only picked up the pace instead.
“Stop, stop it’s toom much, too much. I… Oh!” She moaned.
“Shhh it’s ok. Trust me.” He assured her.
The unfamiliar pleasure she was feeling was confusing her and he was forced to pin her down by the waist with his arm and hold her still as he relentlessly and skilfully played with her pussy until she snapped. Filthy, guttural moans ripped from her throat as her spine bowed and he felt her trembling. Slick wetness gushed from her, soaking his metal hand and he felt a swelling of pride in his chest unlike anything he’d ever felt before. He gently rubbed her through the duration of the orgasm until she was too sensitive anymore and he pulled his hand away regretfully.
“Thank you Daddy.” She whispered sweetly, gazing up at him in rapture.
Gently and with care he leaned down and pressed a kiss to her forehead.
“Anything for you Babygirl.” He said, and he meant it.