Owi In Wonderland

The air in the Starbucks was thick with the aroma of coffee beans, but it wasn’t the scent that caught my attention. It was her. Owi, my best friend’s daughter, sat alone at a corner table. Her usual radiant smile was nowhere to be found. Instead, her brow was furrowed, her lips pressed into a thin line.

Something was off. I was about to approach her when a young man appeared out of nowhere. He slid into the seat across from her, his body language immediately possessive. He reached across the table, his fingers brushing against hers, and she didn’t pull away.

My stomach tightened. Who the hell is this guy? I couldn’t help myself. I pulled out my phone and snapped a few pictures—subtle, discreet. My rational mind screamed at me to stop. But the creeping, jealous part of me wanted to see where this was going.

They lingered for a while. She laughed nervously as he sipped his latte, His hand resting on her arm, caressing it in a way that made my jaw clench.

This is wrong, I thought. She’s too young, too naive. What if he’s—

But before I could finish the thought, they stood up and left the café. My feet moved before my brain could catch up. I followed them, keeping a safe distance. They wandered into Westside, a clothing store. My curiosity peaked when the guy grabbed a handful of clothes off the rack.

He headed toward the trial rooms. Owi hesitated, glancing around nervously, but she followed him anyway. My heart pounded as I snapped another picture of them disappearing into the dressing room together. My chest tightened. What are they doing in there?

I waited a beat, then another, before I made my move. I knocked at the door—hard, sharp, and unrelenting. The door cracked open slightly, and the guy’s face flushed with irritation. “What the hell, man? Can’t you see it’s occupied?” he barked.

I didn’t give him a chance to say more. I shoved the door open and stepped inside. Owi was standing there, her dress slightly askew, her cheeks crimson. The guy glared at me, but I didn’t care. In one swift motion, I slapped him across the face, the sound echoing in the small space.

“This is a trial room,” I snapped, my voice low and dangerous. “Not your damn bedroom.” I turned to Owi, my tone softening but still laced with authority. “Owi, what the hell are you thinking? This is risky. What if someone else had walked in? What if security caught you two?”

She looked down, her hands trembling. The guy stammered something unintelligible, but I cut him off. “Both of you, meet me in the parking lot. My car. Now.” I didn’t give them a chance to argue.

I waited by my car, my arms crossed, my mind racing. What the hell was I doing? This wasn’t my place. I wasn’t her father. But the thought of someone taking advantage of her made my blood boil.

They arrived a few minutes later, the guy looking sheepish, Owi still avoiding my gaze. “Relax,” I said, trying to ease the tension. “I’m taking you to my house. We need to talk.” The guy mumbled something about his bike, and I gestured for him to follow us.

The drive was silent, the weight of what had just happened hanging heavy in the air. When we arrived at my house, I led them inside, my mind still racing. I didn’t know where this was going, but I knew one thing. I wasn’t letting her out of my sight. Not until I figured out what the hell was going on.

The tension in the room was palpable as we sat down in the living room. Owi fidgeted with the hem of her dress, her eyes darting around the room but never landing on mine. The guy—what was his name? I hadn’t even asked—sat stiffly, his hands clenched into fists on his knees.

“So,” I began, my voice calm but firm. “Who wants to start explaining?”

For a moment, no one spoke. Then, Owi let out a shaky breath. “It’s not what you think,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “We weren’t doing anything wrong.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Really? Because from where I was standing, it looked like you two were about three seconds away from getting kicked out of that store.”

The guy—let’s call him him for now—cleared his throat. “Look, man, it’s none of your business. Owi’s an adult. She can make her own choices.”

I leaned forward, my eyes narrowing. “Here’s the thing: Owi is an adult. But she’s also my goddaughter. And if I think someone’s taking advantage of her, you better believe I’m going to make it my business.”

Owi’s face flushed, her hands gripping the edge of the couch. “He’s not taking advantage of me,” she said, trembling. “I… I wanted to…”

Her words trailed off, and I could see the conflict in her eyes. She was torn, unsure of herself, unsure of him. I softened my tone, reaching out to place a hand on her knee. “Owi, you don’t have to be afraid to talk to me. Whatever’s going on, we can figure it out.”

She looked up at me, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. “I just… I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t want to say no, but I didn’t know how to say yes.”

My heart ached for her. She was so young, so inexperienced. And this guy was pushing her into something she wasn’t ready for. I turned to him, my voice cold. “You. Out. Now.”

He hesitated, his eyes narrowing. “Who the hell do you think you are?”

I stood up, my voice rising. “I’m the guy who’s about to throw you out the door if you don’t leave on your own. Now get the hell out of my house.”

He shot Owi a look—part pleading, part frustration—before storming out, slamming the door behind him. The silence that followed was deafening. Owi sat there, her shoulders hunched, her hands clenched in her lap.

“Owi,” I said softly, sitting down beside her. “Talk to me.”

She exhaled shakily, her eyes meeting mine. “I don’t know what I’m doing,” she admitted. “I thought I was ready, but… I’m not. I just didn’t know how to tell him.”

I nodded, understanding her confusion. “It’s okay not to be ready. And it’s okay to say no. You don’t owe anyone anything, okay?”

She nodded, tears spilling down her cheeks. I pulled her into a hug, feeling her tremble against me. For a long moment, we just sat there, the weight of the unspoken words hanging between us.

And then, as if sensing the shift in the air, Owi looked up at me, her eyes searching mine. “Do you… do you think I’m pretty?”

The question caught me off guard, but I answered without hesitation. “Of course I do. You’re beautiful, Owi. Inside and out.”

She bit her lip, her gaze dropping to my lips. “Then… would you… show me? Show me what it’s supposed to feel like?”

My breath caught in my throat. “Owi, I…”

Before I could finish, she leaned in, her lips brushing against mine in a tentative kiss. It was soft and hesitant, but there was no denying the heat that sparked between us.

I should have pulled away. I should have stopped this before it went any further. But the moment her lips touched mine, all rational thought flew out the window. I kissed her back, cupping her cheek as I deepened the kiss. Her breath hitched, her hands clutching at my shirt as she pressed herself against me.

The chemistry between us was undeniable, the tension that had been building between us finally boiling over. My heart pounded in my chest. I pulled her closer, my tongue slipping into her mouth as she moaned softly against me.

This is wrong, a small voice in the back of my mind whispered. She’s your goddaughter. She’s too young. But for the first time in my life, I didn’t care. I just wanted her, wanted to feel her against me. I wanted to give her the experience she’d been searching for.

I pulled back slightly, my breathing ragged as I looked into her eyes. “Are you sure about this?” I asked, my voice husky.

She nodded, her eyes filled with desire. “I’m sure.”

And with that, the last shred of restraint I had snapped. I kissed her again, harder this time. My hands roamed over her body as she melted against me. Her skin was soft, her curves perfect, and the way she responded to my touch. It was intoxicating.

I slipped my hand under her dress, my fingers brushing against the lace of her underwear. She gasped, her hips bucking against my hand as I teased her through the fabric. “Do you like that?” I murmured against her lips.

She nodded, her breath coming in short, shallow pants. “Yes…”

And then, just as I was about to slip my fingers inside her, I paused, looking into her eyes. “Owi, are you sure—”

“I’m sure,” she interrupted, her voice firm. “I want this. I want you.”

I pulled my hand back, my fingers still tingling from the heat of her body. Owi’s eyes were wide, her chest rising and falling with each shallow breath. She looked at me with vulnerability and desire, her lips slightly parted. She was waiting, trusting me to guide her through this.

“Owi,” I said softly, my voice thick with need. “Are you sure? This isn’t something we can take back.”

She nodded, her hands trembling as she reached for the hem of her dress. “I’m sure, daddy. I want you to teach me. Show me what real pleasure feels like.”

Her words sent a jolt of heat through me. I watched as she slowly lifted the dress over her head, revealing her lithe, beautiful body. The dim light of the room caught the curve of her shoulders, the softness of her stomach, and the gentle swell of her breasts.

She stood there, completely bare except for her pantie. I could feel the intensity of her gaze on me. I took a step closer, my hands reaching to cup her face. Her skin was warm. Her cheeks flushed with anticipation. “You’re so beautiful,” I whispered, my thumb brushing over her bottom lip.

She leaned into my touch, her breath hitching as I leaned in to kiss her. Our lips met in a slow, tender kiss that quickly deepened. Her hands found their way to my chest, her fingers curling into the fabric of my shirt. I could feel her heartbeat racing, her body trembling with need.

I broke the kiss, my hands sliding down to her waist. “Let me take care of you,” I murmured, my voice low and rough. She nodded, her eyes never leaving mine. I slipped my fingers under the waistband of her panties, pulling them down her legs.

She stepped out of them, her body now completely exposed to me. I could see the faint blush spreading across her chest, her nipples hardening under my gaze. I knelt in front of her, my hands gripping her hips. “Relax,” I said softly, my lips brushing against the inside of her thigh.

She let out a soft whimper, her hands reaching to steady herself on my shoulders. I kissed my way up her thigh, my tongue tracing a path towards her core. She was trembling, her breath coming in short, shallow pants.

When my lips finally met her pussy, she let out a gasp, her fingers tightening on my shoulders. I could feel her wetness, the heat of her arousal, as I slowly licked her. She moaned, her hips bucking against my mouth.

“Daddy!” she cried, her voice trembling with pleasure.

I continued to lick her, my tongue circling her clit as I slipped a finger inside her. She was tight, her walls clenching around my finger as I pressed deeper. Her moans grew louder, her body writhing with pleasure.

“You like that?” I murmured against her pussy, my breath hot against her sensitive skin.

“Yes…!” she gasped, her hips grinding against my mouth. “Don’t stop, daddy… please don’t stop…”

I added another finger, my hand moving in rhythm with my tongue. She was close, her body tensing as she neared the edge. I could feel her trembling, her moans growing more desperate.

“Come for me, Owi,” I whispered, my tongue flicking her clit.

She let out a cry, her body shuddering as she came. Her legs gave out, and I caught her, lifting her into my arms. She was light, her body fitting perfectly against mine. I carried her to the bed, laying her down gently.

She looked up at me, her eyes half-lidded with pleasure. “That was… amazing,” she whispered, her voice soft and breathless.

I smiled, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “That was just the beginning.”

I leaned down, capturing her lips in a deep, passionate kiss. My hands roamed over her body, tracing the curve of her waist and the softness of her thighs. She moaned into the kiss, her hands gripping my shoulders.

“I want more,” she whispered, her voice trembling with need. “I want you, daddy…”

I kissed her again, my hand sliding between her legs. She was still wet, her body still trembling from her orgasm. I teased her, my fingers circling her clit as I kissed her neck.

“Patience, Owi,” I murmured against her skin. “The best is yet to come.”

She moaned, her hips bucking against my hand. “I can’t wait… please, daddy… I need you…”

I kissed her again, my hand moving lower, sliding a finger inside her. She gasped, her body arching against mine. I added another finger, my thumb pressing against her pussy. She moaned, her hands clutching at the sheets.

“You’re so tight,” I whispered, my fingers moving inside her. “So perfect…”

“Daddy!” she cried out, her body trembling with pleasure. “I’m… I’m going to…”

I moved my fingers faster, my thumb rubbing her clit in tight circles. She came with a cry, her body shuddering as she clung to me. I kissed her, my fingers slowing as she rode out her orgasm.

When she finally relaxed, I pulled my fingers from her, kissing her softly. “You’re amazing,” I whispered, my voice thick with need.

She looked up at me, her eyes filled with desire. “I want more,” she murmured, her hands reaching for my belt. “I want all of you…”

I let out a low growl, my body aching with need. “Are you sure?”

Her eyes met mine, filled with determination. “I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.”

I hesitated for a moment, my hand cupping her face. “If we do this, there’s no turning back.”

She nodded, her fingers fumbling with my belt. “I know, daddy. I want this. I want you.”

I watched as she unbuckled my belt, her hands trembling with need. She pulled my pants down, her eyes widening as she saw the length of my cock. She reached out, her fingers wrapping around me, and I let out a low groan.

“You’re so big…,” she whispered, her voice filled with awe.

I groaned, my hips bucking against her hand. “You’re so tight, Owi. Are you sure you can take me?”

She nodded, her hand moving up and down my shaft. “I want to try, Daddy. I want to feel you inside me.”

I leaned down, capturing her lips in a deep, passionate kiss. “Alright,” I murmured against her lips. “But we’ll take it slow.”

She nodded, her hand still gripping me. I reached between her legs, my fingers sliding inside her once more. She moaned, her hips bucking against my hand. I kissed her neck, my fingers moving in and out of her, preparing her for what was to come.

“You’re so wet,” I whispered, my voice rough with need. “So ready for me.”

“Yes, Daddy,” she gasped, her body trembling with pleasure. “Please… I need you…”

I pulled my fingers from her, positioning myself at her entrance. I looked into her eyes, my hand cupping her face. “Are you ready?”

She nodded, her eyes filled with trust. “I’m ready, daddy.”

I pushed into her slowly, watching her face for any sign of discomfort. She gasped, her body tensing as I filled her. I paused, giving her time to adjust.

“Relax, Owi,” I murmured, my voice soft and reassuring. “Just breathe.”

She nodded, her body slowly relaxing around me. I pushed deeper, groaning as her tightness enveloped me. She moaned, her hands gripping my shoulders.

“Daddy…,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “It’s… it’s so much…”

I kissed her, my hips moving slowly inside her. “You’re doing so well, Owi. Just relax and let me take care of you.”

She nodded, her body slowly relaxing as I began to move. I started with slow, deep thrusts, watching her face as her pleasure built. She moaned, her hips rocking against mine.

“That’s it,” I whispered, my voice rough with need. “You feel so good, Owi. So fucking tight…”

She moaned, her hands clutching at my shoulders. “Daddy… it feels so good… please, don’t stop…”

I groaned, my hips moving faster as her body began to respond. She was so tight, so warm, and I could feel her body beginning to tremble with pleasure. I reached between us, my thumb pressing against her clit, and she cried out, her body arching against the bed.

“Daddy… I’m going to cum!” she gasped, her body tensing as she neared the edge.

“Cum for me, Owi,” I growled, my hips slamming into her. “Let go…”

She cried out, her body shuddering as she came. I could feel her walls clenching around me, her pleasure pulling me closer to the edge. I groaned, my hips moving faster as I chased my release.

“Owi… I’m close…,” I gasped, my body trembling with the effort to hold back.

“Come inside me, Daddy,” she whispered, her voice soft and pleading.

I groaned, my body finally giving in. I thrust into her one last time, my hips jerking as I came deep inside her. She moaned, her body trembling with the aftershocks of her orgasm.

We stayed like that for a moment. Our bodies still joined as we caught our breath. I leaned down, capturing her lips in a soft, tender kiss.

“You were amazing,” I whispered, my voice filled with awe.

She smiled, her eyes filled with contentment. “Thank you, Daddy. For everything.”

I kissed her again, my heart swelling with a mix of emotions I wasn’t quite ready to acknowledge.

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