Daddy Issues - Part 2 (Issues Addressed)
As I walked out of the bathroom, I knew what I wanted. I entered the hall found her checking notes on her calendar. She looked at me and smiled. I walked beside the couch and looked at the photographs of her family on the wall, old, new, many. They looked weirdly bright in the dim light of the chandelier coloring the room with a shade of yellow. I pointed at a picture on the wall, “Your dad is an exceptionally handsome man.” She stepped beside me and nodded, looking at the photograph tenderly, putting her left hand on the wall for the support. I longed for this moment. “Close your eyes,” I told her. She was a little confused, “What?” I said authoritatively, “Stand as it is, facing the wall, and don’t open your eyes till I ask you to.” She closed her eyes with a careless shrug. I walked behind her, just a few inches away, took my lips near her right ear and said slowly, “Ragi…” She replied, “My Dad calls me Ragi.” “I know. Now reply with just hmm or Nah. Understood, Ragi?” She hummed. “You know, all those times Daddy scolded you for no reasons, even when you were a good daughter?” I waited till she hummed, “Daddy didn’t want to. It’s just that your face reminds him of your mother so much, and he hates that he loved her, and he hates that he loves you.” She hummed. “You chose Daddy when you could go with her, and Daddy loves you for that, but hates seeing her eyes in your eyes, her smile in yours.” She put more of her weight on the wall due to the emotions she had never been exposed to and hummed. “I’m proud of you, for everything you are, for keeping up with me.” She asked back, “Are you…” And stopped right there. I took my lips very close to her right ear and whispered brushing her earlobes, “Call me Daddy?” She took a trembling breath. I was worried about this crucial moment that could make or break what I built. “Are you proud of me, Daddy?” She said slowly. I hummed in her ear. “I have always been. But…” I deliberately paused. She asked, “But…?” I built on old information, “have you noticed that look in my eyes Ragi, when you can’t decide if it is for my daughter or the lover who left me?” She hummed after a long moment. I added, “That’s me trying to find my lost lover in you but I get scared that I will hurt my daughter.” I brushed her earlobes again with my lips, “But Ragi, sometimes I wonder…” I paused strategically. She hummed. “I wonder if your hair has the same fragrance as hers Ragi,” I pleaded, “Will I ever find?” I took my face back and saw her expressions from the side. There was little sweat on her forehead as she breathed quicker. It was a long moment for both of us. I helped her decide, “Daddy will be happy Ragi if…” I hadn’t even finished the sentence when she moved her left hand, opened her bun and let her long black hair fall on her back. I stepped behind her, and stroked her silky hair with affection, then rubbed my nose delicately moving them aside to progress towards her back of the neck. The moment the tip of my nose met her neck and I held her waist from both sides, she shivered with excitement and put both her hands on the wall shifting all the weight. I inhaled the fragrance of her neck, it was like someone hit me with millions of crushed flowers. I took my lips to her right ear and bit her earlobe a little. She whispered in reflex, “Daddy!” “Ragi,” I whispered back, “I wonder will you moan, or hiss if I kiss your neck.” Her breath noised the way dry leaves make a sound in the summer wind. She hummed. I took my lips little below and first kissed her neck deeply, gave slight tongue, and as she voiced, “Uh,” I bit her slowly and then sucked her neck as she moaned, “Aaah!” She ran out of breaths as I reddened her neck. I brought my lips back to her ear but didn’t speak. The tick of wall-clock was audible. I noticed the pointy bulge in her bosom, the long peanuts had risen. She hummed breaking the silence and gulped. I worded my ultimate desire, “Ragi, I wonder if your nipples are like hers, long and firm, in the peak of those soft hills which don’t fit my big rough palms.” She took a long moment, then stood straight leaving the wall, and took both the straps off and slid her midi till her stomach, leaving the strapless black bra exposed to the speechless me. I stood dumbfounded in the anticipation of the next moment, so immersed that she had to say, “Daddy!” A finger pointed on the hooks from above her neck. I carefully unhooked her bra, and she held it from falling putting her hands on breasts. I could see her magnificent cleavage as I stood tall behind her. I whispered, “I saw them grow in front of me all these years, Ragi. And yet I haven’t seen them in their absoluteness.” She took her hands off the bra, but it didn’t fall, it rested there. I slowly took my hands around her arms from both sides, and she entered my embrace, eyes still closed. I kept my palms on the bra on her boobs, gave a peck on her shoulder and whispered, “Don’t you want to see my hands on your breasts, Ragi?” She rested her head on my chest and submitted herself completely putting all her weight on my body. Her face looked at peace as if she is home after wandering for ages. She sighed deeply and said with closed eyes, “Oh! I can see them, Daddy.” I kissed her forehead lightly and let the bra fall on the floor. A noise came out of the depth of her neck, like a hitch as she shut her eyes as tight as she could. There they were – protruding with the arrogance of their pink youth, at the heart of those glorious boobs that didn’t need any support to stand erect. No words can justify the feeling I had for the sight in front of me. I grabbed her boobs from corner to corner like the back of my palms rubbed against each other in the deep valley, then slowly moved both palms’ thumbs and index fingers up to her areolas.