**Dinner with Daddy**

It was supposed to be just another fancy dinner at *Kuroda*, Daddy’s favorite Japanese spot—white tablecloths, low lighting, the kind of place where the staff barely blinks at a father and daughter sharing a bottle of sake a little too close. But I’d been teasing him all night, my hand sliding up his thigh under the table while we pretended to talk about my classes.

“Behave, babygirl,” Daddy murmured, but his fingers twitched against his glass, his jaw tight. I knew that look—the one where he was trying to keep his control, the one that always made me wet.

So I didn’t behave.

I knelt between his legs under the table, the silk of my dress pooling on the floor. His cock was already hard when I unzipped his slacks, the thick heat of it pushing against my palm. I licked my lips just looking at it—big, flushed, the tip already shiny with precum. Daddy hissed when I mouthed the head, my tongue swirling over the slit before I sucked him deeper.

“Fuck—” His hand clenched in my hair, not pulling, just holding. I could hear the way his breath shook, feel his thighs tensing under my hands. The restaurant noise—soft chatter, clinking dishes—faded to nothing. All I could focus on was the weight of his cock on my tongue, the way he twitched when I hollowed my cheeks and took him as deep as I could.

Daddy’s other hand gripped the table’s edge, his knuckles white. “You’re gonna make me embarrass us, princess,” he growled, voice rough.

I moaned around him, bobbing my head faster, one hand working the base of his cock while the other slipped between my own legs. My fingers rubbed slow circles over my clit through my panties, my pussy so fucking wet just from tasting him.

Above us, the waiter paused to ask if we needed anything else. Daddy’s voice was smooth as ever—*Just the check, thank you*—but his hips jerked when I swallowed around him, my throat fluttering. I could feel him swelling, the pulse of his cock against my tongue as he got close.

“You’re gonna take it all, aren’t you, baby?” His fingers tightened in my hair, guiding me just how he wanted. “Gonna swallow every drop like a good girl.”

I nodded, my lips stretched around him, and that was all it took. With a low groan, Daddy came hard, his cum spilling hot and thick down my throat. I drank every bit, licking him clean until he was soft and oversensitive, his grip gentling in my hair.

When I crawled back into my chair, my lips were swollen, my thighs sticky where I’d rubbed myself. Daddy’s hand found mine under the table, his thumb stroking my pulse. “You’re gonna pay for that later,” he promised, but the way his eyes darkened told me *paying* would feel just as good.

I couldn’t wait.