As I said the words, I dipped another purloined fry in ketchup, and then slowly licked it off before taking the whole thing in my mouth. Daddy couldn't look away, and I felt like the sexiest woman alive. Then he reached over, and I felt his gentle finger at the corner of my lips, cleaning away some ketchup that had escaped my mouth. He cleaned his own finger, in an off-handed fashion, sticking it in his mouth and sucking it clean.
My breath caught. I felt my expression getting more serious, tense. Daddy kept smiling. It wasn't the warm one that I'd become used to. It wasn't cold either. It was...hot, and full of hunger, like his gaze, was a fire, and my body was just so much dry wood and tinder, ready to catch.
I knew then that he was playing the same game I was. Maybe it was just one of
