Daddy doesn’t take the main road this time.

Twenty minutes after we leave the house he turns onto a dark side street that runs along the river. No streetlights. Almost no other cars. He drives slowly for a while, one hand on the wheel, the other already under my dress.

“Take it off,” he says. “Everything.”

I pull the dress over my head and drop it on the floor. No bra. No panties. The leather seat is cool against my bare skin. He glances over, eyes dropping between my legs, then looks back at the road.

“Open.”

I spread my thighs. His hand slides higher and two fingers push straight...