Daughter's Happiness - Chapter 7: The Secret Under the Bed

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Before the trip, Min'er and I moved all her things back. She discussed it with me. She was divorced, the apartment was going to be sold, and she had nowhere to put her things, so she had to throw them all away. I suggested she move everything back. Her mother was gone, and my closet could make room for her things. With that plan in mind, she moved everything back.
Min'er felt that my tolerance towards her was a great favor. Actually, it was for her own good; after she moved into my room, our cohabitation became a fixed arrangement.
That morning, we hired a moving company. I personally accompanied her back. It was the first time I'd entered her bedroom to help her pack all sorts of things into boxes. There were dozens of boxes in total, and we carried them all back. She said that her unhappy married life had turned her into a shopaholic. Her house was overflowing with clothes, shoes, handbags, jewelry, and other odds and ends…
Actually, I think every woman is like that.
After the movers had taken all the boxes, I opened every drawer and wardrobe for her, checking to see if anything was left behind. Besides Min'er's things, I wanted to check their bedroom to learn more about that gorilla, to broaden my horizons and see the whips, ropes, and other tools he used to treat his daughter. Just as my daughter had said, he moved out first and moved in with another woman. My suspicion that she had returned and reconciled with him was unfounded. After searching through all the drawers and wardrobes, only some summer clothes remained. Those tools—or rather, torture instruments—had all been taken by him, which was a bit disappointing.
Suddenly, I saw half a bra peeking out from under the bed. It had lace trim, a half-cup design, and was made of black lace and sheer fabric; when worn, it revealed the areola and nipples. I picked it up to examine it; it was a designer brand, quite tasteful. I imagined how sexy Min'er's breasts would look in this bra, and shook my head. If that gorilla bought it for Min'er, then he had good taste, not wasting Min'er's beautiful figure. If Min'er chose it herself to enhance their sex life, then she had indeed been genuinely in love with this man.
"Want this?" I called out, waving her bra in the air.
She turned around and looked at it, then asked, "Where did you find it?"
I pointed to the bottom of the bed. She hesitated for a moment, then told me to take it. She took it from my hand, crumpled it into a ball, and stuffed it into her handbag.
"Then I understand. Min'er doesn't reject the pleasure of sex. Black lace and whips, she's willing to endure, if love still exists. "Check under the bed for anything else," she said.
I lay on the floor, reached inside, and touched some things. I tried to pull them out: a black leather blindfold, several pairs of women's underwear—thongs were considered normal, one had a slit in the crotch, one was leopard print, one was G-string, and there was also a super-mini leather thong. There were also some obscene pornographic magazines and DVDs. Scene after scene of SM sex was playing out in this room, making me nauseous. This place was my daughter's hell on earth. The gorilla forced her to watch those obscene things, to wear these bizarre clothes, turning her into a tool for his sexual gratification.
I brought a pair of underwear to my nose, trying to recall the last time Min'er wore them. How she would be blindfolded, tied up, wearing those low-waisted black leather briefs, her buttocks raised to reveal her butt crack and the thin, rope-like elastic band of her G-string underwear.
With each crack of the whip, my daughter would kneel on the floor or bed, like a lamb to the slaughter… These things record a shameful chapter in my daughter's history. Min'er has recounted some fragmented details, but these things helped me reconstruct the situation. Just as the Nazi Auvers concentration camp has been preserved as a memorial for Jews, I can never forget the humiliation my daughter suffered.
I glanced around; Min'er was out of sight. I quickly stuffed the items into my pocket. Then, I showed Min'er the leather briefs that wouldn't fit in her pants. She snatched them away, intending to throw them in the trash. I knew these briefs had touched a nerve with her. I pulled her close, hugged her, and said, "Don't just throw them away. People will see your private life in the trash. These are things you can't let your neighbors see. If you're going to throw them away, throw them somewhere else, so no one knows they're yours." I took the black leather briefs from her, and she clutched them tightly, pulling at them and saying agitatedly, "I never want to see these things again."
A father's most loving voice said to her, "Yes, you don't want to remember those painful experiences anymore. Let it go, baby, let it go. Give this to me, let Daddy throw it away for you. Don't be afraid, I'm with you. No one will hurt you. It's all over, all over."
She nodded, leaned on my shoulder, and cried. She loosened her grip and took it away. I whispered in her ear, "Give it to me, baby. Give everything to me. You're my daughter. I'll bear any hardship for her." Her body relaxed, and I gently kissed her forehead. She tilted her head back, stood on tiptoe, and brought her lips close to mine, but paused, as if trying to overcome a mental barrier, before clinging to my neck and pulling my lips closer.
I wrapped my arms around her waist, supporting her upturned bottom, and let her kiss me deeply. "Daddy, I'm so glad you came. Without you, I really wouldn't know how to deal with those things."
I kissed her and said, "It's all over. We won't come here again."
Min'er rested her head on my shoulder. I stroked her hair and her face, comforting her gently. Then, my hand slid down to one of her breasts and gently kneaded it. This was the only comfort I could offer her. I had never treated a woman with such tenderness and care, so considerate of her feelings. Was all I doing to keep our relationship going? Should I keep her with me, or would I rather she find another man? I took her back, but what right did I have to keep her? I lifted Min'er's face again, gazing at her features with a mixture of pity and love. Then we kissed again, and I realized that our kissing was filled with a romantic feeling, making our sexual relationship and our expectations for the future intertwined. Sex had become more than just convenience; it was the beginning of love, and the sense of moral guilt made me even more desperately attached to her, pursuing her relentlessly.
On her sweet, moist lips and between her teeth, I poured out my tenderness and unspeakable love for her. I thought lovers should kiss like this, and a selfish thought arose within me: to possess her. That gorilla had brutally taken her; I hated him, and I envied him, for making those loves with my daughter on that bed. He could teach my daughter to wear that G-string for his pleasure. His bed had brought my daughter both joy and pain. As I kissed her, my hands slipped under her skirt, caressing her buttocks, imagining how my hands would feel if she wore that G-string, those leather panties.
I looked over her shoulder and saw her bedroom, the big bed, and the mess. I wanted to make love to her right now, with her wearing those black leather panties, on her bed. My chest was pounding, my penis was erect, hard as an iron rod, pressing against Min'er's thigh and rubbing against her. She opened her eyes, looked up at me, as if trying to figure out who was kissing her.
I had never caressed her so tenderly before. I cupped her face in my hands and said, "Daughter, I want to kiss you, but you must open your eyes and not close them. Don't be shy, I want you to see who is kissing you. It's me, not someone else."
I kissed her gently, and she didn't close her eyes; it was a very special feeling. When my kisses were passionate, she would close her eyes. When my kisses became gentle, and I lightly sucked on her lips, her eyes opened again.
I suckled, and she suckled too. I placed her hand between my legs, telling her directly how much I needed her at that moment. When I unbuttoned almost all the buttons of her shirt and slipped my hand under her bra to touch her nipple, she pushed my hand away and said, "Daddy, no."
"Min'er, don't you like me kissing you?"
"no."
I ignored her words, continued to hold her, kissed her more passionately, lifted her skirt, pressed my thigh against her, and rubbed against her. When I tried to pull off one of her sleeves, she pushed me away and said no again, "Daddy, what's wrong? What do you want? I don't want to." She turned her head away. "Min'er... I want..." I was almost about to ask for sex. "Let me go, the movers are waiting for us."
"Min'er, it will be quick and won't take up much time."
"Daddy, listen to me, I don't want to have sex in this place unless you rape me."
"Min'er, I'm sorry. I don't know why I acted impulsively and wanted to have you right away."
“Take me home. When have I ever refused you when you want to make love? Please understand, I can't make love in this bed, not with anyone else, it will remind me of the past. Back home, in my own bed, you can make love however you want, isn't that more comfortable and peaceful?”
"Yes. This is a place of sorrow. Please don't blame me, and I will never be so reckless towards you again."
“Daddy, I was worried about you. Are you alright?” She was still in my arms, looking up at me, gently stroking my face and messy hair.
Everything will be alright.

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