Yes, Jack finds her unharmed and gets her home

The car ride back was a blur of lectures, hugs, some louder and more angry lectures and slowly dissipating worry. Jack drove as carefully as he ever had on the way home, going just under the speed limit and paying careful attention to every detail of the road. He didn't rest easy until his garage door closed behind him. In this place, his own home, he didn't have to let anyone in that he didn't want. He shut the blinds, keeping anyone from possibly seeing his **** girl.

"Dad? Could you make me a sandwich or something." Samantha asked softly, when he had a moment to breathe.

Jack took a deep breath and looked at his tipsy girl "Yes, of course Sammie. That's... that's a good idea. Get yourself some water too."

There was a moment of silence in the kitchen, as Jack began quietly preparing food for his girl and she sat on a stool at the kitchen island.

"Dad?"

"Yes, Sammie?"

"... I'm 18 now."

Jack nearly sliced his thumb along with the piece of cheese he was cutting off the block.

"I know Samantha. I'm so sorry. We should have left this place years ago. I promise, I'm leaving everything behind. We are going to get out of here tomorrow. No one is going to hurt you."

There was a moment of silence broken by,

"Dad?"

"Yes, Sammie?"

"I have to do anything a white person wants now."

Again, Jack nearly cut himself. He used his better judgement and set the sharp knife down.

"Dad?"

"... What is it Sammie?"

Samantha met her father's eyes, "You are a white person, Daddy."

Jack didn't answer.

"I have to do anything you want, right now, Dad."

Jack's head felt a bit light. "I don't see how that's relevant, Samantha."

"Have you ever ordered a black woman to do anything for you, Dad?"

Lots of times, Jack thought. "No, of course not Sammie. Can we please drop this?"

"You could try it, Dad." Samantha's eyes were still locked on Jack's. "You could try it on me."

Something about the way his little daughter was asking about this delicate subject was slowly stiffening Jack's member. He tried a diversion, "Perfect. I order you to shut your pretty little mouth, eat up, and get ready for bed."

"... Do you really think my mouth is pretty?" Samantha asked quietly.

"No! I mean yes of course it's very pretty. I mean, you are very pretty. But..." The high-powered businessman trailed off. Jack was normally so in control, a shark of a man in most circumstances, that he wasn't used to being flustered like this.

"... But what do you want, Samantha? Why are you asking these kinds of things?"

"You're always so in control, Dad, always getting what you want. I just wanted to know if you..." Samantha paused, "If you would control me too."

Their eyes met again. Jack's stiffening penis was nearly fully hard.

"I'm a black girl and you're a white man, Dad. I can't say no to you. You can ask me for anything, Daddy, big or small. You could even ask your daughter for... a little kiss." Samantha took a small sip of her water, letting it moisten her lips.

"Samantha..."

"Yes, Daddy?" The petite light-skinned black girl answered quietly.

"Come over here."

Samantha obediently slipped out of her stool and circled the island until she stood face-to-face with her father. She was still looking at his face, and Jack wasn't sure if she had noticed his now-full erection straining against his pants, yet, but if he asked for even a peck on the cheek she would be close enough to feel it. Jack breathed in and said,

"Give me a kiss on the lips, Samantha."

Jack's arm circled his daughter's waist, pulling her young body against his, his enclosed penis pressing against her tight stomach, and their lips touched, his mouth giving her top lip a single, sensuous kiss, and she kissing his bottom lip in kind. Their lips parted, and Jack removed his hand from her waist.

"Are you okay, Sammie?" Jack asked. She was looking at his tented pants.

Her eyes shifted back up to his. "Yes, Daddy." She whispered. "Would you like anything else Dad?"

Jack studied his daughter for a moment. He wasn't lying when he said she was pretty. She was gorgeous, and always had been. She had beautiful light brown skin, big eyes, a slim well-proportioned body. If she wasn't his daughter he would have been tempted to use his authority as a white man to sixty-nine the teen moments after laying eyes on her. But she was his daughter, his flesh-and-blood, he had raised her and was supposed to protect her, could he really...?

"Take off your top, Samantha." Jack said, his voice steady.

His daughter began lifting her top from the bottom.

"No," Jack interrupted. Samantha looked at him with a cute furrow in her brow. Had her father changed his mind?

"Pull it down from the top." Jack continued. Samantha was wearing a shirt with puffy short sleeves that covered only her shoulders, exposing her arms and collarbones. She could drop the sleeves from her shoulders, take her arms out, and wriggle the whole thing down.

Sammie looked at her father seriously and nodded. She pulled the right shoulder down first, removing her right arm, and then the same with the other side. With her arms free her collarbone and shoulders stood bare. She turned her eyes from minding her shirt to her father, who looked back at his daughter's brown eyes steadily.

Samantha looked down again and slowly, teasingly, began pulling down her shirt from the bottom, revealing first the top of her chest, then her barely-existent cleavage. She paused as the top just barely revealed the edge of her aureola, her nipples still covered. Her father was beginning to undo his belt buckle but Samantha's delicate hands removed his, and she unbuttoned then unzipped his pants herself, releasing his constrained manhood.

With her father's penis now free, Samantha did a final, gentle pull down of her loose shirt, finally revealing her small, perfect breasts and fit brown stomach. Her pert little nipples had been the only thing keeping the fabric from dropping to the floor, and it now lay in a crumpled heap at her feet.