Daddy's Little Disaster
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Part 2
“Look at me.”
He obeyed, his eyes meeting hers, and the intensity in hers was like a punch to the gut. There was no shame, only desire, and triumph.
“Tell me my pussy feels better than hers,” she said, rolling her hips in a way that sent shockwaves through both of them. “Tell me you love me.”
Her words, her tight body, her sheer audacity — it all overwhelmed him. And as she began to move, quicker and more deliberate, he couldn’t disguise his truth.
You… you feel incredible,” he groaned. “Better than anything I’ve ever known.”
The flash of guilt was quickly drowned by the raw, primal pleasure of her silky walls clenched around him.
“Say the other part,” she demanded.
He paused, the word love tasting like ash in his mouth. But the way she looked at him with those glassy eyes, the way her body moved against his, made him feel things he hadn’t felt in ages.
“I think I do,” he thought he heard himself say.
Her triumphant smile mirrored the predatory gleam in her eyes. “Don’t think,” she hissed. “Fucking say it.”
“I love you.”
“Now, say her name,” she whispered.
His breath hitched. “What?”
“Say her name,” she repeated. “The way I hear you say it when you’re fucking her.”
Cold dread crept into the pleasure. This wasn’t just about sex anymore. This was about power, about humiliation.
“Say it,” she demanded, her movements slowing.
He closed his eyes, the image of his wife’s face flashing before him. “Alena,” he whispered, her name tasting like betrayal.
Her body stiffened beneath him, a low growl rumbling from her throat. “Louder.”
“Alena,” he repeated.
She leaned back. “Tell Alena you love her.”
He opened his eyes, fighting against the disgust. “I love you, Alena,” he said, the words flinging out like fire.
Her body arched against him. “I’m so close,” she gasped, her arms clinging around him. “Don’t stop. Fuck my teenage pussy.”
He couldn’t have stopped if he wanted. His body was on fire, his mind consumed by the feel of her, the way she gripped him, the way she made him lose every ounce of control.
Her release came first, aided by her fingers against her clit, her cries reverberating in his ear as her tight body shuddered around him. She pulled him deeper, grinding him fully inside, dragging him over the edge with her.
He groaned, his hands tightening on her hips as his release hit. His cock twitched within her, her grip clenching tighter as he swelled and released four successive waves into her fertile womb.
She remained still for a moment, her body flush against his, her head resting on his chest as his heaving breaths filled the room.
Slowly, she lifted her head, the heat flushing her pale cheeks. “That’s us,” she smiled, swiveling her seductive hips. “That’s me. That’s you. Together.”
He didn’t respond as he struggled to catch his breath. His hands, still resting on the curve of her ass, now felt heavy, unsure, as if touching her any longer would only deepen the wrongness of it all.
She shifted slightly.
His body twitched in response.
“Don’t look so guilty,” she said, tilting her head as she studied his face. “You wanted this. I just gave you permission to take it.”
“That’s not — ”
Don’t insult me,” she interrupted. “You don’t get to blow your load into me and pretend you didn’t want this as much as I did.”
He closed his eyes, turning his head away, but she grabbed his chin, forcing him to look at her. “You’re mine now,” she said. “No more pretending. No more denying.”
She slid off him slowly, the movement deliberate as if to remind him of every inch of what he’d conquered. Standing beside the bed, she stretched, her confidence radiating in every motion.
“What did you think?” she said, glancing out the window. “You’d come in here, fuck your stepdaughter, and walk away like nothing happened?”
He sat up, his head in his hands, mind racing with a storm of emotions. The guilt began to suffocate, squeezing around his neck like the hand of death coming to take him. He thought of her mother, his wife, of what this betrayal meant, what it would do, and his stomach twisted.
And then the fear crept in. Dangerous fear. A fear that destroys.
“You didn’t… You’re on, you know, protection?” he fumbled, failing at being delicate.
She turned, not bothering to disguise her smile. “What do you think?”
His heart sank, the realization hitting him like a blow. “Tell me you’re protected. We can’t — ”
“Relax,” she said, cutting him off. “You’re acting like this is the end of the world.”
“It might be. This will ruin me.”
She laughed, her voice growing evil. “Oh, stop. You’re overthinking this.”
Her hand reached out, trailing along his stubbled jaw as she leaned down close to his ear. “You’re just afraid. Afraid of what you’ve done. Afraid of what might happen if I get pregnant.”
She pulled back and studied his sharp features, basking in his fear. “I’m not afraid. This could be our every night. This should be our every night. This will be our every night.”
“How are you not worried about this?” he asked.
“Worried about what?” she shrugged. “This was meant to be. And if there’s a consequence… Well, that’s your problem, isn't it?”
He sat up, his body stiff with anger. “What the fuck are you talking about?”
She shrugged and stood back up, turning away from him. She walked back to the window, letting the yellow light of the moon outline her perfect frame. “I mean, you know I’m not going to keep quiet about this unless you… cooperate.”
His jaw tightened. “Are you fucking serious?”
She turned back to him, her youthful expression playful but her eyes sharp. “Dead serious.”
“You’re fucking insane. No one will believe you.”
“We’ll see about that.” She strolled over to the dresser against the far wall with a renewed bounce in her step. Pulling open the top drawer, she retrieved a fresh pair of panties. “What do you think people will say,” she said, her voice laced with mock innocence, “when they hear stepdaddy couldn’t control himself when he walked in on his stepdaughter in her underwear?” She trailed the soft cotton between her legs, soaking up the glistening evidence for future use.
He shot to his feet, barely containing his rage. “You think you can blackmail me into this?”
His anger only fueled her confidence. “You should know more than anyone how persuasive I can be. I have all the proof I need to convict you of rape.”
Something in him snapped. Something deep and dark.
In a single motion, he grabbed her wrist, spinning her around and pressing her chest against the dresser. His body pinned hers in place. “You think you can destroy me you little bitch?”
She gasped, her hands scratching the surface of the dresser as she attempted to brace herself for what was coming. “I already have,” she shot back, refusing to let him break her.
His hands gripped her hips, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as his anger and frustration boiled over. “You want me to rape you?” he grunted, fishing his semi-hard cock between her thighs.
Without warning, he thrust into her, burying himself deep inside her slick heat. She cried out, her back arching in an attempt to accommodate his sudden invasion.
“Is this what you wanted, you fucking whore?” He thrust harder, his body smacking against hers, forcing her ass to ripple from the force.
Her response was a strangled moan, her upper body laying limp across the top of the dresser as she accepted her fate. “Yes,” she gasped, barely catching a breath. “God, yes.”
His movements were rough and punishing, each thrust driven by a volatile mix of anger, guilt, and shameful desire. Her walls gripped his cock, her body responding in a way that only fueled his frenzy.
“You’re not going to say a fucking word,” he snapped, his powerful hands sliding up to grip her shoulders, pulling her back against him. “If you do, I swear to God, I will fucking kill you.”
“You don’t fucking scare me,” she yelped, her words breaking into a moan.
Her defiance pushed him over the edge, his body tensing as the pressure built, his second release barreling toward him with unstoppable force. “Two can play this game,” he grunted, slamming his cock deeper. “I’m going to ruin your pussy. No one will ever want you.”
With a final thrust, he spilled into her, his entirety shuddering as he emptied himself completely, marking her in a way that made her his.
He pulled away and stepped back, watching his weakness for her gush from her soiled core.
"Thank you, Daddy," she whispered, her eyes blazing with a predatory light as she gave herself a deliberate, taunting smack. "Now you'll never escape me. Never."
He stared at her, his chest heaving, his brain a confused fog. He wanted to argue, to reestablish his authority and deny her claim. But he couldn’t. Not after what had just happened.
And they both knew it.
Hot but scary. Once again a man thinking with his dick gets him into trouble.
I have to agree with Simone- the power dynamic had me in its thrall