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The pitter-patter of rain splattering against the roof and the ground outside was a soothing sound. It was so warm in the office, despite the cold outside. Hannah sat back in the armchair. She’d just gotten back from her part-time job: a sales rep at a popular clothing store. Matching the sound of rain was the quick tapping of Daddy’s fingers against his laptop’s keyboard. He hadn’t so much as looked at her when she came in.
Hannah tried to hide how much that hurt.
Twice now, her daddy had fucked her. Part of her still couldn’t believe it! It was wrong, wasn’t it? But fuck, it felt amazing. She didn’t want anybody else. She just wanted him. The first time had been in this very office. Together, they had cum all over this chair. Hannah loved that memory, though she had to admit she was still rather puzzled by it. How long had Daddy wanted her? She’d never seriously thought about him that way before, at least, she didn’t think that she had.
The second time had been four days ago. They’d been watching a movie with Mom. God, that’d been so hot. Her mom had been right there! It only made Daddy harder. And then he’d brought her upstairs and finished her off.
Hannah thought he might still be angry with her. She hadn’t been very quiet that last time, as he’d asked her to be. What if Mom had heard?
She was getting horny just remembering it. Four days! Four days and he hadn’t even touched her! She glanced at him. He was sitting at his desk, working on some mysterious document. She didn’t know and she didn’t really care.
Hannah played with the skirt of her classy-but-casual, navy blue dress. Her feet were killing her from walking around in heels all day. Absently, her eyes wandering to the bookshelves. He had so, so many books that anyone who walked into his office might have thought he was a professor. He did some work for the university, doing a variety of things, most of which had him working on his computer writing up things to boring to ask about.
Tap, tap, tap, went the keys.
Tap, tap, tap, went the raindrops.
Hannah sighed, letting her head fall back against the leather armchair. “Oh, take it off then,” came Daddy’s voice. He sounded annoyed. She looked over at him, confused. Had he been talking to her? He still didn’t look at her. “Your dress, Hannah,” he explained, as if it were obvious.
A surge of excitement went through her. She was all hot and bothered already. But why did he sound like that? Hannah stood, trying to take off the dress in a suggestive way. Not that it mattered – he still didn’t look up from his stupid computer!
When she sat down, the leather was cold against her bare skin. Goosebumps prickled along her skin at the sudden chill. She shifted, and she was relieved she was wearing nice, sexy underwear. Finally, Daddy closed his laptop. Hannah gave him her immediate attention. He looked more tired than usual, like there was something bothering him. Maybe that was why he’d been drinking more lately. He put his elbows on his desk like he was about to talk business. He ran his fingers through his tousled brown hair. “Do you love me, Hannah?” he asked.
This kind of felt like a trick question. “I love you very much,” she said, wondering where he was headed with this. He smiled at this, and her shoulders drooped in relief. “What’s wrong, Daddy?” she tried cautiously.
“You want me to be happy, don’t you?”
“Of course! I do, Daddy. I want to make you happy.”
He sighed, smile slipping. Her heart was pounding anxiously now. “I see. But what I don’t understand is why you tried to hurt me, Hannah.”
What? “Hurt you?” she echoed shakily. “Daddy, I would never try to hurt you!” What was he talking about?
He shot her a cool glare that told her to shut up. She did. “You say that. I want to believe you, sweetie, I do, but I’m not so sure. I asked you to be quiet that night, with Mom right there. But you weren’t very quiet at all. And then you made me bring you upstairs. She could have heard us, Hannah. Do you know how she cihangir escort would have reacted? She would have been furious. You would have ruined my marriage, and that would have made me very sad.” He said all this like he was explaining it to a child. Still, he was right. Hannah hadn’t intended to do any of that, though. That part he’d gotten wrong. Could this be why he looked so tired? Were he and Mom fighting? The thought sent another dark jolt of excitement through her. Hannah and her mom had never been close, but this? Hurriedly, she shoved the feeling away, but still, it lingered.
“I’m sorry, Daddy. I didn’t mean to! I’m not very good at keeping quiet.”
“I realized that.”
She looked up at him, pressing her arms together so her tits were pushed up against one another. She leaned forward just a bit; the leather stuck to her skin, the old chair making a crackling noise as she moved. “It’s hard to control myself with you,” she said shyly.
He flashed a smile that sent a shiver down her back. A dose of fear squirmed inside her. He leaned back in the chair, cocking his head and studying her. “I have an idea, Hannah. I don’t want to be angry with you, and I certainly don’t want to punish you.” His tone suggested the opposite. “You can’t control yourself, hmm? I’ll help you.”
She didn’t know what to say. She didn’t know how to feel. Arousal and fear warred inside her. She’d never seen Daddy like this before. But then… so much had changed, hadn’t it? Come to think of it, when was the last time she’d seen him leave for work? Maybe something was seriously wrong… “You trust me, don’t you, baby?” He’d made his voice soft and soothing. Hannah wanted that, she wanted to crawl onto his lap and be held. She ached to be close to him.
“I trust you,” she answered, though her voice wavered. The light from the lone lamp he had on – though the room seemed to be overflowing with them – sent an eerie glow over his face. It illuminated his cheekbones, curving teasingly along his strong jaw. It played in his dark hair and made it look lighter. More than anything, though, it glinted in his eyes in a way that left her uncertain but wanting.
“Lean back. Throw one leg over the chair – yes, Hannah, just like that. Have you ever touched yourself before?” he grinned, drinking in her whole body with his eyes.
Hannah blushed. “Sometimes… A lot, since my birthday.” And since her birthday, she’d been racking her mind for answers. Why hadn’t she fought him that day? Had she been harboring a sexual attraction to him without her even realizing it? Was that even possible? All the questions, all the self-doubt, left her dizzy. They threatened to drown her when Daddy was sitting right there, studying her with mischief and power locked in his body language, in his expression and tone.
His grin broadened. “Good,” he praised. “I want you to do that for me, okay? No, no, over the panties is fine for now.”
Cheeks burning, Hannah started rubbing herself. She could feel her own wetness through the panties. Oh, she loved how he was watching her, but… “I’m kind of embarrassed,” she mumbled finally.
“Why? You’re beautiful. I like seeing how beautiful you are.” Hannah didn’t understand. Sometimes, he talked to her like she was a little girl again, with the sweet, calming voice he’d once used to read to her at night. And then he wouldn’t sound like that at all. There were so many different sides to him that she could hardly keep up. He certainly wasn’t anything like the boyfriends she’d had before, though those were few and far between. She nodded. He’d sounded perfectly genuine. He really thought she was beautiful! Still, that voice made her feel like a child again. Which was a bit alarming, considering the situation. She started again, feeling all tingly and achy down there. The fabric of the panties was just getting in the way! Her hips started moving in rhythm with her hand. “I want to fuck your tight little pussy, Hannah,” he said suddenly. A rush rumbled çapa escort through her at the ferocity in his words. “I want to fuck you until you can’t move.” He made it sound like a threat, but Hannah found herself wanting that too. When? she kept asking herself. When had she become so hot for her own father? Was it before, or after her birthday?
Hannah whimpered. He pushed his chair back, but he didn’t stand. “Are you close now?”
“I – I think so!”
“Stop,” he repeated, harder this time. Hannah did. “Take off the rest of your clothes.” She did. “Hannah, I want you to crawl to me.”
Hannah blinked. She stared at him. God, she was so wet. Her body was all tight with the anticipation. Was she really doing this? It felt so surreal. Hannah got on the floor. This, she wasn’t sure she liked. Her friends were always screaming at her about female equality, and this felt kind of demeaning. But the way he was watching her, she knew it wasn’t a question, so she started to crawl. The floor hurt her knees as she approached him, coming around the desk. He leaned down from the chair, grasping her chin in his hand. He smiled, “I want you to sit on my lap again, okay?”
Eagerly, she nodded. Relief flooded through her. This, she thought, was something she was happy to do. He laughed at her enthusiasm as she sat on his lap. His arms came around her, his fingers lightly stroking her stomach. His other hand was at her thigh, spreading her legs further. She leaned back into his chest. His fingers circled her inner thigh, getting closer and closer to where she needed him. Her breaths were strained now as she waited, squirming against him.
Her ass wriggled against his hard-on. He grunted, pinching her thigh until she squeaked. He kissed her neck, while massaging where he’d pinched her. His hands were all over her, circling her, caressing her. He went slow, kissing her neck too. She writhed against him, gripping his legs to stop from touching herself. She knew he didn’t want her to. Not yet.
His hand cupped her breast, and she let out a sharp gasp when he pinched her nipple – pinched it hard. Daddy pulled at it, pinching it and then rolling it between his finger and thumb. He did it again, harder this time. “That hurts!” she whined, pushing back against him.
He dropped his hands. No! That wasn’t what she wanted! Still, her nipple ached. “I’m sorry, Daddy,” she whispered.
“You better be fucking sorry,” he growled in her ear, right before smacking the side of her ass! Hannah yelped, nearly shooting off of him, but he grabbed her hips and held her to him. He smacked her again. His hot breath tingled her ear and she shuddered in his grip. “You’re mine now, do you understand?” He sounded furious.
Hannah whimpered, “Y-yes, Daddy, I… I understand.”
“Say it,” he snarled.
And then he kissed her neck. His tense body relaxed against her – except for his rock-hard cock. His fingers were forgiving, and he was massaging her again. Hannah clamped her jaw closed, staring at the door across from them. Doubt whispered in her ear. He teased near her mound, getting closer and closer with every sweep of his fingers. “Good girl,” he purred. Hannah shuddered. She’d been scared, but… She liked how powerful he’d been, how he’d said she was his. He wouldn’t actually hurt her, would he? No, no she was sure he wouldn’t… She trusted him, and he loved her.
He started pinching her nipple again, doing it harder than before. It hurt, but she didn’t want him to get angry again.
Doubts or no doubts, she was so wet that when his finger went into her, it might have simply slipped. He abandoned her aching nipple, running his hand all over her stomach and chest. Oh, he felt so good! She pressed into his chest, savoring every second of it. She was moving in rhythm with his finger. A long, satisfied moan pushed out of her as he added a second finger. “O-oh! Daddy, I… I’m going to cum!!”
He stopped. He kept erenköy escort his fingers inside of her, but he stopped moving them. His other hand gripped her hips. “Don’t,” he whispered hoarsely.
“No! No, please, Daddy, please I want to. I need to!”
He laughed at her frustrated pleas. “It’s okay, baby girl, I just want you to wait. This is practice. Don’t move. If you cum, I’m going to have to punish you.” Hannah gasped, sucking in ragged breaths. She focused so hard on doing what he wanted, but all she could think about was his fingers inside of her. She trembled. She was throbbing, tightening around those fingers. “I going to give you two choices, okay?” His voice, too, was strained. Hannah nodded weakly. Her fingers crushed his thighs, it was all she could do not to start rocking against him. “Either you can cum right now, I’ll finish you off,” he added, kissing her neck tenderly, “and I won’t touch you for a week.”
A week?? God, that sounded horrible. “Or,” he continued, “if you can hold it, I’ll fuck you over the desk and I’ll fuck you again tomorrow. And if you’re really good, I’ll give you a special treat too.”
Hannah swallowed. She wanted him to fuck her. She craved having him inside of her. “Daddy, I – I want to, but I don’t know if I can hold it!”
“I’m going to take my fingers out now.” Slowly, he did. Hannah bit down on her lip, trying to make herself as still as possible. Daddy held his fingers up to her mouth, “Suck them clean,” he demanded. His fingers slid into her mouth, the taste of herself drowning out nearly everything else. “Stand up, and lean over the desk.” His laptop was cool against her bare stomach. Her tits rubbed against the smooth wood.
She felt her fluids dripping down her thigh. Hannah squeezed her eyes closed as she heard his fly unzipping, and then he had his pants off. He took her hips, and suddenly he was pressed against her. That almost set her off right there! She moaned, barely able to stand it. “Daddy, I want you to fuck me! Fuck your little girl! Please! Oh, I need to cum!!” The words were thoughtless, shooting out of her and leaving her with no clue where’d they come from. But, god, did she want him.
He grabbed a fistful of her hair, making her yelp as he pulled her head back. “Be a good girl now,” he growled. He let her go, and then he was pushing himself into her. He went slowly, letting her adjust to him. His cock was throbbing inside of her. Hannah curled her fingers into fists. He pulled out, almost entirely, and then rammed into her. She screamed at the flash of pain, and he did it again. He was still mad, wasn’t he? It wasn’t long before the pain mingled with pleasure. She moaned, lost in him.
“Hannah,” he grunted roughly, “now.”
She didn’t need any more than that. She let go of her restraints, her body shuddering as her orgasm had its way. It leaked out of her, running down her legs. Daddy pulled out. Dimly, she thought she heard the click of a camera. Sluggishly, once she’d regained at least some of her composure, Hannah slid off the desk. Daddy was sitting in his chair. He beckoned to her. “On your knees, bitch,” he rasped, “it’s time for your reward.”
Goosebumps prickled along her arms at the harshness of his voice. She did more than fall to her knees, she crawled to him (though it was more lack of energy than desire to be on all fours). She knew what he wanted. Hungrily, she eyed his bulging cock. It glistened with her cum.
Hannah licked him clean, loving hearing him breath her name. And then she took him into her mouth. She sucked on his head as best she could, making sure to use her tongue. He leaned back, letting out a groan of pure pleasure. Her head bobbed as she took in as much of him as she could. She’d wanted him to cum inside her, but she liked how he tasted, and hearing how she made him moan and swear had her aching for more in no time.
Hannah nearly orgasmed right along with him. She swallowed, her aching pussy clamoring for attention as his fluids slid down her throat. Again, she licked him clean. He leaned back in the chair, out of breath but grinning ecstatically. “You and I,” he said, “are going out tonight.” That look in his eyes made her a little afraid, but, slowly, Hannah was beginning to learn that fear was often quick to lead to pleasure – at least when her daddy was with her!
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