His Nasty Little Pussy

Daddy shakes his head, sighing as he stares at his cigar. “My god,” he ponders, the disgust apparent in his face and voice. “I can’t believe…” He looks up at Nick, studying his dark features. “… this girl would lie so maliciously to get you in trouble-no, maybe even thrown in jail.”

Nick shrugs. “It’s not surprising, sir. Not to me, at least.”

My jaw hangs loosely. “What?! I’m not lying! Those things happened! Nick is a sick pervert and you need to get rid of him.” Daddy picks up his cigar and takes a long drag of it. He removes it,

rubbing it in his fingertips as he contemplates his words. “That’s strange,” he says, “since Nick was on an errand out of the house and didn’t show up until this morning.”

Both of them look at me, and my heart sinks into my chest. Oh my god…

I thought… I thought the guy I saw guarding outside Daddy’s door was Nick.

That’s his usual position.

I titter. “No, Nick was here, Daddy. I swear it.” I swallow, my realization that I accused him on the one night he had a solid alibi burning a hole through my brain.

I have introduced chaos… into my thoughts.

“I-I-I… he must have come back early. That’d explain it.” “No,” Daddy says, “what’d explain it is you are one selfish brat. Brat wouldn’t even be the right word, but I’m not interested in being crass. No, what you wanted to do is sabotage the career of a man because-because I don’t know-because you weren’t getting enough attention? Because you can’t stand playing second fiddle to someone else? Your mind is so fucked, I can’t even wrap my head around it.”

I scoff, clutching the arms of the chair. I have to keep myself from bolting from the room in a panic. “Daddy? Second fiddle? Please, I don’t care one single shit who you spend your time with.”

“Oh, yes, you do. You don’t think I notice how much you try to insert yourself into every aspect of my life-you know what, no, I’m not going to argue with you about this. What you just did-the length you went to to destroy Nick-is sickening. It’s a level I didn’t think you had in you. But I was wrong.”

I clear my throat, interrupting him. “Yeah, well, whatever. It’s just a game. I play it how I want.” I stand and turn toward the double doors of

Daddy’s office. I pull on the doors, but they won’t budge. They’re sealed shut, and Daddy’s made sure I’m incapable of leaving.

Not until he’s done with me.

“See, that’s the problem,” he says, leaning back in his chair and folding his hands on his lap. “You think this is a game. Fine, if you want to play a game, let’s play a game.”

Daddy turns toward Nick and nods his head. Nick turns, breaks his stance, and heads toward me.

“You wanted to wreck Nick’s life, so how about I let him wreck yours?” Nick grabs my wrists roughly, slinging them up against the double doors behind me. My heart leaps from my chest, and I’m unable to escape his dominant grasp.

“Daddy, what the fuck are you doing?” I call out over Nick’s shoulder. “You’ve been tempting him, trying to seduce him. Nick and I agreed you need to be taught a lesson. If anything, let’s call it Nick’s reward for having to deal with your shitty behavior. This way he’s happy, and I don’t have a lawsuit on my hands defending my horrible stepdaughter from an honorable man.”

Nick grabs the spaghetti straps of my negligee and rips them down my shoulders, successfully exposing my tits with a single pull.

“Oh my god!” I shout. “Daddy! This is so wrong!”

He chuckles. “We’ll see about that.” Daddy watches, relaxed, sitting in his chair without a care in the world.

Nick leans into me, whispering in my ear, “I know you want this.” As he looks me in the eyes, I feel a surge of dominance travel from him into me. My stomach quivers at his words, and I know the lust I felt for him before is still brewing inside me. His chocolate eyes survey me, and when I don’t respond, he only smiles.

“A bad girl like you needs to feel what it means to be controlled. A nasty slut needs to be put in her place.”

I shake my head. “Daddy, this-”

Nick covers my mouth with his hand, muffling me. “Enough of that.

From here on out, I’m your Daddy.”

Sealing my trap, Nick lowers his mouth, kissing my neck lightly. The sensation tickles me, and I flinch, shocked by my body’s response to his touch. As much as the idea of being forced into this goes against everything in my flesh, my body has a whole different feeling about it. And it’s only upped when I look across the room at Daddy, who’s watching with a smile as his stepdaughter is dominated by his giant, black bodyguard.

I can’t believe he’d let this happen! I thought he saw me as something to protect, something that needed to be saved from the dangers of the world. It baffles me how he watches Nick kiss down my chest with joy.

His stepdaughter!

But rather than disgust me, the feeling of his eyes on me, my tits exposed to him, my body captured against the wall, only seems to excite me.

This dirty feeling runs through me, and I feel goosebumps prickle my skin.

No, this isn’t right…

Nick’s lips circle my nipple, and my lower back arches, pleasure diving deep through my muscles, agitating my body and mind. My thoughts are corrupted as heat flushes my skin.Exclusive content © by Nô(v)el/Dr/ama.Org.

I groan into Nick’s hand. That feels good…

And even though my tits are large, Nick’s hands are larger, circling my breast easily as he pulls me into his mouth. My pink nub burns as his lips massage it, his saliva warming me to the pit of my stomach.

I moan, and Nick lifts his head to look at me. He removes his hand from my mouth. “You want this off your mouth?”

I lick my lips, which are dry and sore. I nod, and he says, “Then who’s your Daddy?”

I look over at my stepfather, whose posture is awaiting my response.

Nick grabs my chin and gently pilots me back to his eyes. He waits.

I say, “You are.”

“I am what?”

“You’re my Daddy.”

“Good girl,” he says. “I think you need a heavier hand to guide you.” My face heats up when he says that. I never thought a man dominating me would be something so enticing. But the way he makes me call him

Daddy, like I don’t have any control over it, tickles me deep down.

My stomach flutters at the thought.

How did he take this new title, this new title while my actual Daddylookingwasg on?

It’s so utterly taboo and so completely erotic!

And when his lips meet mine, I soften, my hard resistance shuttered quickly. The way his hands move down my torso, crossing over my nipples, pulling on them as he passes by, makes me give in.

To go from hardcore defiant to compliant in five minutes flat… my body’s never felt such a transformation, and it’s confused as to what to do with the conflicting impulses.

But it won’t take long before I’m consumed by the only thing that matters.

Submission.