Anything He wants

I lower my eyes to the floor as a rush of shame overcomes me. I just realized I’m a freak. It just happened. I hadn’t even had time to judge it yet.

It’s a fact, that’s all. But my stepdad’s judgment makes it all real, out loud, for the whole world to know. In this case, the humiliation doesn’t feel that good.

“I’m sorry, Daddy,” I say, not wanting to drag him any further into my sick perversion.

“You like that word, don’t you? You couldn’t stop from saying it last night as I spanked you.”

This time I blush. The goosebumps come to life and run up my body. I can’t respond, my words are difficult, but mainly because I don’t want Daddy to hear my voice crack or see the flush of excitement in my face and body. “Is that what you want from me? To be spanked? Is that why you’ve been such a horrible girl?”

I nod. I feel a bit of release now that I can admit it. I did feel shitty a lot of the time that to delve into my desires, I had to be a nuisance and plague my stepfather’s life. I wasn’t just acting out: I was driving him mad. “I never really wanted to hurt you,” I say, looking up at him. I shake my head, “I didn’t mean any of the mean crap I said. I was just…” I swallow.

The thought of saying my desires is something that causes my throat to seize up. “You what?” he asks, bending down toward me. The smell of his closet comes spilling back into me as his face comes close to mine. “What were you

doing?”

The fear in my eyes is probably readily visible as I can feel my eyelids shaking. How can I possibly admit it?

“I was… was…” I try, but the words are impossible to form.

Daddy smiles, “You were being a slut, weren’t you?”

My face flames up as I hold my breath. Daddy! That’s so rude! Ugh, it hurts so much to see his eyes so close to mine, piercing into my hidden urges, revealing my darkest thoughts.

“Yes, yes, I was being a slut,” I admit, wanting to punish myself for being so nasty to him. “I’m sorry. I’m a freak.”

He laughs, standing up again. “I’d rather you be a freak than the horrible woman I thought you were becoming. I’m relieved.”

I look up at him, wonderment crashing into me. “Really?”

He nods. “Horrible people are a dime a dozen. Shitty to deal with, living petty little lives where they’ll never amount to anything. I feared that for you more than anything. I want you to be happy.”

I smile at the sudden turn in dDaddy’sdemeanor a welcoming respite from the criticizing of my filthy behavior. “Besides, freaks can be trained.”

I furrow my brow, instantly confused. “Trained?”

Daddy’s hands fall to the waistband of his jeans. He pulls the strap from his belt, unlatching it and freeing it. He unbuttons his pants, letting them slide down his legs.

“Daddy? What are you-”

His thumbs hook his boxers, dropping them after his pants.

My eyes go wide.

Daddy’s cock is free from his clothes, thick and flaccid, hanging loosely as if it were the most normal thing in the world.

I gasp as Daddy takes his cock in his hand, giving it a few light strokes as he talks. “My little girl’s a freak? So what. She gets turned on by dDaddypunishing her?” He shrugs.

His cock starts to grow in his grip, expanding as his hand continues to caress it.

“Then daddy’s going to punish her until she gets her fill.”

My mouth sits ajar, shock causing my jaw to hang open.

“Yeah, there you go babycakes. Open that mouth for Daddy and come get your punishment.”

Daddy steps in close to me, his cock mere inches from my mouth. I look

down at it, the head bobbing as dDaddyflexes, taunting me, kind of like when I

taunted Daddy every day for so long.

And just like the urge daddy probably felt to swat my bottom in an attempt to correct my behavior, I feel the urge to take his fat cock in my mouth.

Almost unconsciously, I lean forward, my mouth opening slowly as I ready myself for him.

But just as I get close enough to feel his heat against my face, Daddy takes a step back from me, lengthening the distance between us. I look up at him, and he says, “Come and get it. It’s not going to be that easy. I saw how hard you worked for those spankings; let’s see how hard you work to taste this dick.”

I swallow, the craving to taste him spurred on by the building wetness between my legs. My soaking pussy has been heating up since late last night, and there’s not a cell in my body that can resist the intense temptation inside

me.

I stand taller on my knees. The first swing of my knees forward is painful: having been stationary for an hour, my muscles cry out as I engage them mindlessly. But the strain my knees had digging into the carpet is immediately relieved at the same time, giving me the fortitude to pursue my retreating daddy.

Each time I waddle closer to him, he lets me get within an inch of his semi-erect cock before withdrawing further back. I want to bring my hands up and stop him, pull him in, suck him as my mouth waters, but my hands barely move against the rope.

The inability to will my hands to tackle Daddy is disheartening but wholly erotic. I continue to pull against the binding, allowing myself to

experience the constraint containing my desire indefinitely. It forces my knees to move faster, catching up with Daddy as he falls to sit on the bed. Upon his butt landing on the mattress, I lean my head forward, pushing his cock down my throat.

I’m so hungry for him that I don’t even wait for him to get situated. He’s still adjusting himself on the bed as I begin to suck his cock, clamping my lips around him as I pull up on his foreskin.

It’s like I’m stretchDaddyaddy out with my mouth, pulling up on his cock, feeling it get harder with each tug of my mouth. It takes only a dozen tugs and half a dozen groans from daddy before his dick comes to full attention,

his thickness transferring well to his hardened rod, spreading my mouth open as I make room Daddyaddy.

I stick my tongue out as I bounce my head up and down his cock, licking his shaft as I take him in. I pull my arms against the restraints, the tug of rope making my stomach quiver. I stick my ass out in reply as if propositioning someone behind me to fuck me mercilessly. Daddy sees that and leans forward to smack my ass. The sting is like heaven, enhanced by the rod filling my mouth. I moan against his cock, the vibration of my lips makiDaddyddy squirm.

“No, I don’t want to come yet,” he says, “I haven’t even punished you yet.”Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.

I shudder, excitement welling inside me. “Punish?”

He stands, his cock escaping the reach of my lust.

He circles me, putting his hands under my butt. His warmth on

my fleshy ass reminds me of his spankings and the excitement inside me feels like it’s about to explode in gleeful hysteria.

“Stand” is all he says.

I pick one knee up, my lack of balance from my lack of arms making it

difficult to gain my balance. When I push up, my weak legs nearly give way, and I would have fallen over if not for Daddy’s support under my butt helping me to my feet.