Page 31 of These Family Ties

She nods, and I cock a brow. She picks up on the warning immediately and swallows hard before answering, “Yes, Daddy, please. Fuck me already.”

“Shit!” I hiss. “You want to feel Daddy imprinted on your cervix, don’t you, baby girl?” My shaft throbs with the need for release. I stroke the vein on its underside, causing a shiver to course through me. I’m edging myself at this point. I lift her hips, pull her arms taut against the restraints, and line her up with my cock.

“I’m not sure you’re ready for this, baby girl. If I fuck this sweet little cunt, it will only know the shape and feel of my cock,” I tease her.

She begins wiggling her lower half, but then I pierce her with my shaft. I can only get half of it in her pussy, so I slowly thrust in and out, coaxing her until she can take all of me. Her eyes roll back in her head, signaling she’s loving this.

“Talk to me. Has anyone else filled you up like this?”

“Shhh,” she breathes heavily, panting, trying to find her words. Then she spits out, “Shut up,” but it holds less of the sass than what she was giving me earlier.

I push her shirt up, exposing her rose-bud nipples. She doesn’t have much more to go before I’ve fucked all the sass out of her. I slap her breast, and her eyes burn with that familiar fire once more.

“I see more punishments in your future, baby girl,” I growl. The pressure in my spine is building to the point of pain once I see my handprint on the side of her tit. “You like that. You’re milking Daddy so fucking good with this tight little pussy.”

Our climax is like an elevator to the heavens. An accomplishment I didn’t know I was seeking. I made her speechless. I love how I think I’m knocking on heaven’s gates when I know they will only turn me away with how depraved this is. Daddy’s giving his little girl all she’s ever wanted and more. For that thought alone, I’ll burn in hell forever more. I’ll dance on the pyres and live happily, knowing she’s being taken care of.

The pressure builds as she milks me, eager to suck my dirty soul out of me with her tight cunt. I thrust into her, making a symphony with our bodies as we meld and intertwine with one another until we combust.

Her screams of pleasure will be all I hear when I sleep at night from now on. Her body quakes in my hold, and my body has been tense for the last few strokes as I follow her through her release. Our breaths sync in time, and we explode like dying stars.

“Fuck! Baby girl! I’m pumping you full of my cum,” I groan, and the sound is animalistic as I spill inside her.

I hold myself within her quivering cunt until her body grows slack in my hold.

Chapter Eleven

Swayze

The world around me goes black, and I can’t feel my body. I’m not sure how long I’m out before I come to. My hands are free of their restraints, and I’m curled up against a hard chest. There are those soft caresses. Those gentle touches. I usually try to avoid those because I don’t want to connect. That would give them the power to break me, and I won’t allow anyone to break me again. But this? This is nice. My scalp tingles from someone playing with my hair. I don’t want to open my eyes because I know if I do, this dream will end, and I never want it to.

He’s mine. My daddy. This is where I want to be. Where I’m meant to be.

I’m being held. I can’t remember the last time I was cradled like this. Daddy’s strong arms are around me. I snuggle my face into his chest, inhaling his natural masculine scent.

“Swayze,” he whispers, “Zair-bear.”

“Hmmm.” Don’t wake me from this dream, I don’t want to move from this position. I’m light as a feather with no cares about the outside world. I don’t want this to end.

“Zair-bear, we have to go home.” His lips move against my hair, inhaling my scent as deeply as I am his. We are carving it into our memories, pocketing it away for safekeeping.

“Home?” I question, because the home he’s talking of isn’t my home. I don’t claim that place. This right here in his arms is where I consider home. It’s safe, warm, and filled with love.

“Yeah. We gotta get back.” He moves to put me on the seat beside him, but I wrap my arms around his neck.

“I don’t want to go back there, Daddy. That’s not my home.” I point to his chest. “This is. Can’t we run away? We don’t need to go back to her. Mom doesn’t care about us.”

His eyes search my face as if he’s considering my words. “I just have a few things to take care of. We won’t have to stay long. Just one more night, okay?”

A warmth spreads through my chest at his words. He’s saying we are going back, but it’s not going to be forever. Then we can go and live out our fantasies together. We will be happy. No more pain.

“Yeah, that sounds good to me.” I hug him tightly around the neck, and his arms wrap around my waist, squeezing me back.

Then, we eventually let go of each other, returning to reality.

We take our places, him in the driver’s seat and me in the passenger. We drive through the familiar back roads that have shaped my life, but things look different now. The outlook is more hopeful. When we get to the trailer, I place my hand over his on the steering wheel. He turns his hand over to intertwine his fingers with mine, giving me a reassuring squeeze before letting me go and placing the station wagon in park.

“Things are going to change around here,” he whispers, cutting the engine.

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