Thanks, Dad! (Part nine) [Father] [Adoptive Daughter] [Edging] [Light Bondage] [CNC]

By the time we got home, Ella was ravenous. We made it to the garage before she was kissing me and climbing over into my seat, her butt hit the horn and we both laughed as I scooted the seat back to give her room, “You don’t,” she kissed me again and guided my hands under her jacket and along the cut outs on her sides, “want to go inside?” I finished.

She shook her head, “Not right now. What I want right now is for you to push my panties aside with your dick and then I want you to sit back and let me ride you until you cum in me,” she said it with authority and I kind of loved it, but I also wanted our dynamic back of her looking to me for guidance.

“Just so you know, baby, you’ve already made a mess of me from making me finger you on the drive home,” I whispered to her.

She smiled and kissed my jaw, “Don’t get it on my dress when you…oohh,” she moaned and grabbed my shoulders as I quickly pushed her panties aside and guided my dick into her cunt in one quick thrust thanks to my cum coated head.

She started moving right away and I put my hands on her hips to slow her down a little. It took one motion for her to grab my hands and push them off of her, “No touching, just watching and feeling with your dick,” she said sweetly.

Ella pulled her jacket off then her dress and bra she looked me up and down, “Daddy, I want your shirt please?”

I pulled my suit jacket off and tossed it over into the backseat with her clothes and started unbuttoning my shirt as she loosened my tie and got it off of me. I got my shirt off and she held her arms up as I put it onto her. I started buttoning it up but she shook her head and started tying my tie around my wrist. She leaned up and back, her breasts pushed into my face as she lifted just enough to reach the grab handle in the backseat of the car and looped my tie through it, pulling tightly until my arm was above my head.

She looked at me sweetly, “Lift your other arm, Daddy.”

I obeyed her and she tied my other wrist with the tie then secured both wrists to one another. She leaned down and lowered the backseat until I had to make myself sit upright or it pulled my wrists. Then she got to work bouncing on my dick with my shirt on her small frame, open down the front and doing nothing to hide what the cold was doing to her tits. The sleeves were much too long, but all I could think about was how incredibly beautiful she looked in my shirt.

She leaned forward and kissed me passionately, rubbing her hips against mine with my dick deep inside of her pussy as she moaned and brought her hands up to her own tits, cupping them and rubbing them as she fucked me. She kept eye contact with me and whimpered whenever my dick twitched inside of her. Her hand went down between us and she leaned back on the steering wheel.

My hands stretched, I wanted to touch her so fucking bad, but she had me pretty securely restrained. “Do you want to cum, Daddy?” she asked as she played with her clit and continued to stroke my dick with her cunt, up and down, tight shifting forward and back, rubbing her pussy against the base of my dick, up and down…I nodded.

“Tell me, Daddy,” she said as she sat still on my dick and brought her hands down behind herself to fondle my balls.

“I want to cum in you, so bad, baby girl,” I said with a slight gasp as her fingertips cradled my nuts and she scooted herself forward, pushing my cock hard against her cervix.

“No,” she said as she climbed off of me.

I whined and she kissed me softly on the lips and curled up in the crook of my arm beside me.

“What are you doing, Ella?” I begged.

She looked at me, her eyes big and playful, “Daddy,” she said sweetly, “I’m going to tease you for a little while. Get you close to cumming over and over again, then stop and make you wait until we start over.”

“Why, baby?” I whined.

“Because when I loosen your wrist and go inside, I want you very horny, and a little angry when you finally work yourself loose and come find me.” She turned on the car and let the heater warm us both for a little while, my cock started to soften.

“Why do you want to do that, Ella?” I asked.

She smiled, “Because it’s the only way to get you to not listen to me when I beg you to stop, Daddy. If I just ask you to pretend it’s not the same,” she said in such a matter-of-fact way.

“You want me to not listen when you ask me to stop?” I asked.

Ella nodded, “Just for tonight, Dad,” she said as her hand started stroking my cock until it was hard again and she climbed back on my lap.

I groaned and she tilted her head, “I can’t stop you from cumming, Daddy, so if you don’t want to see what will happen you can thing about me and Sophie fucking you together until you cum regardless. But I want to know what you’re like in your darkest thoughts,” she whispered. “I want to know what I can drive you to.”

She got me close again and promptly hopped off of me and cuddled into my arm until my dick softened. She repeated that pattern over an hour. I fucking ached for her and my mind was reeling. She wanted to feel like she’d teased me and denied me enough that I’d resort to raping her to get relief after.

“Ella,” I whined, “I need to know your no isn’t a real no? Can you tell me a way please? Otherwise I don’t think…I think I’d rather just jack off before I came back in the house near you.”

She pouted, “I thought it was anything I wanted, Daddy?”

“Not, that, baby girl, not that, I can’t do that, not unless you’re trying to kill me emotionally,” I begged her as she climbed back off of my dick.

She thought about it as she looked into my eyes and saw the hurt and pain building in me at the notion of her not having an immediate out if she wanted it. She nodded slowly and put her fingernails on my palm, “Just make sure I can reach your hand like this. If I want to stop for real, I’ll dig my fingernails into your palm, okay?”

I nodded, “Okay, I can work with that.”

She looked a little sad at part of her fantasy being squashed by me, but she still kissed me and undid the binding of my wrists together and significantly loosened my left wrist. Her lips lowered down beside my ear as she whispered, “I’ll be in my bed, Daddy. In just my panties and your shirt, Don’t take too long or I might not be awake when you get started.”

She climbed over me and got out of the car, her keys were clasps in her hand as she looked back at me and gave me the faintest smile before she continued inside. I took my time, my balls ached and the image of Ella’s body stretched out on her bed in my shirt and her frilly new panties kept my dick hard that last time. I tucked myself away once I got my arms freed and headed inside.

The house was dark, but I knew my way around well, so I easily made it up the stairs and into Ella and Sophie’s room. Ella was curled up on her bed, her eyes closed and her breathing even. I waited long enough for her to fall asleep. If she was faking, it was a very good faking. I held my tie in my hand and approached the bed, very gently and carefully turning Ella onto her back, then wrapping my tie around her dainty wrists a few times and looping the silk fabric through the spokes in her headboard. Tying her wrists firmly in place.

She shifted in her sleep slightly, her breath caught in her throat and her eyes scrunched up as though she were in pain. I watched her until she relaxed again, then I pulled my belt off and looped it around her bound wrists, an added layer of security in keeping her still. I unbuttoned the shirt she took from me and admired her body, much like I had the night she and Sophie pretended to be asleep in their beds.

Some disgusting part of me looked over to Sophie’s bed and thought of the possibility of her being there, in bed asleep while I did this to Ella. Was I going to do this to Ella? Could I do this to Ella? Would I have tied Sophie up too? Worn a mask? Made her watch before I fucked her too? Was I capable of being that monster?

All thoughts that raged inside of my head as I guided Ella back over until she was on her side, her head on the arm that I wrapped under and used to clamp down over her mouth firmly. Her breasts rose and fell in rapid, shuddering breaths as I breathed heavily into her hair, “Shh…”

I lifted her leg and angled myself so that I could get my dick into her. She wasn’t as slick as she had been in the car, my fault for taking so long, I suppose, but she still had a warm wetness coating her that squelched when I pushed roughly into her. The feel of her tightness releasing as my cock plunged in made it fucking hard for me to hold out for more than that one thrust. “Ella…” I whispered, “Is this what you wanted, Baby?”

She had tears streaming down her cheeks and it occurred to me that she couldn’t reach my palms. But my hands were busy, one covering her pretty mouth to silence her pained cries, and one holding her leg up as I fucked her hard and deep, she was getting wet pretty fast from how it felt. I was thrusting slow and deep in her, grunting in her ear as I fought to hold out.

I put my lips to her ear, “If I let go of your mouth, are going to scream?” I asked.

She shook her head and I moved that hand up to hers, giving her easy access to my palms in case she wanted to stop. Ella whimpered and cringed as I thrust into her, “Daddy,” she whimpered, “I think I’m bleeding.”

I stopped moving and she tried to her head towards me, “Daddy?”

Unbelievably, I hesitated and considered continuing anyways, she hadn’t dug her fingernails into my palm, but she was also jolted awake by me grabbing her and fucking her without getting her dripping wet first, something we’d never done before. I pulled free of her and turned on the light.

Her legs were curled up to her chest, trying to squish her stomach as pain seemed to be coursing through her. There was definitely blood, but it wasn’t from me fucking her, It was too much blood for that. I quickly untied her wrists and got dressed as I pulled my shirt off of her and dressed her in pajamas before I ran to my room and got a tshirt for myself to throw on.

I picked her up and carried her back down to the car and we headed straight for the hospital. Rehearsing what I’d say when I got there. I had to be ready to answer some uncomfortable questions, yes, I was her guardian, yes, she’s kind of my daughter, yes we’re having sex, no we’re not married, yes she’s nineteen and in college, so I adopted her so she’d be on my health insurance plan. What the fuck’s wrong with her?

By the time I carried her into the ER, the blood had soaked through her pajamas and her skin was beyond pale. They took her back right away and I was frantic to the point that they held me down and gave me a mild sedative to keep me from fighting with the staff to get back to her in spite of them insisting they needed to do tests to see what was going on and I needed to stay out here.

A doctor took me into another room and sat down with me while the sedative kicked in, “What happened,” he asked me.

“She said she thought she was bleeding and I turned on the lights and…there was a lot of blood,” I said in a haze.

“How old is she?” he asked.

“Nineteen,” I said.

“Are you her father?”

I shook my head, “No, I mean, yeah…kinda, not…not biologically.”

“Walk me through it,” he said gently.

“Her family kicked her out, mine adopted her,” I said blankly.

“How old are you?” he asked.

“Forty-two,” I said. “What does any of this have to do with helping her?” I said through a haze of tears.

“When did you start having sex with her?” he asked bluntly.

“A few months ago,” I answered honestly.

“Is she on birth control?”

“No.”

“Are you trying to get her pregnant?”

“Yes, just tell me what the fuck’s wrong with my…with Ella, please?” I begged.

He left the room without another word and I sobbed.

It was hours before anyone came back into the room with me. I stood up instinctively, my legs were unsteady. I was in a daze from the sedative but from the look on the doctor’s face it didn’t look good. “Don’t fucking tell me my daughter’s dead,” I said as I fell to my knees in front of him.

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