Step-dad part 5 [noncon] [MF] [inc]

I knew it wasn’t rational to be this pissed. She was his wife, not me. But when I walked past Daddy’s door and heard my mom’s moans, I was furious. I belonged to him but he didn’t belong to me.

That’s probably why I called my friend, put on my tightest, sluttiest dress, and went out dancing. That’s also probably why I shoved my bra and panties into my purse before I got out of my Uber, the drivers eyebrows raised in his rear view mirror. “This is not for you,” I said prissily. He just laughed.

The light was on in daddy’s office. I knew he’d see me braless and wonder if I had fucked someone else. Good. Let him feel jealous. Before I unlocked the door, I adjusted my tits so they were barely in the dress. If I’d been thinking clearly, I’d have realized this was all very stupid of me.

I walked past his office. “Night daddy,” I said, meeting his eye steadily before walking up the stairs to my room. I was disappointed I hadn’t gotten a rise out of him. But if he thought I was going to let him fuck me after I heard him giving it to my mom, he was nuts.

I was so distracted I didn’t hear him until his hand had clamped over my mouth. He rushed me into my room, one hand firmly over my mouth, my teeth cutting into my lips, the other wrapped around me and pinning my arms to my sides.

“Where. The fuck. Have you been little girl?” He was furious, his voice low and barely leashed with rage.

He moved his hand away for me to answer and I made the mistake of being flip “I just went dancing daddy. I don’t see why you’d care, you got plenty of action from mom already today.”

He threw me on the bed face first and before I could scrabble away, he sat on my legs. He lifted the brief hem of my dress up and slapped my ass hard. “Did you fuck someone, slut?”

I gasped. This time he wasn’t playing and I was pretty sure it was going to leave a mark. “Daddy I wouldn’t, I’m sorry.”

He hit me again, even harder and tears sprang to my eyes. “ I’ll be able to tell if you’re lying.”

“Daddy please, you’re hurting me.”

He hit me again, his hand must have even stung on that one and I was sure I was going to have a bruise. Then he flipped me over, grabbed the top of my flimsy dress and tore it open. He pinched my nipples hard, punishingly. “You are mine, I own you.”

He moved enough to force my legs opened then he slapped me there too. I was so fucking wet, I was trying not to moan. He slapped my cunt again and again. I was writhing under him, panting and mindless.

I was so close to cumming and I think he could tell because he stopped and moved away. He was going to punish me as much as possible tonight it seemed. But then he was back, naked. He grabbed my legs and pushed them up. “Grab your ankles, slut.”

“Daddy, please not like this,” I begged, not wanting him mad at me.

“It will be however the fuck I want it. Now grab your ankles.”

I obeyed and he thrust into me deeper than I thought was possible. A moan slipped out and he crushed his hand over my mouth again. My pussy started to clench around him and he stopped. “Not tonight, little girl. You don’t get to cum, do you hear me?” I nodded. “Now keep your fucking mouth shut and be quiet.” He moved his hand and started fucking me hard.

Every time I got close to cumming, he simply stopped and waited. It was torture coming so close to the edge and being pulled back. “Are you ever going to pull this shit again?” He asked me as he slammed into me hard.

“No daddy,” I whispered. “I’ll be your good girl, I promise.” With one last hard thrust, he was filling me with cum.

“Don’t play with that little pussy tonight, do you understand me?”

I nodded. I was throbbing with need but I would obey him.

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/k4r2i3/stepdad_part_5_noncon_mf_inc