I was my father’s muse and it essentially ruined me [Mf]

My father is a renowned painter but what society doesn’t know is that he’s broken, depressed, and suffers from alcoholism. I attribute what he’s become to his upbringing and the untimely passing of my mother. Although I grew up in his villa, I still yearn for his approval and affection. I remember reading articles and publications about him, just to get a semblance of familiarity.

A while back, while I was at the pool with my friends, he called me over and held me by my chin and examined me. Later that evening, over dinner, I made an agreement that would seal my future prospects and life. While I was accepted by some of the finest universities, I decided to stay home, just so I could get my father out of the rut. We’ve been confined in his studio for almost two years and we barely have anything to show for. Anytime he touches me, it’s harsh and to correct my posture or stance. He’s vile and dismissive as well. I am longing for a father that I might never get. With the passage of time, I’m realizing that my feelings for him are more than just that of a daughter’s. He’s not aware of what goes on in my perverted mind while he keeps me in those uncomfortable poses. I want to be his savior and revitalize his zest for life. I’ll never be able to love a man like this again.

Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/ohnejt/i_was_my_fathers_muse_and_it_essentially_ruined