Bound to Daddy’s Bed Blurb Adriana is sneaking in a boy for a little too much late night fun. She is getting into all kinds of trouble much to her step father's disappointment, but can he put an end to her slutty ways by disciplining her in a new way? He interrupts one of her sleepovers and in his anger he ties her naked body up to his bed, providing a much too tempting display of her wet pussy. He is going to let her know what it's like to be with a real man. After he gets through with her deliciously fuckable young body, she won't settle for boy in her bed again. For Adults only! This 7000 word short story contains graphic language and depictions of sex including daddy/daughter themes, rough sex, bondage, and unprotected sex. All of the characters are over 18 and none of the sexually active characters are blood related. Excerpt: “What the hell am I going to do with you?” “I don’t know. You already grounded me.” I rolled my eyes. “Don’t roll your eyes at me young lady!” “But Daddy, I was in my room just like you asked me to be. I didn’t do anything wrong.” “Stop rolling your eyes at me. You don’t see anything wrong with sneaking in a boy after dark?” “No. We were being responsible. He used protection. Just because you don’t have a sex life doesn’t mean I don’t have to.” I couldn’t believe he was drilling me like this. He knew I had sex. He was my OBGYN, and not only did he take care of all my exams, he gave me my birth control pills when I was sixteen. “That’s it. This time you’ve gone too far, Adriana.” He stalked over to the side of the bed and ripped the sheets from my prone body. It had been the first time in years he had seen my body without a stitch of clothing. I didn’t make any attempt to hide my nudity from him, but I did press my legs together tightly. My nipples were puckered with the chill of the air and my father stopped for a moment to admire by body. He started with my flushed face but then his dark eyes dropped to my breasts and then finally slid along my lower anatomy to my legs and then back up to meet my face again. He reached down and wrapped his fist around my wrist, yanking me sharply from the bed. “No, Daddy.”I fought him, trying to pull away. I didn’t know where he was taking me, but he was so angry I didn’t feel he was not safe to be around. “Jesus, Adriana. Stop fighting me and it won’t hurt as much.” “Stop! What are you doing?” “Something I should have done a long time ago,” he growled. He dragged me into his bedroom. The sheets to the King size bed were mussed up as if he had tried to sleep. He must have overheard Todd and me going at it. He stopped next to the bed and let go of my hand. “Stay here,” he commanded. I looked towards the door—my only escape—and then back to my stepfather, John. What would I be risking to make a run for it? Would I be kicked out of the house forever? Would Todd welcome me into his house and what would happen to me? If I risked it, I also risked he wouldn’t be helping me anymore. Forget school, I didn’t have the money to make my car payments. In a matter of months it would be repossessed. I didn’t move. He seemed satisfied and left to rummage through his closet. He came out with a leather belt and snapped it between his hands. Goosebumps rose on my arms. He couldn’t possibly be planning to use that on me. My butt muscles clenched involuntarily. “What is that for?” “Adriana, we have to come to an understanding between us. If you can’t have any self discipline, then I have to take you under my wing. I never thought I would have to do this, but you have left me no choice.” His white knuckles gripped the leather. He looked determined to make this happen. More than anything I did not want to feel my Daddy’s belt. I have never been whipped before. I was afraid of the pain, and the humiliation. “Daddy, you don’t have to do this.”
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