Daddy Demands 1

by Abby Kace

  Daddy Demands, Volume 1:

  Taboo Brats Submission Bundle

  By Abby Kace

  Daddy Demands VOL 1: Taboo Brats Submission Bundle is a work of fiction intended for adult readers only. All characters therein are 18 years old or older and not related by blood. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to events, locales, or actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

  Copyright © 2019 by Abby Kace

  Second Edition

  Seven stories of first times, forced submission, and innocence claimed.

  Men of the House and stepbrothers who give in to temptation. Untouched Little Brats who crave a rough hand.

  Check out my other titles here!

  Contents

  Daddy’s Special Cure

  Daddy Demands

  Ice Cream with Daddy and Step

  Daddy’s Dirtier Trip

  Curvy Princess

  Daddy Needs Help

  Rough Daddy, Gentle Step

  Also by Abby Kace

  About the Author

  Daddy’s Special Cure

  My stepdad has a look of pure bliss as we walk to our car. I trail behind him, my eyes wandering over his broad back and narrow waist, to those hard buttocks that bump up under his pants, and I feel the heat between my thighs before I look away.

  “Daddy, you don’t believe what that guy told you right?”

  He stops at the car and sighs. “Valerie, honey, you’re eighteen. You’re a grown woman.”

  I cross my arms.

  He glances at my small figure in cutoff shorts and clears his throat.

  “What I mean is you’re an adult,” Daddy says. “You need to take life more seriously. That’s why I brought you to see Dr. Tumant.”

  I roll my eyes. This is the second weekend he’s brought me to one of Dr. Tumant’s “healing seminars,” which the brochure describes as “new age spiritual enlightenment that will cleanse the body of impurities.”

  We sat through four hours of the guy babbling on, and the basic message is you shouldn’t masturbate if you want to be happy. Orgasms are bad too. Yeah. I don’t even think he’s a real doctor.

  But Daddy’s a believer.

  I stare at him during the drive home.

  “So you haven’t masturbated since …”

  “Valerie!”

  “I’m just asking! Dr. Tumant wasn’t shy about it. Don’t touch yourselves, ladies and gentlemen,” I mimic the doctor’s voice, “let not the hand seize upon that which lies in your loins. Blah blah blah.”

  Daddy shoots me a glare. I’m about to change the subject when he says, “When’s the last time you touched your pussy?”

  My heart leaps to my throat. “What?”

  “You heard me. When’s the last time you masturbated?”

  “Okay, that is not what you said.” Even as the words leave my mouth I feel a tug between my folds.

  He’d said pussy. My pussy.

  Daddy shifts in his seat. “Forget it.”

  But I can’t. Not his words or how his eyes had flicked to my bare thighs. Then another image comes to mind, Daddy stroking his hard cock. I look out my window and press my lips together.

  By the time we get home, the silence is beyond awkward.

  I think the weeks of self-denial are making Daddy lose control. He first started visiting Dr. Tumant four months ago. Does that mean he hasn’t climaxed in four months?

  I try not to think about it, but I can’t help myself. Daddy’s a gorgeous man. I’ve had plenty of dirty thoughts about him, but I never imagined he’d think the same way about me.

  Maybe he doesn’t.

  Maybe it was a slip of the tongue.

  Tongue. I picture his tongue sliding up my slit, and my pussy clenches.

  “Honey!”

  I look up with my cheeks hot. We’re eating dinner, the fork shaking in my hand.

  “Yes Daddy?”

  “Did you hear what I said?”

  Shaking my head, I close my knees under the table before Daddy can see how wet I am, even though he can’t see anything, of course. But I’ve never felt so see-through.

  “I said Dr. Tumant knows what he’s talking about,” Daddy says.

  “Enough with that stupid doctor!”

  “What’s gotten into you?”

  I stare at him in disbelief. “What’s gotten into me? What’s gotten into you?”

  “There’s nothing wrong with me—”

  I push away from the table, shaking my head. I’ve had enough of his pretending everything’s fine.

  When I get to my room, I slam the door and punch the pillows.

  I look through my clothes and pick the shortest skirt I can find, and a tight blouse that would give a dead guy an erection. I let my hair down and fluff it out.

  I get back downstairs to see Daddy washing dishes.

  He turns my way. “Honey?”

  When he sees what I’m wearing, his face chokes.

  “Yes, Daddy?”

  “Isn’t that skirt too revealing?” He scrubs furiously at a clean plate.

  “It’s comfy. I’m not going out or anything.”

  I brush past him to get a glass and notice the way his front presses into the sink. The muscles at the corner of his jaw flex.

  I pour myself some water and stand to the side, watching him with one hand on my hip. “Remind me again why it’s bad to masturbate?”

  His throat knots up and down. “Dr. Tumant says it leads to an unnecessary discharge of our bodies’ vital energies.”

  “Sounds like something a priest would say.”

  “Well, he’s not a priest. He’s a doctor.”

  “Hm.”

  Daddy gives me a sideways glance. “You gonna stand there all night?”

  “No.” I set the glass down. “Come to think of it maybe I will go out.”

  “Not wearing that.” His voice is harsh.

  “What’s wrong with this?” I say sweetly.

  “Valerie, you’re dressed like a stripper for god sakes.”

  “How do you know what a stripper looks like?”

  “Don’t test me, little girl.”

  I suck in a breath. Little girl—it was the way he said it. Nasty and scornful and dripping with lust.

  “Screw you,” I snap. The words just fell out.

  Daddy jerks his head at me, his eyes blazing. The erection in his pants is impossible to ignore. “What did you say, little girl?”

  My legs tremble as I edge back into the kitchen island, biting my lip, my face on fire. “S-Sorry, Daddy. I didn’t mean that.”

  Daddy strides two paces before he reaches me. “Look at how goddamn short this skirt is!”

  He pulls up my skirt and his eyes bulge.

  I’m not wearing panties. I must’ve forgotten when I changed. Or …

  He’s still holding up the hem of my skirt, with his eyes glued to my smooth pussy. Shallow breaths brush my neck. A growl rumbles from his mouth.

  “Daddy,” I whisper.

  “You’re not leaving this house.”

  “I—I’ll go change.”

  “No you won’t.” He grabs my arm. “You’re staying right here.”

  I’m not sure if he means I’m staying in the house or staying right at this spot. It’s not like I can move with his body pinned against mine.

  Without meaning to, as if my hand’s moving on its own, I squeeze his crotch. His cock is hard and thick.

  I can feel how hot it is.

  “What are you doing?” Daddy growls. His eyes fall to my breasts that are pert in the snug blouse I picked.

  “Making you feel good,” I whisper.

  He closes his ey
es for a moment as I squeeze down to his tip. Oh god. The size of it makes me shudder.

  “And where did you learn how to … make me feel good?”

  “Kevin taught me.” Kevin is my ex-boyfriend.

  “I’ll kill him,” Daddy hisses, staying still as I grasp him harder.

  The lust and protectiveness in Daddy’s voice make my chest flutter. “Daddy I only did it once! At a party.”

  “No one’s touching you again.” He takes a deep breath. “You know why, little girl?”

  I shake my head, hot and flustered.

  “Because I’m making you mine.”

  Daddy bends me over the counter before he slaps my bottom, making my cheeks jiggle and sting. My head jerks back when he yanks a handful of my long hair.

  “I’m not letting another man touch this plump little ass,” he says behind me, so close to my ear. “You want to show off? You’ll be showing off all your treasures to Daddy.”

  I feel a twist of panic as chills prickle my skin. The teasing act I’ve put up all night crumbles. I’m a virgin, and the time with Kevin was the closest I’ve been to a penis. Until tonight. I don’t know what came over me, why I grabbed Daddy’s cock like that.

  As he spanks me again and again, heat pools in my pussy and my back arches. I tilt my hips back, feet edging apart. I can feel the damp slicking my inner thighs.

  Daddy does too, stopping to slide his hand between my legs. “You’re wet, little girl.”

  “Yes,” I squeak.

  “Why is that?” he says, holding me by the neck.

  I feel the large warm thing in his pants and squirm. “Why are you hard?”

  His finger traces my moist folds, lightly brushing my clit with every circle. All he says is, “You make me hard.”

  “I don’t mean to,” I lie.

  Daddy growls as his cock presses into my thigh and his hand travels over my ass cheeks. I feel his body tense even more.

  “You want me to be your first time, little girl? Do you know how wrong that is?”

  “Show me, Daddy. Please.”

  He twists the soft flesh of my ass in his hand until I’m squealing. I clutch the counter, bent under his hard bulk.

  “You’ll regret saying that,” Daddy murmurs.

  He spins me around so we face each other. Daddy’s so tall I have to look up. He hitches my skirt to the waist before he kneels like a prince, holding me by the hips while his tongue drags over my pussy.

  I arch my neck, my mouth a big O.

  Daddy’s tongue delves over my thin folds and swirls at my clit. He’s gentle now, even as my ass throbs from his rough hand. He parts my sticky lips and lashes the hood of my clit with his tongue, and he licks all over my aching heat until I writhe against the counter.

  “Such a sweet little pussy.”

  He stands back.

  I can barely breathe.

  Daddy pulls out his hard cock, so thick and covered with veins, bigger than I imagined. I can feel the heat from that massive thing. It’s twitching, and a bead of cum drips off the tip in a long strand.

  My pussy clenches.

  I hesitate at the size of it, remembering all the jokes my friends made about cocks and whether size matters, but I find myself wishing it was smaller. That bulbous head can’t possibly fit inside me.

  My tummy feels like warm water.

  Daddy’s lust-crazed eyes connect with mine and we share the silence. Everything we’ve never told each other becomes apparent. I want him. He wants me. We can’t deny it.

  He lifts my left leg to spread me wider. His other hand pinches my clit, fiercely pink and swollen.

  I brace against his broad chest. “Daddy.”

  “Mine,” he growls.

  Daddy rubs the head of his cock over my pussy before pushing the very tip into me. I drown in pleasure, my folds clinging to his knob as the head eases into my tightness. Pressure builds in my belly.

  He slides deeper until I writhe against his body that’s pressing on mine. The hot pinch wrenches a gasp from my throat, and Daddy doesn’t move, his expression scrunched in concentration.

  A cry leaves my mouth.

  Daddy takes a long breath then pushes again until half of his thick cock has entered me. I scream into his shoulder, tears welling in my eyes.

  “It’ll only hurt once, baby girl.” He rubs my clit to ease the discomfort.

  The pain numbs to an aching pleasure, but I feel the sharp stretch in my virgin walls, unable to accept another inch of his big cock.

  Daddy’s chest rises and falls against my breasts.

  “Can you take any more?” he says.

  I shake my head. I feel as if I’ve disappointed him.

  He runs his hand through my hair and shushes my whimpers. I squeeze around his cock.

  Daddy pulls out and slides in again, careful and slow. Again he stops mid-length with my throbbing folds stretched thin around the thick middle of his shaft.

  Holding his shoulders, I try to push myself onto him as a prickling delight hits my front wall. But it’s no use. Any movement heightens the pain.

  “It’s okay, baby.” Daddy grunts out a laugh. He taps my nose. “My beautiful princess wants to be slutty, but she can’t take my whole cock in her little pussy.”

  “It’s not funny!”

  “No. It’s not.”

  He heaves forward and the air leaves my lungs. Daddy pumps my tight pussy in shallow thrusts, just enough to push in his cock head and three or four inches of the shaft. I glance down to see my cream and virginity coating the lower half of his shaft with every back-thrust. An orgasm begins to swell.

  Daddy unbuttons my blouse and my breasts fall free. He suckles each nipple before his tongue finds my mouth. “I need to be inside you,” he breathes. “All of me.”

  I moan.

  “There’s another way,” he says.

  My eyes jump open. “Daddy you don’t mean …”

  His mouth smashes into mine, draining my fears.

  Daddy withdraws. He turns me around so I’m holding the counter with my rear to him. I feel his hands pull apart the round cheeks of my ass, his tongue twirling at my puckered asshole.

  “You’ll take me here,” he says firmly.

  I shiver, not nearly as certain as he sounds, but the throes of arousal make me buck into his face.

  Standing again, he swipes my ass with a hard smack. “Ready for my cock, little girl?”

  “Yes, Daddy!”

  “You’ll cum for me one way or another.”

  Daddy’s demanding tone makes every nerve in my body sizzle.

  I grunt as the tip of his thickness strains through my ring into the tight warmth beyond. My asshole throbs rhythmically with Daddy pushing deeper. The pressure of his shaft seeps through my rear passage, and searing pleasure hits the inner wall of my pussy at the same time. I feel the membrane between my holes stretching as Daddy forces every inch of his huge cock into my bottom.

  He stops when his hips press my ass cheeks. My tight hole is stuffed to the limit.

  I let out a breath, tendrils of pleasure needling through my core. Sparks float in my vision, blurred at the edges as my body adjusts.

  “Good girl.”

  His cock starts to move, gently at first, then harder as he builds up a scorching pace. Daddy throws his weight into my clenched asshole, and my body knocks against the counter with every thrust. The clapping sound of his hips hitting my ass cheeks bounce off the walls. Unlike my pussy, my rear accepts his pumping cock greedily.

  Daddy wraps one hand in my hair, using it for leverage. “Good girl,” he says between grunts.

  I jerk back and forth under the hot violence of his love. Wisps of hair fall over my nose and mouth, plastered to the sweat that’s broken out. I have no time to wipe them away. It takes all my strength and both hands to brace against Daddy’s pounding cock.

  Daddy’s a beast. Months of self-denial are unleashed in minutes. He’s growling, the muscles of his body flexed taught. His fre
e hand slaps my ass without mercy.

  “Oh god!”

  “You okay, baby girl?”

  “Yes, Daddy.”

  He slows down to kiss my shoulder, his hand finding my clit again. My nub is slippery and he fumbles to pinch it.

  When he does I give a shrill cry.

  Daddy’s cock drags on my walls as he pulls me against him. His hands roam over my aching breasts as his tongue lathers up my neck. I crane my neck around, desperate to receive Daddy’s kiss.

  Our mouths meet even as our bodies writhe together, his cock buried between my cheeks. He strums my clit and sucks on my tongue.

  “Daddy,” I gasp.

  “Cum for me, my little slut.”

  His mean words, feigned or not, only kindle the flames in my belly. I struggle to hold his cock inside as my body begins to shudder.

  Daddy thrusts up, gripping me tightly, and he curls two fingers into my pussy.

  The pulses of orgasm wrench through my body. I grind back on his cock as I cry out my pleasure.

  Daddy buries me in his kiss, the cock in my ass not moving an inch, the fingers between my folds pushing deeper.

  I feel an itchy trickle down there that explodes.

  My pussy squirts as convulsions rock my muscles.

  Daddy brings his fingers up and tastes the juices coating them. “How sweet,” he growls.

  “T-Thank you, Daddy.”

  He closes his eyes and his handsome features slacken, like he’s fallen asleep, but the hard cock impaling my asshole has not softened. He didn’t cum.

  “Daddy?”

  “Yes,” he says in a soft voice.

  “Aren’t you going to … finish?”

  I’m stunned when I feel his length, still rock hard like when he first thrust into my pussy, ease out of my bottom.

  “No,” he groans.

  Daddy holds me in his arms. “It’s all right, little girl. Did you enjoy it?”

  I nod, uncertain. I loved it, but I want Daddy to love it too.

  “What’s wrong?” I ask him. “You don’t like me?” My lips pout, and I tilt my head. I hope I look sexy.

  He chuckles. “I could fuck you for hours and cum all night. But I shouldn’t.”

  This is not how I imagined my first time would end on those hot nights when I fingered my pussy to thoughts of Daddy losing control. “Oh my god,” I stammer. “You’re thinking about that stupid doctor aren’t you?”