by Lucy Lixx
I saw my mom tear up as she nodded her head in approval and the applause exploded around them.
The registrar soon showed up, clearing his throat and asking everyone to
take their seats. As we did, Daddy took my mom’s hand and led her right below the huge wreath of flowers. A photographer soon appeared, snapping photos of everyone present, while all the guests were swelling up, obviously touched by his gesture.
I took my seat next to Brian and was completely immersed in the event, looking at my mom, realizing how happy she finally was. I glared at Brian and smiled at him, wanting to acknowledge how beautiful this night turned out to be. Brian leaned in and whispered:
“Now we are officially a family. How much do you love your daddy?”
I felt sarcasm in his voice and decided to ignore it. I wasn’t going to let anyone ruin this beautiful moment. I leaned in and whispered: “Very much.”
The second I turned to watch the event, I saw Daddy grab my mom’s hand, while she adoringly gazed into his eyes. For a split second, I was jealous as I felt I was the one that was supposed to be up there with him. I tried to chase away those evil thoughts, as I saw a trio of violinists show up. They started playing and their music only enhanced the romantic atmosphere around us.
“We are gathered here today to unite this man and this woman…” – The registrar started as I relaxed and decided to enjoy in the moment.
“Do you, Michael Jones, take Emma Hughes to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, in sickness and in heath, in good times and woe, for richer or poorer, keeping yourself solely unto her for as long as you both shall live?”
After a moment of silence, Daddy looked towards my mom and whispered:
“I do.”
The crowed started cheering but decided to wait until the bride said “I do.”
The registrar, pleased with the answer, turned to my mom, asking the same question:
“Do you, Emma Hughes, take this man, Michael Jones, to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, in sickness and health, to love, honor and obey, in good times and woe, for richer or poorer, keeping yourself solely unto him for as long as you both shall live?”
“I do.” – Whispered my mom, glaring at him adoringly.
“If there be anyone present who may show just and lawful cause why this couple may not be legally wed, let him speak now or forever hold his peace.” – The registrar announced and for a split second, I thought he was looking straight at me. The question made me feel uncomfortable, and with Brian leaning in and whispering: “Don’t you want to say something?” it made me even more uncomfortable.
After a minute, they exchanged the rings. I barely remember the last part of the event as my head was already buzzing. I do remember everyone stood up and applauded for a very long time.
Chapter 6
After the ceremony, I stood by at the side watching mom dancing with my new Daddy. Actually, I was staring at him, not able to look away. The charisma of power and success combined with experience and physical beauty was making me droll. Just by looking at him, I was wet. I was imagining his hands up my skirt, his touch on my skin, his prickly beard on my face when Brian came and stood right next to me.
“I see you watching. I just don’t know why you stare at him that way.”
I was dragged away from my fantasy; painfully aware Brian was talking to me.
“What way? I wasn’t staring.”
Brian leaned in on me even more. I could smell his perfume, I felt his body weight on mine.
“Doesn’t matter little sis. As long as you pick me.” – He whispered, lowering his right hand on my ass, grabbing it with full force. No one that was in front of us knew what was happening. I wanted to move away and leave but I caught Daddy looking at us. From his look, I knew he was aware of what was happening and I knew he wasn’t pleased. I decided to play along, I wanted to make him jealous. So, I leaned in even more on Brian’s hand, looking up and flirting with him.
“What do you want Brian?”
“You. Isn’t it obvious?” – He gushed, surprised by my reaction. With his other hand he was holding a glass of wine: “You want some?”
“I’m not legally allowed to drink.”
“You’re not legally allowed to be this hot either.”
I smiled and took the glass from him. As I was sipping, I saw Daddy staring at me. I knew he wasn’t happy by what he was seeing. I knew he was jealous. And, it made me feel good.
“Shall we dance?” – I asked as Brian took my hand and led me to the dance floor. He held me real tight as we danced and I was aware at the glances we got from the people around us. I was aware they were already whispering how the stepbrother and sister got too close. But, I didn’t care.
I relished his look. Daddy was staring at me with such intensity that made my toes curl again. I knew I was going to be punished for my actions as I just disobeyed him: I was not behaving as a good girl anymore.
As the party came to an end, it was mom, Brian, Daddy and I that were left on the balcony. Brian was clearly tipsy and I let him kiss me, without mom seeing us.
Daddy was staring at us: “Brian behave. Go to bed. Now.”
His voice was stern, stable and low, more like a growl than speech. It looked as if Brian sobered up the minute he heard his father talk and without saying a word, he left.
“I’m going to change.” – Mom said, kissing Daddy and hugging me.
It was just the two of us outside, standing one across the other. The night was calm and warm but I had goose bumps all over. As soon as he was sure mom was not coming back, he slowly walked up to me. The way he walked made my heart race and took my breath away. I was left speechless and helpless.
“So, you let Brian touch you?”
I nodded. I couldn’t utter a single word.
He came face to face with me and put his right index finger on my lips. He was massaging them, touching them, rubbing my lips with his finger as he was staring into my eyes.
“I asked you to be a good girl, Beth. And it seems you have disobeyed me.”
I lost control over my knees and body. I was shaking. Not from fear but from anticipation, from attraction, from how drunk this man made me feel. I wanted him.
He slowly opened my mouth and put his right index finger inside.
“Lick. Gently.” – He whispered as he stood there, watching. I was looking directly into his eyes while I took his finger and licked it slowly before I started sucking on it. I saw him open his mouth in pleasure then close it again. Daddy leaned in even more, using his left hand to glide it inside my skirt from behind and spank my bottom.
He wasn’t being gentle. The spanking hurt. I was surprised and humbled at the same time. He saw my expression and smiled: “You’ve been a very naughty girl, Beth. And I have to discipline you.”
With this, I felt his left hand struggle through my panties and opening my ass. He was gliding his hand up and down before pushing one of his fingers inside. It hurt like hell and I almost screamed.
“I’m finger-fucking your asshole, Beth. This is what happens to bad girls. Don’t you dare make a sound.”
I completely fell onto him. The pain burst throughout me, I felt tears streaming down my face and I was biting on his shirt to contain my screams. As I leaned in, I felt a huge bulge in front of his pants and I knew he was hard for me. Despite the pain, knowing that I was able to turn Daddy on, turned me on even more and I lifted my head and kissed his neck.
“So much for the pain, huh? You are such a little slut, Beth.” – He whispered, removing his hand, grabbing me by my shoulders and pushing me away.
“We are not done though. You will be disciplined.”
I nodded, looking down. Part of me was scared as I didn’t know how severe my punishment will be, but the other part of me was looking forward to it.
Right when I thought it was all over, Daddy leaned in and whispered:
“Punishment number 1 was this. Punishm
ent number 2: I’m going to fuck your mom with the hard-on you gave me. Think about it.”
With this, he left the balcony and went upstairs. I exhaled deeply before leaning on the fence, trying to pull myself together. I looked up and my heart stopped: Brian was on one of the windows right above the terrace.
Chapter 7
This was my first night in the enormous mansion. I got my own room, beautifully decorated, with a walk-in closet and a marble bathroom. I was exhausted from the whole night and was able to take off my clothes and go to sleep.
The next morning, I woke up feeling someone’s hand on my forehead. I thought it was Daddy and opened my eyes to see mom seating on the brink of the bed, gazing at me adoringly. She had a distinctive shine about her, something I knew she got from having sex last night. Sex she should be thanking me for.
“Good morning sweetie. You don’t have to get up now. I just wanted to tell you I have to run to the office and I’ll be back. Mike and I decided it was for the best for you and me to live here from now on. So, later today maybe we can go pack?”
“Sure mom. Anything for you.”
She smiled, leaned in and kissed my forehead: “See you later baby.”
As she walked out of the room, I turned and laid on my stomach with the pillow below my head, thinking about everything. I heard footsteps coming through the door: “Mom, did you forget something?”
“It’s not mom.”
Daddy’s voice made me tremble. Immediately, although still half-asleep, I was shaking and I got the goose bumps again. I tried to get out of bed only to be stopped: “Don’t get out. Get in bed. And lay face down.”
As I laid down, I took the courage to tell him: “Brian saw us last night.”
“Oh? What did he see?” – Daddy was speaking, as I heard a noise: sounded as if he was taking off his belt.
“He was on the window atop the balcony. He saw us…”
“He saw us what, M?” – As he spoke, he lifted the sheet off me, only to reveal my complete nakedness.
“He saw you…touching me.”
He hit me with his belt on the ass real hard. It hurt, I screamed. Daddy kept talking in his stern, stabile voice as if nothing happened:
“I was touching you? Where?”
I kept quiet for a second, thinking about what I should say. He started spanking me, harder and harder: “I asked you a question, didn’t I? I expect an answer!”
Although I knew what we were doing last night, I felt too embarrassed to say it. Daddy kept using his belt and his palms to spank me and I kept screaming in both pain and arousal. I felt him getting on the bed, mounting me. I was laying head down with his legs holding me tightly underneath him.
“Should I repeat myself?” – Daddy leaned in and whispered on my ear.
“No daddy. I will behave.” – I whispered back as I felt him petting me on the head.
“So, what did I do to you last night?”
“You put your finger in my mouth…and you stuck your finger in my ass.” – I whispered.
“Good girl. And, did you like it?”
I tried to nod in agreement, but I couldn’t as he had me face down, locked in, completely unable to move.
“Yes…”
“Yes what?”
I didn’t know what to say and I went with: “Yes, daddy.”
He seemed happy with the answer. He took both of my hands and tied them up behind my back with his belt. I felt Daddy’s hands glade through every inch of me, as if he was inspecting new uncharted territory. It felt oddly satisfying, good, arousing…I was turned on and I wanted more. I never realized I was moaning until he leaned in, completely lying on me, with the heaviness of his torso on my body. I felt daddy breathing in me ear with his arms around me head: “You are a good girl. And, I’ll award you.”
I felt his hands gliding from my neck, through my back, my tied arms all the way down to my ass. He took his time there, squeezing and massaging me, right after which I felt daddy started opening it with his both hands. I couldn’t move I was squeezed under him, face down, not even able to see what he was doing.
“Tell me Beth…have you ever been fucked?” – He spoke, giving me goose bumps head to toe.
“No, daddy…no I haven’t.”
I heard him smirk in satisfaction: “Well, you’re about to be.”
As he said it, I felt my pussy drip of wetness. I was ready and I wanted him so much.
He pushed one of his hands in between my ass, gently massaging me all the way down. Daddy was really taking his time: he knew how much I wanted him and he kept teasing me, asking me to beg him. I was squirming under his hands, trying to move, trying to show him what I wanted.
He slapped me on my butt: “We’ll get there. I’m not in a hurry.”
Daddy kept rubbing me, from my anus to my pussy, slowly at first and then faster by the minute. I was moaning: “Give it to me Daddy, I want you.”
And, he smiled. A long, satisfying laugh: “Oh Beth, you’ve got so much to learn.”
My toes curled and my skin became too sensitive for his touch. I was wet, utterly turned on and as much as I was trying to move, to grab him, to show daddy how much I wanted him, I couldn’t. He wasn’t letting me.
Right after that, he took the belt that was tying up my hands and he used his left hand to hold both of my arms behind my back. Daddy took the belt and glided it through my ass, all the way down, rubbing me with it. This was a new sensation: the firmness and coldness of the leather brought me to a complete different dimension of arousal. And, I wanted more.
“Faster, daddy, faster!” – I dared to yell, only to have him remove the belt and spank me again.
“Not so fast baby girl. We’re taking it slow.” – With this, while still holding both of my arms, he leaned in and put his tongue in my butt first, after which he went down to my pussy. Daddy was licking me, sucking that sweet spot of mine and I was barely able to hold it together. I was trying to move, I was fidgeting, fighting to no avail. I was trying to cum, I was on the verge of a climax, but he simply wouldn’t let me.
All of a sudden, he stood up, picked me up by my arms and turned me to face him. We were both on the bed on our knees, facing each other. Me, barely able to catch my breath, him, with a deep desire in his eyes – something I hadn’t seen before.
As I leaned in to kiss him, he pushed me away: “I’m the one setting the rules here, Beth. You better obey.”
I nodded, as there was absolutely nothing I could do. He pushed me down, made me come eye to eye with his dick, something I was seeing for the first time. It looked enormous. It was hard and when I touched it, it felt as it was pulsating in my hand. I grabbed daddy and started going up and down with my hand, while staring into his eyes. He was looking at me and my hand, before stopping me: “You have to get it wet first, Beth. Be a good girl and put it in your mouth.”
I obliged. I was licking the tip at first, completely caught off guard as I had no idea what I was supposed to be doing.
“Good…that’s good…now, slide it in…suck it, Beth.”
And, I did. He tasted deliciously fresh, raw, manly, something I had not experienced before. I was really enjoying myself as I was sucking him off, watching his facial expressions while he was holding my head, pulling me in and out.
“Touch yourself.” – He whispered, as he was holding my head, and I removed my arms from his dick, while continuing to suck him off, and started rubbing myself. I couldn’t believe how wet I was, it almost felt embarrassing to be dripping in front of him! Daddy knew how much I wanted him.
“Good girl…you’re doing fine. Keep going.” – He said, leaning on the bed and opening his legs. I was laying in between his legs, touching myself and sucking my daddy’s dick. It felt hot, forbidden and arousing.
After a few minutes, he lifted my head: “That’s enough. Now, stand up and turn around. On all fours, please.”
And, I did. I felt a little weird for spreading out on all fours in front of h
im especially since I couldn’t see what he was doing. I felt his hands gliding through my body, all the way down to my pussy. Daddy pushed a finger inside and I screamed.
“Relax, Beth. Breathe.” – He was whispering, as I was trying not to scream. He was fingering me and I felt the wetness dripping. Soon after, he was just standing behind me with his fingers pointed, and I was leaning in and going back, all by myself. It felt amazing.
“You’re doing great, Beth. It’s time to see if you can handle it.”
I moaned in agreement as he came to me, opening me up and making me lean up front. I was with my arms and head on a pillow while my ass was up in the air. Then, I felt it.
Daddy took his member to my pussy and was rubbing it off me. It was the best sensation ever. I felt like I was on the verge to explode.
He pushed it in, slowly and I felt pain. I screamed, fidgeting to get away, trying to get out of bed, but daddy pushed me in, grabbing me by my midriff and holding me down.
“Not getting away now, Beth. It’s time. I’ve been polite enough so far.”
As he said this, he pushed his whole dick in me and I screamed and yelled and begged him to stop.
“Relax, Beth. Breath. Relax.” – He was saying as I was fighting for air.
After a few moments, the pain was gone. I started to feel his dick inside me, his hand on my clit, massaging, going in and out, and bringing me on the verge of an orgasm. I started moaning: “Yes, daddy, please don’t stop, please give it to me.”
“You’ve deserved it. You’ve been such a bad girl.”
“Punish me daddy, please fuck me hard!” – I was yelling, not able to figure out where those words were coming from. At that very moment, nothing mattered, except the utter pleasure he was giving me.
“You want hard?” – He asked, as I felt him pushing in one finger in my asshole. I felt full, too full, stuffed in all my holes, as he kept going, harder and harder.
“Please don’t stop!” – I yelled, I begged, as he kept fucking me. Daddy stopped. He stood up, leaving me on all fours on the bed. I was dripping, I was so close to cum, and I couldn’t believe he would leave me like this. I turned around and laid flat on my back, legs spread, reaching down to rub myself as he stood there, watching. Daddy was naked, hands on hips, inspecting what I was doing. The moment he realized I was getting too close, he removed my hands from my pussy, grabbed me by my feet and turned me on the side of the bed he was standing at. He was holding me by my ankles, taking my legs up high, landing them on his shoulders, while entering me again.