A Good Girl for Daddy: Volume 5

“Ungh… Mmm… my little girl. Where’s my little girl?” Daddy groaned, his voice echoing through the house. The hairs on my arms stood up, a chill running down my spine. I threw off my covers, the cool air of the night brushing against my skin. My heart pounding in my chest, I jumped out of bed, my feet hitting the cold wooden floor with a soft thud.

I dashed towards the door, flipping on the light switch as I passed, casting away the shadows that danced in the corners of my room. I could hear Daddy’s groans growing louder and more urgent, as I made my way down the grand staircase of our mansion, my steps quiet in comparison to the grunting noises coming from my father.

The house was dark and menacing, the only light coming from the dim glow of the TV flickering in the living room. I hesitated, standing at the archway of the living room, peering around the corner. Daddy was sitting upright with his legs sprawled on the couch, naked. Because it was his house, and he chose to live in it how he saw fit. His eyes were closed, and his face contorted as if he were in pain.

I tried to bite my nails, but there was nothing to chew on because my nail beds were bare. I swallowed hard, my throat dry, and began to strip because I knew how much he didn’t like to see me clothed.

“Ughh… I need that little hole,” His groan filled the room, a deep, guttural sound that made me quiver as I removed the last bit of my pajamas. My panties were the last to go as I let them fall to the floor in a soft heap.

It made me shudder with disgust and fear, watching the way he stroked his cock thinking of me, but it also made my pussy tingle. I knew what was to come.

“Mmm… where is that sweet pussy of mine?” he moaned, his voice thick with lust. It was my job to listen out for these moans, to know the exact moment he was about to cum. It didn’t matter where he was in our grand mansion, if I ever missed his call, the consequences were severe.

I remembered the last time I’d failed him. I’d been in the kitchen, humming a tune, trying to pretend our life was normal. I hadn’t heard him, hadn’t felt the familiar tension in the air. When I finally did, it was too late. He’d found me, his eyes wild, his body shaking with unspent desire and anger. I’d been punished, made to kneel on the hard marble floor for hours, my hands pressed together behind my back, my back straight. I’d been made to recite our rules; to promise I’d never fail him again. I’d been made to watch as he… relieved himself, my failure his cause.

I rushed into the living room, my bare feet silent on the carpet. Words were unnecessary, he didn’t need them. His eyes were glazed over with lust, and he tracked my movements as I hurried into the room. I didn’t face him or give him the satisfaction of getting a good glance at my face. Instead, I turned, presenting my ass to him, and dropped to my hands and knees.

I arched my back, pushing my ass high into the air, offering myself to him. I knew what he wanted, what he needed. Easy access, no foreplay, no preamble. He didn’t care about my pleasure, only his own. So, I knelt there, my body ready, my mind elsewhere, as he moved behind me, his hand gripping my hip hard enough to leave bruises.

“Mm… fucking hell… Ughhh… my little dumpster is here!” He went out of his way not to fuck me. He stroked his own cock for several minutes waiting for the millisecond that he was about to blow his load to violently slam himself inside me.

“Ah, Daddy!” I cried out as he plunged into me, the force of his thrust pushing me forward. He filled me completely, the penetration of his cock always affecting me in one way or another. He finished inside me, coating the entirety of my walls in one stroke.

He knew that my insides were for him to use the way he wanted to, and I took all of it. The only thing I could feel; the only way I was able to feel a semblance of incestuous pleasure was when his cock pulsed against my walls.

I could feel his breath on my back, and I could hear his satisfied grunts. He stayed there, his weight pressing down on me long after his cock softened inside me, his weight pressing down on me long after his cock fell flaccid. Daddy always liked to make sure that he dumped into me properly.

I was his trash can after all.