**All parties involved in this story are over 18**
TW: nonconsent, taboo themes, rough sex, breath play. Do not read if this is not the kind of thing you enjoy.
The front door slammed hard, waking me with a jolt. I roll over in bed and groggily check my phone. My alarm is set to go off in five minutes. I roll back over, annoyed, trying to enjoy my last few moments of sleep before getting ready for school.
I hear footsteps on the stairs and figure that my brother forgot his football helmet or something else dumb like usual. The steps stop outside of my door and my heart sinks as I heard my door handle turn slowly. No, no, no, not today. I can't be late for class today--my incredibly sexy English professor is giving a lecture on post-20th century romantic lit, and I am dying to ask him about the role of the female orgasm in modern feminist romance novels.
My door opens and closes, but I close my eyes and stay still, pretending to be asleep. I hear my dad's deep voice, "I know you're awake." I freeze. He had a fight with mom last night and I was afraid this would happen. He always takes his frustration out on me when they aren't getting along. I close my eyes tight, still pretending to be asleep, thinking he might leave if I really commit. Instead, I hear clothes rustling and I know he's taking off his pants.
He moves the covers aside roughly, exposing my body. "Good morning, Violet" he says, sitting down on the bed next to me.
"Daddy please, I need to get ready for school soon," I say quietly, avoiding looking directly into his eyes. He strokes my hair behind my ear gently before grabbing a handful and pulling on it hard.
"Sweetie, you know you aren't supposed to fight daddy." He moves closer to me until his lips are pressing against my ear and his breath makes me shiver. "Besides, I know you're already wet for me." He starts running his hands along my body, roughly squeezing the flesh around my wide hips and thighs.
"No, daddy, you need to leave, we can't do this." I shake head and try to squirm away, but he grabs my arm tight, pushing me back down. I know fighting is futile, he always overpowers me, but my instincts kick in and I keep fighting to get out of the bed and away from him.
"You're going to let daddy use your sweet little body, baby," he says as he uses his weight to pin me down. One of his hands slides down my body, over my full breasts, and starts rubbing my pussy over my panties, his rough fingers grinding into my clit.
"Stop it, daddy," I say as my hips squirm against his hand. He jerks my panties aside and the tips of his fingers gently slide over my clit, teasing me before slapping my pussy hard, making me cry out.
"See, I knew you were wet for me," he says, as he slides one finger into my pussy, immediately stroking my g spot and making my hips buck.