Dear Readers: I love my readers, and never want to make someone feel uncomfortable by surprising them with an unwelcomed kink in a story by me. So I wanted to warn you - there is definite non-consent in this chapter. If nonconsent or reluctance makes you feel uncomfortable you might want to pass on reading this. I try very hard to make sure each chapter of my stories can stand on its own so don't worry too much about missing one.
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Long ago Hope heard her grandfather speak of houses of sin with mirrors on the ceiling. And she had heard one of the elderly widows behind her bench sniff and mutter something about "tacky". She hadn't understood any of it at the time, had actually thought it would be pretty cool to be able to lay in bed and put on your makeup. Now, however, she knew that mirrors on the ceiling had nothing at all to do with makeup. Grinning up at the mirror on her father's bedroom ceiling, she stuck her tongue out at it before rolling unto her side, grimacing in pain at the soreness that shot through her lower body. Her father's arm fell away, his hand sliding off her bare breast as she wiggled out from underneath him.
The bathroom was bigger than her bedroom back home. It was bright white with a black slate floor and shiny chrome fixtures. The bathroom alone in this two story mansion probably cost more than her grandfather's entire three bedroom ranch house. After a longing look at the deep whirlpool tub, she made her way to the shower. No time for a soak now, he might wake up at any time. Undressing was not necessary. She was already naked - had been naked ever since meeting her father for the first time yesterday except for the brief ride to his home.
The hot water rushing over her body brought a sigh of relief. She bent over, thrusting her bottom out at the warm spray. God, it felt so good on her aching girly parts. Not to mention the bruises on her arms and hips and breasts. She had been a virgin this time yesterday, and so far she had been fucked three times. She didn't know at what age men's sexual stamina started to decrease, but evidently her father had not hit it yet. Did she like it? Regret it? Miss home? Wish she had never come here? This was the first time she had a chance to think since making her bold move, but she didn't really have to consider it. She would much rather be her father's new fucktoy than endure one more hour of the stuffy insufferable company of her mother and grandparents. If she had to hear one more mention of the blessed grace of Jesus Christ's forgiveness she was going to hurl.
No, she would be a good girl for her daddy. He wasn't all that bad no matter how he tried to pretend he was. At least not to her. No doubt he had hurt many other people. But if she gave him pleasure, she figured that she would avoid suffering the worst side of him. There had even been a few times he had been ...well...NICE to her. Like when he had his driver stop of at a Thai restaurant on the way home so he could get her something to eat. Just her...he had not eaten. Or when he brought her into his home and introduced her to his small staff, a definite note of pride in his voice when he introduced her as his daughter. The staff just blew her mind. He had staff! Only incredibly rich people had staff! That, more than anything, proved his wealth. There were two bodyguards - one of which had ridden home with them and had merely looked bored as her father had openly fondled her practically the entire drive. There was also a cook, a plump older woman. A maid, a pretty enough . And the driver. All of them lived in the left wing of the mansion, and she got the impression she would rarely see any of them except the bodyguards.
There was little question her father was her best opportunity to escape from a life of isolated poverty, surrounded by brainwashed religious zealots. He just had to be handled carefully, that was all. He would use her for her body, she would use him for his money and power. That WAS how the real world worked, right?
James was annoyed when he woke up alone in bed with an aching hardon. Already the little slut was failing in her duties, but in all fairness he had been too busy fucking them both into exhaustion the night before to tell her what her duties exactly were. A wide smile graced his face as he stared up at the ceiling. The mirror reflected the chaos of the night before. He was naked, sex juices dried on his dick. His hair was a mess - she had been pulling and tugging on it. Red scratches on his chest from her nails, and he could feel them on his back as well. Bedclothes rumpled and twisted and stained with sex and sweat. One blanket had tumbled off the bed entirely, one of her pillows was halfway off. Christ, he could still smell sex in the air.
Yes, keeping her was definitely a smart choice. But he could already sense he was going to be far more possessive of his daughter than he was any of the other whores he had fucked. Already he was having second thoughts about letting his men have her. What if she liked them better than she did him? The thought annoyed him, because with every other woman he had been with he wouldn't have given a shit. With her, he gave a shit. But he didn't WANT to give a shit. He wanted her to be just another pretty whore he would use and then toss aside. Whores were not to be trusted, even daughter-whores. Especially not daughter-whores who showed up to introduce themselves to their long-lost father and willingly stripped naked and fucked him in that same meeting. No...those daughter-whores were to be particularly not trusted. Experience told him she had a game plan. And so far, she had not told him what that was.
Rolling his head, he looked at the clock. Fuck. 9:30 am. He was late. He rolled out of bed with a groan, making his way into the bathroom. The entire bathroom was steamed up, but through it he saw her willowy naked silhouette in the shower. His hard-on throbbed. He stood there for a second, watching her. Her head was tilted back as she rinsed her long hair. Breasts lifting upwards, riding even higher on her chest. Tiny rivers of water running over her supple skin, tracing her delicious curves. Her expression was one of pure pleasure, and he could imagine why. As frequently and hard as he had fucked her yesterday, she had to be sore as hell. He opened the shower door and stepped inside.
Her first sign of his presence was his hands cupping her naked breasts as he pressed his body into her from behind. She could feel the hardness of his cock pressing against her asscheeks.
"Good morning, Daddy." She all but purred the words, wiggling that tight little ass against him. He grunted, and his fingers clamped down over her nipples, squeezing hard. She tensed, sucking in her breath at the sudden stab of pain.
"Not even 24 hours with me and you are already a bad girl."
"A bad girl? What did I do?" She turned around in his arms, and he released her nipples and moved his hands to her asscheeks as she did so. Fingers dug into soft flesh. She pouted up at him, and his cock twitched against her soft belly at the sight of those plump lips. For being an innocent girl raised in a preacher's household, she sure knew how to use her body to get a man's attention.
"I woke up alone, Hope. I should never wake up alone."
"I'm sorry, Daddy." She gave him an almost virginal kiss on his lips, her wet naked body sliding up his as she went to her tiptoes. He groaned, opened his mouth to heat that kiss up. But she had already slipped down his body, a half smirk on her face as if she knew what she had just done. It was not to be tolerated.
"Not as sorry as you will be after I punish you tonight for it."
He watched in satisfaction as the little smirk was wiped off her face. Worry flickered in those pretty brown eyes.
"But I didn't know! That's not fair!"
The whining tone in her voice almost had him gloating. Smirk now, pretty little slut.
"I didn't promise fair, did I? Nor did you demand it. So it is not part of any deal. Get on your knees and suck me off, I need to get to work."
Even as he spoke he slapped her asscheeks, then pushed down on her small shoulders. She sank down, looking up at him, water streaming down her face. It was the first time he had made her suck him off since her faltering first attempt right after she had stripped for the first time. He would have to teach her how to strip better later...though he didn't have any complaints at the time it had happened. Her training in blowjobs began now, though this lesson would be a rudimentary one due to time constraints.
He stared down at her as she wrapped those pretty little lips around him.
"Eyes up here while you work my cock, slut. I sometimes might give you nonverbal directions, you should always be watching for cues from me."
Gentle brown eyes obediently flicked up to his face. Of course water ran right into them, forcing her to blink frantically. He grinned, but did not give her permission to look back down or close her eyes. He began washing himself while she sucked, humming a little tuneless song. Every now and then he checked to make sure her eyes were on him. They always were. Smart girl, but he hoped she would not always be this obedient. Punishing eager young sluts was always more fun when they deserved it. He gave her periodic instructions as he washed.
"Deeper"
