Edward And Emily Ch 03

This is the third chapter of a fictitious story. The characters in this story are all over 18 years old. They are based on real people, but I have changed most of the names and in some cases their appearance. The events in this story never happened, with exception of some of the minor ones.

Special thanks to my friend Pete_L, for his invaluable help in turning this story into something much better than what it was.

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- What happened before -

After Emily found out that she is sexually attracted to her father, she started flirting with him. Her father Edward is not insensitive to her advances, and en evening of watching a movie on TV together turns into Edward caressing his daughter breast and finally in Edward and Emily masturbating independently, leaving Edward highly confused and Emily more determined than ever to become her daddy's lover.

On Edward's birthday Emily brings flirting to a new level, showing more of her skin to Edward than most fathers ever dream to see. Finally she surprises Edward by waiting for him in his bedroom, cuffed naked to the headboard of his bed.

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- Emily -

It felt like Daddy stood there forever, staring. He didn't say a word. My heart was racing, and for a brief moment I thought I had made the biggest mistake in my life.

Then, after what felt like five minutes, but couldn't have been more than ten seconds, I heard his footsteps come closer. He sat down on the bed to my left and I felt his warm hand on my right hip. He just sat there for a while and I assumed he just looked at me, wondering what to do next.

Finally I felt his other hand on the side of my face, his thumb caressing my cheekbone. I felt his weight shift as he took my face between his hands and kissed me. It was a kiss that took my breath away, the tenderest kiss I could ever imagine.

He withdrew his lips from mine and whispered, "Are you sure you want to do this?"

I wanted to say that I had never been so sure about anything in my whole life, but I knew my voice would fail if I tried to, so I just nodded.

- Edward -

All that had happened over the last couple of weeks flashed through my mind as I crossed, not only the threshold of the room, but crossed another line, between being just a normal caring father and being...well, something else entirely, that I hadn't quite worked out yet. I understood now what all the teasing had been for and why she hadn't been cross when I had absent-mindedly stroked her breast and nipple that time on the couch. The clothes expedition, exposing herself to me 'accidentally' and later watching me when I was in the shower, it all made sense now.

It seemed I was moving in slow motion towards her as I processed these revelations. I took in more of the sight before me as I got closer to Emily. I focused on her face first and saw that the material draped over her eyes, was in fact one of her pink socks that almost matched the pink fur around the handcuffs securing her wrists to the bedhead. They both contrasted with her long black hair that was spread across the pillow. It was strange for her to have covered her eyes like that, but I was a little glad that she had. My feelings were so mixed up that I am not sure I could have looked into them just at that moment.

My eyes roamed down her neck and shoulder to where her naked, white breasts, her nipples not yet erect, pointed towards the ceiling. The quick glimpses I had seen were nothing to seeing them now, slightly pushed upwards by the angle of her arms fastened to the bed. They matched her slim body in perfect proportion. My cock was reacting as it was designed to do when such an erotic sight reaches a man's brain and I didn't try to stop it. I reached the bed and sat down on one side, watching her breasts rise and fall with her breathing. As I tentatively put my hand on the hip farthest from me, I moved my gaze further down, over her flat stomach, past her small belly button and onto the smooth mound that led my eye directly to where her legs joined and the lips of her pussy began. I was a bit surprised that there was no hair there to hide the womanly lips that I could plainly see, somehow it made it even more erotic to see her exposed so fully to me.

I did the only thing I could think of at that moment to show her that I loved her. I moved my hands to either side of her face, holding her head lightly between them and lowered my lips slowly to meet hers. As I gently kissed her in a way I had never done before, I felt something like a small electric current pass between us that left me trembling slightly. Knowing that I was losing any will to stop and walk away, I asked her if she was sure this was what she wanted, but she only responded with a nod.

- Emily -

The pink sock, the makeshift blindfold fell, but I kept my eyes closed. Daddy picked up the sock and draped it over my eyes again. The he did something that made a familiar sound, but I couldn't quite put my finger on what it was.

"Lift your head a bit," he said.

He put something around my head, over the pink sock and then tightened it. Not too tight, not tight enough to hurt, but tight enough to keep the sock in place.

"There, that's better."

I didn't know what to say and just bit my lip again.

"You look so damn cute when you do that," Daddy said.

He put his left hand on my shoulder and then caressed the full length of my arm, to finally stop when he had reached the handcuff. He slid his finger between the handcuff and my wrist, as if he wanted to make sure it wasn't too tight. Then his hand started sliding back again, along the other side of my arm to my armpit, down the side of my chest, my waistline and my hip.

"If I...eerrm," Daddy started half whispering, "When I do something you don't want, or if you change your mind, you must tell me to stop, okay?"

Then his lips lightly brushed mine, briefly, before he kissed me, his hand in my neck, his other hand sliding down to my breast. I had goose bumps all over my body, but not from the cold. As he softly kneaded my breast, our kiss became less tender and more passionate. My lips parted first, my tongue was the first one to search for his, but when our tongues touched Daddy took over the initiative. The tip of his tongue lightly touched the tip of mine, but he withdrew from me. I tried to kiss him again, but there was nothing but air.

"Kiss me Daddy," I whispered.

"Do you want me to take those cuffs off of you?" he asked.

"No!" I responded immediately and shook my head.

"Are you sure?"

"Shut up Daddy and kiss me," I said, and he did just that.

- Edward -

As she nodded her assent, the pink sock she was using as a blindfold fell to one side, but she kept her eyes tight shut. I quickly replaced it, as it seemed as though it was some sort of token of her trust in me that she didn't need to see what I was doing. I could see that it was balanced precariously over her eyes, so wanting to preserve that false sense of anonymity she had created, I quickly removed my necktie; put it under her head, over her sock, and tied it firmly but gently so it wouldn't slip off again.

She did that thing then, biting her lower lip which makes her look so sexy and defenseless, that I feel I want to protect her and make love to her all in one emotion.

I raised my hand to her shoulder and caressed it, then stroked my hand slowly up her smooth, slim arm to where the furry, pink handcuff secured her wrist. Surreptitiously I hoped, I let my finger check that the cuff was not tight enough to hurt her bandaged hand, then ran my hand down the other side of her arm, down her side to her hip marveling at how warm her skin was despite the fact that she was naked.

Although all of this was of her making, I loved and cared about her as much if not more now than I always had, and still wanted her to have a way out of the situation if she changed her mind or became uncomfortable with anything I did. I made sure she understood that she could stop this at any time if she changed her mind or became uncomfortable with anything I did. I think on reflection, that it was me who might change his mind, as I knew once I went any further, that nothing would ever be the same again between us.

I kissed her again, longer this time, one hand supporting her neck and the other moving down to stroke her breast. She surprised me again as her tongue pushed between my lips and found mine. My heart rate increased as our tongues slid over one another and I caressed her breast and nipple more firmly in response. I pressed my tongue into Emily's mouth and was rewarded by Emily sucking gently on it as I moved it over her tongue. My cock was now very hard and pressing uncomfortably against my clothes. I moved my body and used one hand to re-arrange my cock to a more comfortable position, breaking our kiss as I did so.

I thought she might want the cuffs removed now, as they seem to have played their part, but she insisted they should stay on, shaking her head when I asked.

- Emily -

Our tongues found each other again, but this time it was not just a short touch. The tip of his tongue slowly swirled around mine, and then he pulled me close, one hand on the small of my back, the other higher up supporting my shoulders, our tongues intertwining together, like two dolphins playing together in breaking waves.

I felt the urge to wrap my arms around him and for a moment I regretted the handcuffs, but all regrets disappeared when he withdrew his tongue and softly kissed my neck, just below my ear. Kiss after kiss he slowly worked his way down my neck to my shoulder, my collar bone, down my chest bone. By the time he had reached my right breast, my nipples were erect, and my heart was pounding like crazy.

I moaned when he took my nipple in his mouth. He softly sucked on it and I felt butterflies in my stomach and a tingle between my legs. His hands were softly caressing my sides. Slowly his lips moved to my left breast and his left hand to the other. When he took my nipple in his mouth and the other one between his thumb and index finger, the tingle between my legs changed into a yearning emptiness.

"Oh Daddy," I whispered. "I have been dreaming about this for so long."

He didn't respond immediately, but finally said, "This isn't a dream anymore. Or maybe it is."

"I love you Daddy."

He didn't respond, but started kissing the underside of my boob instead. His hands were now caressing my hips and his kisses went lower. When his lips reached my belly-button, he drew circles around it with the tip of his tongue. Then he sat upright, and I assume he was looking at me.

- Edward -

I kissed her again, but this time our tongues didn't hesitate to caress each other, taking away any thought of stopping. As they danced, first in my mouth and then into hers, it was as though it had been rehearsed. I could feel that that the head of my cock was wet with pre-cum and the sexual tension was climbing along with my heart rate.

I broke the kiss and planted another one on her neck, gradually moving down her body kissing all the skin I came into contact with, until I reached her right breast. There I stopped and gently placed my lips around her erect nipple and sucked it into my mouth. Slowly I swirled it around, with my tongue, pressing it lightly against my teeth. Moving across to do the same to her left breast. I moved my left hand to the wet nipple I had just left and squeezed it gently, stretched it slightly and then ran my palm over it as I continued to give her left breast the same treatment with my tongue and lips.

She told me then in a quiet whisper that she had been dreaming about this for a long time.

I had not understood what had been going through her mind, I had never dreamed that this was what she wanted. Now that it was happening, I wasn't actually sure whether it was a dream or not.

As I kissed around and under her breast, it felt very real, and as I moved lower, kissing her flat tummy and running my tongue around the outside of her belly button, I decided to take a chance of making it even more erotic for us both...

- Emily -

He got up from the bed and I heard that door open and close again. I heard him walk to the foot end of the bed. Suddenly, I felt his hands around my ankles and he pulled me down.

A high pitched "Aieeeee!" escaped from my mouth.

"Did I hurt you?" Daddy asked with a clear undertone of concern in his voice.

"No Daddy, I was just surprised."

Daddy chuckled. "Isn't that the point of a blindfold?"

I just smiled, but it occurred to me that he was wrong. I now understood why I had covered my eyes; eye contact. I knew that if I had eye contact with Daddy now, I would suddenly see him as my daddy and not as the attractive man that he is.

He took my left foot in his hand and softly, but resolutely pulled my leg sideways. Then he tied something around my ankle, something strong but soft at the same time. Not a rope in any case. Whatever it was, he tied the other end of it to the foot end of the bed.

"You remember what I said, don't you? About telling me to stop?"

"Uh-huh."

I felt a bit silly lying with my arms and one leg tied down, but I would be damned if I stopped it now.

"I mean it Em. You can stop whatever I'm doing just by saying so."

I just smiled, and finally he took my other foot and tied it to the foot end, leaving me spread-eagled. With both my feet tied to the foot end and the chains of the hand cuffs stretched to their full length, there was no way I could release myself, but that was exactly what I wanted. This is why I had put on the handcuffs in the first place, because I wanted Daddy to take care of me. Not being able to do anything meant not having to do anything. I put my entire existence in the hands of the only man I trusted completely.

I expected him to get on the bed between my legs, but he didn't. Instead he sat down next to me again, on my right side this time. He touched my face again, but this time his thumb touched my lips. Without thinking I opened my mouth and took the top of his thumb between my lips. He pushed his thumb a bit deeper and I started sucking it. I still have no idea why, but it was the most erotic thing I had ever done.

After a few seconds he took his thumb out again and his hand started wandering down. I heard someone pant, and it took a while until I understood it was me. Daddy's hand softly touched my neck, went down to my shoulder and breast, softly circled my belly, and then went up again on the other side of my body. My nipples were so hard that it almost hurt, and I was sure I was making a wet spot on Daddy's bed.

When his hand had reached my neck, it went down again, but this time he didn't draw circles on my belly. His hand went on to the soft mound above my pussy and even further.

"I had no idea you shaved," Daddy said.

"Do you like it?"

"You're so soft," he whispered.

His fingers found the slit between my pussy lips, and slowly motioned up and down. I could feel my own wetness lubricate his fingers, and the familiar fiery ball was there again behind my pubic bone. I imagined my pussy was red and swollen, gaping open and ready for Daddy. When he touched my clit, I made a sound, a strange mix of a gasp and a whimper.

He softly drew small circles around my clit with his fingertip, while his other hand caressed my breasts. I wanted to take his penis in my hand, but the handcuffs prevented me from doing so. Daddy's finger now directly touched my clit, tickling and flicking it. The ball became bigger and hotter and was ready to explode.

Then Daddy took his hand away.

"Not yet Honey. Breathe. Breathe for Daddy."

I breathed, but could almost cry.

"Daddy, please."

"Ssshhhh. It's going to be alright sweetheart," Daddy said, and I knew he was right.

The ball got smaller and smaller, but didn't disappear, and my breathing slowed down. After a short while Daddy started to touch me again, his fingers softly rubbing the inside of my pussy lips. This time he didn't touch my clit, but his fingers found my vagina instead.

"Wow, you're wet," Daddy said.

I just bit my lip again. What else could I do?

- Edward -

I got up from the bed and quickly went to my wardrobe. Taking two more neckties from inside, I went round to the foot of the bed and taking hold of Emily's ankles, pulled her down the bed, leaving her arms at full stretch. I know it startled her, as she let out a short shriek and for a moment I thought I had hurt her, but she said she was fine so I carried on with my idea.

I gently pulled her legs apart, tying each ankle to the corners of the bed so that she was then spread-eagled on it and unable to move. I stood there for a moment, looking at the sensual sight in front of me, a wash of emotion and love coursing through me, my erection still pressing a large tent in the front of my pants Seeing my beautiful daughter lying there vulnerable and so sexy, her pussy lips pulled slightly open and glistening with moisture, it was tempting to just take off my clothes, get onto the bed between her open legs and make love to her, as I now knew she wanted.

Perhaps I wanted to savor the moment longer, or maybe I wanted Emily to experience and have a deeper understanding of the love I have for her. Whatever it was, something held me back and I went back to sitting on the side of the bed next to her.

I sat and looked at her face for a moment, the blindfold over her eyes and her lips just slightly apart. I brushed her lips lightly with my thumb and was surprised when she opened her mouth a little, inviting me to put my thumb inside. I pressed the tip inside and she immediately began to suck on it, like she would a miniature penis. She tickled it with her tongue then sucked on it a little harder. I imagined what it might be like if her lips were wrapped around the head of my straining cock and it sent delicious sensations down my body, making my cock pulse in the confines of my pants.

I moved my hand away and my thumb came out of her mouth with an audible 'plop', as she was sucking it so hard. I stroked down the side of her body, over her breast down to her tummy and back up the other side. Hearing Emily's breathing change, becoming more rapid, I continued down again, completing the circle to her tummy, but then moved my hand down over her mound, cupping it in my palm. I had already noticed that she shaved her pussy, but the feel of it was yet another surprise for me. It was so soft. My mouth was dry as I told her in a low whisper how sexy it felt to me.

With my hand in that position, I let my middle finger slide between her outer pussy lips. Oh, she was so wet that my finger was instantly covered in her slippery juices. I moved my hand slowly up and down, my finger tracing a wet line when it slid over her clit and emerged out of the top of her slit. I looked down at what I was doing and gently pushed my finger back down and found her clit protruding from between her lips, the hood was already retracted and the very sensitive, pink head, just asking to be touched. I used her wetness to lubricate my finger as I rubbed it over the head. Emily whimpered and gasped. She moved her hips up slightly and I took that as a cue to move my finger up and down and round her clit a little faster. She was breathing fast now and with such short breaths, just like her mother used to do when she was about to cum. I knew she was building up towards her orgasm. I wanted to prolong her pleasure and make it more intense for her, so I took my hand away and told her to breathe. She begged me to continue, but I didn't touch her until her breathing had slowed down.

After perhaps only a minute, she had calmed down a little and once again I put my hand down between her legs. This time, I ran three of my fingers lower down her pussy, opening the puffy outer lips with the two outer fingers and stroking the pink inner lips with my middle finger. I could smell the sweet scent of her arousal and feel the trickle of wetness coating all my fingers. As I moved my fingers further down between her lips, the tip of my middle finger found her wet entrance. Emily squirmed and sexily bit her lower lip.