HANNAH BOUND.
"You can't leave me like this?" I said, not quite panicking. He was obviously joking, wasn't he?
"I can," he replied. "And I am." He started putting his shoes on. I was horny now, and getting frustrated. He had got me worked up and now he was pissing about.
"Come on, undo them," I said, a little, firmer, still confident that this was his idea of a joke though. "It's a bit cold." My nipples were like bullets.
"You should have thought about that before you fucked my best friend," he said. Oh bollocks, I instantly thought. How did he find out? I had to think quickly. Deny it, or some excuse.
"Technically he fucked me," I said, without truly thinking. What the fuck Hannah, I thought. How my brain worked wasn't quite normal, I was sure of it.
"What does that even mean?" he said, laughing cruelly. I didn't have an answer, I didn't know what I meant. It was just his friend who had come onto me at a friends party, and took me from behind in the bathroom. I didn't argue, I had wanted it. What can I say, I'm a classy girl. Anyway, there wasn't much fucking on my part, he did most of the work.
"I'm sorry," was all I could muster.
"Too late," he said. "I really liked you Hannah, I thought I could change you."
"I'm not someone who needs saving," I said. I felt my anger rise. Like I wanted changing, or needed it. "I never promised anything serious, and we never said we were exclusive." He laughed again.
"That's not an excuse to fuck my best friend," he said.
"Let me go," I nearly shouted. I took a deep breath. "Seriously, my dad will find me like this. Please Adam." I saw him consider it for a nanosecond.
"Not my problem," he said. "Maybe he'll see what a slutty little daughter he has."
"You fucking cunt," I said angrily. I hated that word, but in some situations it was the only one that worked. "LET ME GO." I was losing my shit now. This was definitely not funny.
"Bye Hannah," he said, and he left.
"MOTHER FUCKER," I screamed, straining to get free. It was probably good that I didn't, I would have gone for him. I slammed my head back into the pillow in frustration.
"Bastard! Bastard! Bastard!" I ranted. Why the fuck couldn't I just keep my knickers on. I knew at the time fucking his mate would come back to haunt me, but this was excessive haunting.
I shouldn't have let him put the cuffs on me, but it felt kinky and hot. We kissed as he slowly undressed me, taking everything off. I thought I saw something in his eyes, I took it for an extra sprinkling of lust. It had made me hornier.
He then went to my drawer of toys and took out the soft pink handcuffs. I had felt myself become more aroused and didn't argue as he pushed me onto the bed, and pulled my arms over my head.
I even giggled as he handcuffed my hands behind the metal frame. What a gullible twat I was, and now here I am. Butt naked and cuffed to my bed. Brilliant!
I tried escaping again but it was no use. I just had to wait for help. I shook my head to get my long dark hair out of my face. This was going to take some explaining, I just hoped my dad wouldn't be too pissed with me. Luckily he was pretty laid back and open. He had brought me up alone and had made sure I was comfortable talking to him. He wanted to be that person I could go to.
I was pretty sure he wouldn't be angry. I was more worried he would be disappointed in me. That would hurt more.
I looked down at my small slender frame, my tan lines from my recent session at the beach. My nipples hard on my small pert breasts from the cold air. Why did I still feel aroused?
It was a good couple of hours before I heard the key in the door. By that time I had worked myself up into a bit of a state. Worried about what my dad would say, but also passing the time with various fantasies going through my head.
What if my dad wasn't annoyed with me, what if he decided to take advantage of my naked young body. It was stupid, not to mention so wrong, but I had to pass the time some how. I just wanted to get free now and find some personal relief.
"DAD!" I shouted, top of my voice.
"HI HONEY," he shouted back. I heard him coming up the stairs. "YOU OKAY?"
"IN MY ROOM," I said. "DON'T COME IN YET." I heard him bound up the last few steps and stop at the door. He was obviously worried, but he didn't come in, respecting my wishes. He cracked the door open a notch.
"What's up honey?" he said. Controlling the panic in his voice.
"I'm fine dad," I said. "Don't be angry, but I might of been a bit stupid." I quickly explained the situation. He didn't say much. "You can come in, but avert your eyes." He entered. I crossed my legs as best as I could.
The way he looked over my body when he entered made me almost moan.
"Now here's an interesting predicament," he said, smirking. I had expected anger, or disappointment, not piss taking. He kept his eyes on my face. The naughty part of my mind was disappointed he wasn't checking out my body more.
"Don't ask," I said. His eyes met mine. I could easily get lost in his deep green eyes.
"Where's the key?" he said. His eyes still burning into mine. I could see his mind working. On what I wasn't sure.
"He threw it over there," I said, nodding towards the corner. I watched him go over and get down on his hands and knees. I got a good look at his firm bum as he searched for the key.
"Can't see it," he said, still looking. I watched his firm bottom some more as he was bent over searching the floor, then he paused for a bit and then stood, turning my way. "I might have to go get a hack saw." This time his eyes clearly raked over my body and I felt every square inch of me flush hot.
"Can I have a cover?" I asked. As much as I wanted him to continue looking at me, it was driving me too wild. He made a surprised face, like that should have been his first thought. I couldn't blame him, it wasn't everyday you found your daughter naked, and handcuffed to a bed.
He just stood there. I could see his mind working and desperately wished I could read his thoughts. What was he waiting for, I thought.
"After you've explained why you're in this situation," he said.
"Dad!" I said. "You're joking right? At least get me a cover."
"Nope. I want to know what happened?" he said, a shitty little smirk on his face. I was sure he was starting to enjoy this. I wasn't overly bothered about being naked around him, the dirty part of me wanted him to see how his little girl had grown up.
I had no choice but to tell the truth and explain the situation. It pouring out of me. I told how I let Adam's friend fuck me and how I couldn't control myself. He didn't say a word, and I loved him even more for not showing a sign of judgement on his face.
"I just can't help myself sometimes," I said, when I had finished. "I try, but it just takes over, makes me need it. I'm not sure I'm normal."
"Don't say that honey," he said. "You're perfect. Some people just need it more than others."
"It's so hard though. I just don't want to be known as the town slut," I said. "I'm only 18 and I'm already putting myself around too much. But when I want it I really want it, and I don't want to be tied down to one person. I like my freedom and it makes it hard." I felt a tear run down my cheek as I rambled. My dad stood in silence. I knew I had said too much and shame coursed through me. What must he think of me?
"I can help," my dad said quietly. His eyes were still on mine, seeing how much I struggled with what I had just revealed. His eyes ran over my body and I nearly moaned.
"How?" I asked. Hoping desperately he meant what he was saying.
"You only have to ask baby?" he said. He looked down at the floor. I could see the battle raging inside him. It was the same one I had fought for so long. "Do you need it now?" He looked up and met my eyes, I let myself tumble into them.
I bit my lip and nodded my head slightly. It was all I could manage. He reached down and his fingers traced over my flat stomach, teasing the muscles and ribs beneath my skin. I moaned softly, they teased up my body till he reached my breasts, pinching my nipples.
"Please daddy," I moaned.
"What do you need baby?" he asked. He cupped my pert breasts, squeezing, caressing.
"Oh god," I groaned. "Please touch me."
"Where?" he asked, his eyes now looking at my body, running down to my lower abdomen and where I truly wanted his touch. His finger traced over my flat stomach. He fingered the small triangle of hair above and I groaned loudly, uncrossing my legs, but keeping them still together.
"Lower," I said, my heart beating fast. My legs were closed, but I knew my thigh gap would give him all the access I wanted.
"Here?" he said, his finger lightly touching my clit. A loud groan escaped me. I lifted my hips into his caress, my whole body shaking with pleasure, nearly fucking cumming after the state I had got myself in.
"Please," I begged again. "I need you daddy." I looked at his lap, his cock was visibly hard beneath his trousers. I cursed my hands for not letting me touch it.
I cried out as his fingers ran up the centre of me, pushing in between. I knew how wet I was, and imagined my juices covering his fingers as he slid them inside me.
"Oh god," I moaned, pushing my narrow hips up onto his fingers, forcing them further in, helping him deeper. His free hand squeezed my breasts.
He moved his fingers inside me, hitting spots that I knew would just get me wetter and wetter.
