Author's Note: This is a custom erotica that I wrote for a fellow literotica reader. Thanks for the ideas!
Warning: This story will contain non-consent, hypnosis, kidnapping and other dark themes.
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The door slammed. Daniel looked up from the rough draft of his newest fantasy novel at the commotion. His daughter Jenna, always knew how to make an entrance.
He sighed and got up, walking across the condo to Jenna's room. The door was closed but he knocked lightly. "Jenna, can I come in?"
There was a muffled "Okay." He pulled on the handle and let himself in.
His twenty-three-year-old daughter was lying on the bed, face first on her pillow, her features obscured by her multicolored, curly hair. She was dressed in tight jeans and a shirt that prominently showed off her large breasts.
"I thought we agreed on not slamming doors in this house anymore..." he said as he walked over to the bed. "And no shoes in the house!" He scolded when he saw she hadn't even bothered to take her heels off!
Jenna finally looked up from the pillow and Daniel saw that she had been crying. Her makeup was smeared and her cheeks were flushed. "Dad, Jason and I broke up." She finally blurted out.
"What?" He clenched his fists as heat flowed through him. He considered himself a calm, reasonable man at forty-two years old, but the thought of someone hurting his daughter filled in him such fury that for a moment he forgot he wasn't a hot-headed young man. "What did he say?" He demanded.
"No, no, it was mutual, dad. He got a job offer in New York...and with me doing my doctorate we knew we couldn't make a LDR last..." she shut her eyes and grimaced. "It just hurts, dad...so much." She buried her face in the pillow again with a wail.
Daniel softened and sat down next to Jenna, taking her foot in his hands and undoing the strap on the heel. He repeated with the other and put them gently on the floor.
"It's okay to be sad." He said softly to Jenna, who hugged her pillow and didn't reply. His daughter was a brilliant student and thrived in the academic environment. She completed her masters of Fine Arts in one year instead of the standard two and was quickly given an offer to continue her studies in a PhD program. It was hard to remember sometimes that amidst all of her success, that at heart she was still a young woman, making very difficult decisions at such an early point in her life.
He stroked her hair gently and she lay back on the bed, looking at him. "Will you hold me?" She asked quietly.
"Of course, honey." He said, lying down on the bed next to her. She curled up against him and he could smell her scent, clean with a faint hint of floral notes. He closed his eyes, resting with his daughter.
"Can you sleep here tonight, daddy?"
"Of course." He said, kissing his daughter on the top of her head.
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A few days passed and she was still asking him to sleep in her room. Daniel didn't have any complaints, but he worried that Jenna wasn't coping well. She was more brash than normal, staying out late and coming home smelling of liquor and cigarette smoke (he made sure it wasn't her smoking).
"Jenna, you have to call if you're going to be out late." He said as Jenna came out of the bedroom, dressed in short shorts and a black lace top, and slipped underneath the covers.
"I'm sorry, Dad." She said, giving him a hug. Her large breasts pressed up against his side and he grunted.
"You're my only daughter, I don't what I'd do if something happened to you." He said, taking her chin in his hand forcing her to look up at him.
"Oh dad, you worry too much. It was just Korean barbecue with Sonja and Macey." She pouted. He found it strange that she still had makeup on, in fact it looked freshly applied.
Daniel looked at her full lips and looked away, only to accidentally look straight down her shirt at her cleavage.
He turned his head, trying not to make a big deal out of it.
"Still, a text message is not too much to ask." He pressed until she smiled sheepishly. "Okay, sorry dad."
"Good girl. Now turn off the light."
"Okay." She did so obediently before curling up against him.
It was a warm night and Daniel was glad he decided to sleep bare-chested. The cool breeze blew through the open window, ruffling Jenna's hair. In the moonlight he couldn't help but notice her curvaceous body outlined from the thin blanket, her sensual hips. She had a body similar to her mother, wide hips with a generous bust and facial features that could turn the heads of most men that walked past her on the street. But in terms of her mind she was much more like Daniel, creative and bold in her artistic expression.
He had found success writing fantasy novels for various publishers in Rentford, enough to keep Jenna and him living comfortably. But Jenna...she was going to go places, he was sure of it. The thought of this made him glow with happiness, and he fell asleep dreaming of his daughter.
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He awoke to the noisy sounds of construction and people walking and enjoying the sunny weather outside. Such was the cost of living in a large city like Rentford, even with a luxurious condo like theirs, they were never free from noise. He started to get up and remembered that it was Saturday, which meant that Jenna wouldn't have to go to the university today. Maybe they could have brunch at the Luna Cafe today. He then realized that it wasn't the noise that had woken him up. He was tremendously hard, his cock sticking straight up against the blanket. He felt good, really good. The reason quickly became obvious when he felt a hand grip him, moving up and down his shaft. He looked over to see Jenna lying next to him in bed, eyes still closed. She was still sleeping! He quickly reached underneath the blankets and pulled her hand off his cock. She muttered something and turned away from him. He lay there in shock for a few minutes and stared at Jenna's back. Then he got up and headed to the bathroom to get rid of his hardon.
