Anything He wants

DADDY FINDS ME TIED UP

I pull against the straps, enjoying the snugness on my wrists. We’ve never done this before, but I already feel this amazing tug in my stomach. I’m incredibly excited, the bad girl in me wants to come out and get a little nasty.

I look at my boyfriend, James, as he fastens my leg to the corner post of my bed. The look in his eye is one of burning desire. I can see his mouth mulling around, as if he’s thinking about eating me up.

The whole reason we decided to do this is because I have a bad habit of wanting to stop James when he does all sorts of things to me. I don’t know if it’s anxiety or what, but I’m always guiding his head with my hands, or closing my legs on him, or pulling away when the sensations get too powerful. It’s a big reason why I’ve never come before.

“Are you excited, sexy?” he asks, pulling the straps tight.

I nod. “Oh yeah. I want you so bad right now.” I do feel anxious, but it’s actually being quelled by my desire. It feels like this just might work. I’m completely spread apart, each limb tied to a corner post of the bed, trapping me to my mattress. I have only my pink panties and bra on-I even threw on my long pink heels for the kink factor-but I feel entirely naked. I can imagine his fingers touching me, and when I pull against the bindings, I don’t budge a single inch. The thought that I couldn’t offer even an ounce of resistance is intoxicating.

I just want his hands all over me. I just want my bra undone, my tits free for playing with, my panties removed, my soaking cunt clear as day. But as he begins to unbutton his shirt, he stops, his head cocking to the side. His smile disappears, and he’s lost as his eyes search around. “What is it, babe?” I ask, trying to see where his eyes are focused on the wall.

I don’t see anything.

He raises his hand, waving at me. “Shh, shh, shh,” he harshly whispers. I shake my head, trying to shrug my shoulders as if they weren’t bound to the bed. “What?”

“Don’t you hear that?” he asks, panic ushering his words.Nôvel(D)rama.Org's content.

He hurries over to the bedroom door, cracking it open so he can peek through.

Suddenly, he leaps back, startled.

“What? What is it?”

He turns and rushes to the window.

“Where are you going?”

“It’s your stepdad! He’s back home!”

“So, what-wait!”

He pulls the window open, searching the ground for a clear landing spot. “Babe, I’m not sticking around. If he finds me, he’ll kill me. You know your dad.”

“Well-goddamn it!-at least fucking untie me!” I shout in a hushed tone. I yank against the straps, which give way nothing at all.

For a second, James stops, considers his actions, and starts to pull his leg back in through the window. Thank God! He’s coming back to release me.

Damn, after this, I don’t know if I can trust the son of a bitch. I can’t believe he was going to just leave me here.

But then my stepdad calls out for me from across the house. “Jesse? Can you come help me?”

James freezes, his eyes wide and dilated like a frightened animal. He

stares at the door, looks at me, back to the door, and then makes a run for it.

“Sorry, babe,” he says, climbing out the window.

“Sorry! Sorry! You fucker!” I scream, pulling at my straps futilely.

“You’re so dead when I see you again!”

Glancing to the door, I realize that he left it open after checking through it. My tone changes to one of begging. “Please, James, come back. Come help me, please!”

I have no idea if he heard me, but all I’m met with is a breeze coming through the window.

He’s gone.

I yank at the straps, trying my damnedest to loosen something, to break something, to give me just an extra inch of motion. But, unfortunately for once, we didn’t buy the cheap stuff, and I’m unable to change anything about my situation.

Suddenly, I hear the door open as I’m fiddling with the strap strangling my right wrist.

“Hey, I was calling you, didn’t you-”

When I turn to the left, I see the tall, rugged construction worker that is my stepdad blankly staring at me, fixated on that near-nudity I was so excited about before but feel incredibly self-conscious of now.

“Heeeeeyyy, daddy. What are you up to?” I ask, trying to play the sweet and innocent girl. The sweet and innocent girl who’s tied up because her boyfriend wanted to fuck her especially rough.

“What the hell are you doing, Jesse?”

“Oh this?” I say, twisting my wrists in mock fashion, playing it cool.

“Nothing.”

His anger is flaring. “Where’s that goddamn boy?!”

“He ran off like a coward,” I spit out.

After a moment, daddy shakes his head in disappointment. “Jesus Christ, Jesse. This is the type of stuff you do while I’m out of the house?” I twist my lips, annoyed that he’s going to lecture me now. “Please, daddy, I’m not really in the mood.”

“You’re not in the mood?! How ’bout me? You think this is what I want to come home to on one of my few days off? Seeing my stepdaughter dressed up and tied to the bed like a whore.”

I roll my eyes. “Oh, like you and mom don’t get into it like this.” “What me and your mother do is none of your business. But, honestly, no, we aren’t doing crazy shit like this.”

I scoff, “Well, then, I feel sorry for you.” Almost.

“Oh, you think you’re better than us? I’m not the one who’s boyfriend ran off like a pussy and left her tied to the bed.”

Yeah, that’s why I felt ‘almost’ sorry for him. I blush, my face turning crimson as I can’t sink any further into the mattress. “Will you just help untie me, please?” The ‘please’ was no where as nice as it needed to be. “Why should I?” he asks, folding his arms and approaching the side of the bed.

That same nervous fear runs through me that watching my boyfriend ditch me and leap out a window produced. “Ugh,” I sigh, frustrated, “don’t do

that. Don’t be a prude.”

“Prude?” he laughs. “Just because your mother isn’t interested in this stuff, doesn’t mean I’m not.”

I shake my head. “Oh, now it’s not crazy. Stop joking around and untie me.”

He looks me up and down. A shiver runs through me as his eyes

examine my body. My panties and bra are nearly see through, but when I try to cover myself up from his lecherous view, it comes to no avail as my hands and legs cannot escape their resistance.

My body is open for the taking and there’s nothing I can do about it. A queasy nervous energy hits my stomach again, reminiscent of when James was tying the straps.

It makes me uncomfortable. He’s my stepdad. “Will you stop, you pervert?” I weakly complain. It’s only a little uncomfortable, that is.

“I don’t know,” he says.

“You don’t… know?” I ask, dumbfounded.

“Like I said, I’m kind of into it. It’s not like your mother ever lets me have any fun.” His left hand falls to my thigh, his fingertips brushing up against me as he lazily carries them up my leg.

I shudder, the sudden soft touch sending a spark through my skin. It feels so fucking good! I must still be supercharged from earlier, and daddy’s hand is ramping me up all over again.

“Daddy. What are you doing?” I plead, scared of my own reaction. I try to close my legs like a reflex, like all girls do when they start to get aroused.

It’s almost like a protective mechanism.

But mechanisms don’t work when there are ropes involved.

“I think that if my little girl wants to play around with some kinks, get a little extreme with things, then I should be a part of that. We could both use some experimentation.”

“Daddy, that’s not-ooooohhhh.”

Daddy’s hand jumps to my panties, his middle finger pressing against the fabric and pushing deep into my cunt.

“That’s not… what? You look pretty fucking wet to me.”

“Nooooo,” I moan out, my one word response tired in its formality of denial.

Daddy pulls the fabric aside, exposing my pussy, allowing him to get close and personal with his exploring finger. His large middle finger presses directly against my slit now, my moisture clinging to him as he slides it up and down. Shimmying it back and forth, he spreads me open, dancing it along my clit as he enjoys the view of my bare pussy.

I want to close my legs, to struggle against the pressure, to close off daddy’s access to me. I want to push him away, to keep him from touching my body. It’s like an urge I can’t fulfill, constantly aware that this itch exists that I can’t scratch. That’s the anxiety talking.

His finger pushes into my cunt, the slick entrance of his digit making a sloshy, sucking sound.

“That’s pussy is tight and juicy,” he groans, hungry for my body.

I moan, the intensity of him inside me crushing all resistance.

Do I only have that urge because I can’t move? Would I be trying to stop him at all if I had complete freedom? Or is it because I can’t resist that I want to resist?

The urge is only going to pick up from here.

Daddy’s fingers of his free hand slide under my bra, lifting the wiring up and pushing the cups over my tits, letting my mounds jiggle against the drag of the fabric. A tingle flows through me at my forced nudity, amplified by daddy’s lustful gaze on his little girl.

“Oh, man, I have only dreamed about tits like yours.”

My face flushes as daddy’s dreams become reality. He leans over me, his mouth planting firmly on my left nipple, biting my tender flesh as he massages my supple breasts.

I groan against his lips, and daddy’s finger finds a renewed interest in my pussy. As he sucks on my nipples like his tasty treat, his finger works its magic next to my repositioned panties, alternating between sliding down

my slit and poking into me.

His tongue on my sensitive nipples, though, is the overriding sensation that starts to drive me up the wall. “That feels awesome, daddy, when you suck on my titties.”

He takes my other nipple between his fingers, twisting it lightly, pulling it gently as he probes my hole and tastes my flesh. I can feel that familiar sensation building up in my pussy, that quivering mess it wants to make me forming in my mind. I want to push away, but I can’t

“Fuck, babygirl. Your titties taste so fucking good.” With a loud suctioning noise, he pulls on my tit with his mouth, letting it go as it strains against his force.

He stands up, dropping his pants and pulling his cock out. It takes only a few strokes to bring his half-erect cock to fully-erect. His thick member is way bigger than James’s, pulsing as his body pumps blood into it so that he can pump it into his daughter.

“I want your pretty little mouth on my cock, babygirl.”

“Daddy, I don’t know-we shouldn’t.”

But daddy climbs atop the bed, positioning himself on his knees to the side of my head. My reluctance means nothing as daddy easily pulls my head to the side, lifting it slightly so that he can gain easy entrance.

Holding my head, he guides his cock with the other hand.

But I don’t open my mouth, instead wanting to keep daddy’s humongous dick out. It’s the anxiety, fighting at every moment at becoming too aroused. But daddy doesn’t relent, dabbing the tip of cock on my lips, “Open up, little lady.”

When I don’t, he lets go of his cock, instead using his fingers to force open my jaw. Easily. I mean, really easily. He only needs his thumb to somehow pry me open, and with his super hard cock in front of me, all it takes is a simple thrust of his hips and his cock penetrates my mouth. Daddy groans as my warm mouth circles him, holding it there as he relishes being inside me. My mouth salivates in return, daddy’s taste strong but delicious, his cock requiring the full expanse of my mouth. My jaw opens wide and my throat touches his tip, causing me to gag for a while as he continues to hold himself inside.

I struggle to regain my composure, but I do finally, my reflex adjusting to his length. Daddy just holds himself there while I proceed to salivate heavily. I can feel his dick soaking up my spit and causing some of it to dribble out onto the bed.

“Ooooo, it’s daddy’s lucky day,” he growls. “I’m gonna fuck you as hard as I want, babygirl.”