Good Boy, Daddy Chapter 12

Kila claims her stepfather's home office, unsatisfied with owning only part of him.

The home office was the one place in the house that still felt like mine. An old engineer’s haven: coffee rings fossilized into what remained of the finish on my battered desk, towers of blueprints, an actual manual typewriter, and reference books strewn everywhere in an order only I could discern . My computer screen flickered with a dozen open windows. Yet I was unable to focus on any of the projects before me. I kept waiting for the door to open and see my stepdaughter, to smell her shampoo, and once again accept the compulsion to do her will.

I powered through three emails and started the draft on a new site proposal before I heard the knock. “Go away,” I called, instantly regretting the panic in my voice. “I’m very busy.” I tabbed between projects, trying to pick one that would look like I was actively working on it.

The knob rattled, then the door opened anyway. Kila sauntered over the threshold, a faint smile on her lips as she saw the fear in my eyes. Her hair was twisted in a wild bun and she wore a black crop top so thin it looked painted on, sweatpants hanging low on her hips. The outline of her areolas was visible through the shirt, and every motion threatened to flash a nipple. She walked barefoot, nails painted the same rich brown as her eyes. I tried not to stare, but it was impossible.

“Hi, Daddy,” she said, closing the door behind her with a slow, deliberate click.

I turned back to the screen, heart pounding. “You can’t just barge in like that.”

“I did, though.” She smiled. “Are you hiding something from me? Also, it’s rude to not return a greeting. I’d think a man in your position would be more… sensitive to such courtesies.”

“Sorry, sweetheart. I’m just very busy.” A shake of my head and I pretended to take notes from the screen. She came around the desk, leaned over my shoulder, and peered at the site maps on my monitor. Her arms were bare, skin almost luminous in the bright daylight from the little window behind the desk. Overpowered by her mere presence, I stopped and lowered my eyes, pen still in hand. “Hi, Kila. Was there something you wanted?”

“Work stuff?” she asked, her voice a perfect blend of bored and sultry.

“I have a deadline,” I muttered. “Several of them, actually.”

She slid her hand onto the mouse and began scrolling through my open tabs, eyes flicking to my face after every click. “So intense,” she purred. “You look stressed, Daddy.”

“I’m fine.”

A sound somewhere between a chuckle and a purr came from her throat. “I don’t think you’re working,” she said. “You’re thinking about me. Go ahead, Daddy. Put your hand under my breast and give it a squeeze.”

Dust blew through the Saraha of my mouth. Heart pounding, cock throbbing, I lifted one hand. A whimper slipped from my lips as my palm touched her shirt. My fingers tightened.

It was sublime. Kila’s breast was young and firm and I wanted, more than anything in the world, to bare her breast and suck at her nipple. To fill it rise against my tongue. Her fingers in my hair as she murmured to me.

“Good boy, Daddy,” she whispered. “I like it when you’re obedient. Tell me the First Principle.”

“All life starts as female until a fault in its chromosomes turn it to male.” I closed my eyes and savored each point of contact where Kila’s body met mine. But especially the feeling of her breast in my palm. “Therefore, males are biologically inferior.”

“Close enough. And the Second?”

I licked my lips. Remembering anything with Kila this close was a challenge. “A male’s purpose is to assist in the creation of the next generation and to give pleasure to females. Males are inferior in all ways.”

Kila’s hand cupped mine. Tightened my fingers on her breast. Her other hand reached down to squeeze my cock under my pants. It pulsed at her touch.

“Do you believe the First and Second Principles?”

“Yes, Kila,” I leaned against her, needing to maximize physical contact with her. “I am biologically inferior. I am inferior in all ways.”

Long, heavenly moments passed. Then Kila released my cock and pulled my hand from her breast. I felt her nose nuzzle my ear.

“I think a man who knows he’s inferior wouldn’t be feeling up his stepdaughter’s tits,” she whispered. “He wouldn’t get hard and want to fuck her constantly. And he definitely would not tell her to go away when she comes to check on her property.” Her teeth caught on my ear. A quick pinch and a flick of her tongue. “I own you, Daddy. You’re my property. Aren’t you?”

“Yes,” I whispered, unable to deny it or remain silent. “You own me, Kila. I’m your property.”

“Close all the windows except for the video chat,” she whispered. “Obey me, Daddy. Prove you know your place.”

My hand shook as I moved the mouse. I didn’t care if anything was saved. I just needed to show Kila what she wanted.

“Click the record button.” Kila turned my chair to face her, giving the camera a clear shot at us both. “Stand up and kiss me like you want to fuck me.” Her hands rested on my shoulders as she looked up at me. “Say it.”

“I want to fuck you,” I growled, more sincere than any moment in my life.

For twenty years, the only woman I’d kissed was my wife. I forgot what the first kiss feels like. A cold void filled my belly and my hands shook as they rested on my stepdaughter’s hips. I stared at her face. Marveled at her beauty. I watched a hint of a smile turn her lips upwards and felt the gravity of them.

The instant our lips met, the entire room fell away. My breath disappeared, vaporized in the inferno of my stepdaughter’s dominance. I felt the living heat of her mouth and tasted a hint of strawberry lip balm and girl-sweat and the animal brightness of youth. Her lips parted with a deliberate slowness, and then her tongue found mine, quick and mischievous, pulling me further in, every molecule of my body screaming for her. The hunger was electrifying, dangerous. My hands shook on her hips, but I didn’t dare move them elsewhere, lest the spell be broken.

She let me savor it, let the moment stretch and deepen into something beyond sense. I registered the faint click of the webcam’s indicator as the program began to record, and the knowledge only sent a fresh jolt through my groin. I was desperate, humiliated, enthralled. I could not have stopped if the world ended outside my window.

Kila deepened the kiss, drawing a needy whine from the back of my throat, and I felt her smile into it, knowing exactly what she’d done to me. I was drowning in her, helpless to resist, every part of me reduced to this need. Then she broke the kiss, just barely, lips grazing my cheek to my ear, leaving a wet trail that tingled in the AC-cooled air. I heard her breathe in, and exhale as if savoring the flavor of my humiliation.

“Touch me, Daddy,” she whispered, breath hot in my ear.

I obeyed, the skin of her stomach feverish under my palm. She bit my lower lip, hard enough to draw a gasp, then returned her mouth to mine, devouring me in slow, greedy pulls. My hands filled with her ass, lifting her to her toes so I could suck her down. The camera caught it all. Every move, every reaction she made was exaggerated for the camera, her moans and sighs reminding me of what it meant for a man to make love to a woman.

My hand drifted upward, trembling, and she caught it, guiding me to cup her breast through the crop top. The nipple was already stiff, poking hard against my palm.

“Tell me what you want,” she hissed.

“I—” My voice caught. I wasn’t sure what I wanted anymore, except for this to stop, or maybe to never end. “I want to fuck you, Kila.”

She shook her head. “Not good enough. Beg me for it. Show me what a needy little Daddy you are.” Her smiled turned teasing. “Use your mouth, but don’t say a word.”

For a moment, I didn’t understand. Then Kila tilted her chin. Offered me her throat. The ravenous wolf inside me fell on it. Tore the last vestige of respect and willpower in the power of its jaws.

Her flesh. My God, her flesh was sweet and hot and supple. My lips vibrated when she moaned. I whimpered, needy and supplicant. My tongue left a wet trail down her throat to the cleft of her collar bone. Kila sat on my desk, pushing everything out of the way with her hips. Guided my hands to her breasts.

“Kila.” Her name was sweet on my lips. She touched a finger to them. Held my eyes and shook her head. Holding my face with both hands, she brought my mouth back to hers.

She yanked my trembling hands beneath her thin top, forcing my palms directly onto her bare skin. The sudden heat of her breasts stunned me, made my fingers clutch almost involuntarily. Her flesh was impossibly soft, yet the weight of it announced itself through the slight downward drag in my wrists. She arched into my touch, eyes half-closed in a look that balanced perfectly between bored and predatory.

I let my hands have their way, desperate and greedy, kneading her with the carelessness of a man whose every moral impulse had short-circuited. My fingers grazed the pebbled points of her nipples, tracing them, then pinching just enough to draw a gasp. The sound lit a fire in my chest. No, lower, in the thickening heat of my groin. She must’ve felt it too, because in the same moment, her thighs clamped my hips, drawing me closer, until her legs were straddling my lap and I could feel her every shift and twitch.

Kila never let up. Her mouth worked mine with escalating ferocity; her tongue penetrated with a command almost military in its precision. I felt her breathless giggle against my lips, a vibration that made my head swim. She tilted her head, letting her hair fall like a dark curtain around us both, shielding our faces from the camera, but not our bodies. She wanted everything recorded, every sinful second.

She broke the kiss, only to seize my earlobe between her teeth. With her tongue, she flicked and sucked until I was a shuddering wreck. “You’re such a good Daddy,” she growled, voice raw with arousal. “All these years, and you’re still trainable.”

I shivered as her hands slid down my neck and chest, then under my shirt, nails leaving red trails on my skin. She rewarded my obedience by letting me fully cup her breasts, thumbs sliding across her nipples until they were so stiff they ached against my touch. I breathed her name like a penitent offering to a goddess.

A cold, clammy sweat covered my body. I was shaking, trembling, almost unable to contain any movement to hold it under my will. When I dared a glance downward, I caught the glistening tip of her tongue as she licked her lips, savoring the desperate hunger she’d birthed in me. Tasting the wild instincts she raised like a necromancer in a graveyard.

She pulled me forward, until I was bent halfway out of the chair, her body a living vice around my thighs. I tried to say something, anything, to thank her for this privilege, but she silenced me with another bruising kiss. My hands, now fully emboldened, roamed up her back, down her flanks, and then slipped beneath the waistband of her sweatpants. The absence of underwear shocked me. My fingers found only smooth, hot skin. Her ass was a perfect globe, and the feel of it sent my heart into a new, arrhythmic sprint.

She laughed into my mouth, delighted by my trembling. “You want more, don’t you?” she whispered, knowing the answer before it formed. Kila let her top ride up, bunching under her armpits, and used her hands to frame her breasts, pushing them together so the cleavage was obscene and perfect. “Is this what you want, Daddy?” she taunted, rolling her nipples between her fingers while never breaking eye contact.

I could barely speak. “Please,” I said, my voice breaking open like a confession. An image appeared in my mind, full formed and hungry. My cock slid between her breasts, her dancing eyes urging me on as I pressed against her lips with each thrust. Her taunts kept me hovering at the edge while I fucked her tits furiously.

“Daddy’s having naughty thoughts,” Kila purred seductively. “You like your stepdaughter’s tits? Wouldn’t it feel amazing if I oiled them up and let you fuck them? You’d come in my face, wouldn’t you, Daddy?” Her mouth caught mine again, plunging me into the vortex of her storm. “Is that what you want, Daddy? Or do you want what’s between my legs?” Kila asked.

“God, yes,” I moaned. “Kila, please. I’m begging.”

Kila giggled. Pressed on my shoulders. “Get on your knees and take my pants off.”

Too hungry to pass so much flesh unsampled, my mouth slurped at my stepdaughter’s skin. Soft. Sweet. Warm. Kila arched her back as I sucked a nipple between my lips. She released me long enough to pull her top over her head, then returned her fingers to rake my hair.

“Go down on me, Daddy,” Kila urged. “Obey me.”

No part of my life had ever prepared me for the sight of my stepdaughter sprawled luxuriously across my desk, her whole body laid out for me like an altar of sin. Yet here we were, the air humming with the blue glow of my computer monitor and the faint, insistent gleam of the webcam’s LED recording all of it. Every cell in my body screamed at me to stop, to run, to vomit, to do anything but lean forward and put my mouth to her skin. But Kila’s fingers were already in my hair, tangling, guiding, pulling me inexorably down until my lips touched the velvet warmth of her stomach. Salt and heat, the faintest suggestion of coconut from her lotion, filled my senses and shot straight to my head.

“That’s it,” she said, voice a ragged purr. “You’re such a good boy when you’re hungry.”

I wanted to die. I wanted to disappear. I wanted to taste every square inch of her and never be full. She loosened her grip just enough for me to find my own rhythm, and I let my tongue wander, spiraling up her abdomen, tasting the sharp ridge of her ribs, then tracing a line up to the hollow at the base of her throat. Her laughter vibrated through my mouth and into my skull, an electric sensation that made me dizzy with need.

My hands, once white-knuckled on her hips, slid up her sides. The skin was feverish and alive under my palms, prickled with gooseflesh, and as I caressed her. My knees found the cold, hard floor as my mouth moved south from her navel. Trembling fingers found the waistband of her sweatpants.

Kila laughed softly as a neon pink dildo slid into view. Her sweatpants fell to her feet, forgotten. One hand wrapped around her strapon.

“Open up, Daddy,” Kila cooed. “You wanted what’s between my legs.”

I parted my lips, and she guided the tip of the dildo into my mouth. It tasted of silicone and something faintly chemical. I gagged as it hit the back of my throat. Coughing, I spit it out.

“Look at me, Daddy. Make love to my girl-cock.” She grinned. “I’m sure Mom’s sucked your dick a few times. Show me how she starts. Work up to it. Don’t worry, you’ll have the whole thing in your cock-hungry throat before I’m done.

Staring up at my stepdaughter, I licked my lips before taking the head of the dildo between them. My cheeks hollowed as I sucked at it. Head bobbed slightly, working the tip until it was dripping with my spit.

“That’s it, Daddy. Be a nasty little cocksucker for me.” Kila’s fingers ruffled my hair. “You look pretty with a pink cock in your mouth.”

It claimed my tongue by fractions of inches. I slurped at the spit gathering in the corners of my mouth. Edged it deeper. Deeper. Until it hit my gag point and I retched.

“Not as easy as it looks,” Kila laughed. “Don’t give up. I deserve the best nasty, cock-sucking daddy in town. Suck it like a porn star, Daddy. Suck my dick.”

I tried. Each time I had a full third of it in my mouth, I gagged. I hated it. I wanted to give Kila what she wanted. But I couldn’t help it.

“Let me help,” Kila said, resting one hand on the back of my head. “Just relax. Let out your breath and let me fuck your throat.”

I fought against my gag reflex as Kila pushed the dildo deeper. My eyes watered, but I didn’t pull away. I couldn’t. Her hand at the back of my head kept me in place, her fingers twisted in my hair as she guided me down the length of her pink cock.

“Look at me while you suck it,” she commanded. “I want to see your eyes when you realize what you’ve become.”

I obeyed, raising my gaze to meet hers. The dildo stretched my lips uncomfortably, filling my mouth until I could barely breathe. Kila’s eyes were bright with triumph as she watched me struggle.

“That’s right,” she cooed. “Take it deeper. Show me how much you want to please me.”

She thrust her hips forward, forcing more of the silicone length down my throat. I gagged again, tears streaming down my cheeks, but she didn’t relent. My throat clenched, trying to deny her entry. Kila didn’t care. She wouldn’t be denied.

“Use your hand,” she instructed, guiding my right hand to the base of the dildo. “Stroke what you can’t fit in your mouth. Yet.”

My fingers wrapped around the slick shaft, working in rhythm with my mouth as I tried to find a pace that wouldn’t make me choke. The humiliation burned through me like acid, but my cock strained against my pants, betraying my arousal. Kila continued to push the dildo down my throat, pulling it out so I could retch and breathe between thrusts.

“Now,” Kila said, her voice dropping to a husky whisper, “I want you to finger-fuck me while you deepthroat this cock.” She spread her feet to get leverage. “You’re going all the way down this time, Daddy.”

I reached up with my free hand, stroking the lips of her pussy. Soft and wet, my fingers found her center. Two fingertips dipped into her. Wiggled deeper. Soaked and dripping, her inner walls clenching around my fingers as I curled them to find that spot that would make her shudder.

“Faster,” she demanded. “Make me come while you suck my cock, and maybe I’ll let you jerk off.”

I worked my fingers inside her, feeling her body respond as I pushed deeper. My jaw ached from the strain of the dildo, but I didn’t stop. Couldn’t stop. The camera’s red light blinked steadily in my peripheral vision, recording every moment of my degradation.

The dildo stopped with a good two inches left sticking out of my face. Kila swirled her hips as she pulled at the back of my head. I gagged. Coughed. The last of it filled my throat.

My stepdaughter held me in place. Drool ran down my chin and my lungs burned with the need to breathe. Her hips punched at my face, fucking my throat. Grinding into me.

“See, you can do it?” She let me come up for air. “Now, you do it. Breathe out as you go down. Work it with your throat. Come up for air. Repeat until I come.”

She was right, of course. After two more plunges, I adapted. My jaw relaxed. I did as asked and forced air from my lungs, lowering my face onto the shaft until my lips mashed against the hard-molded pubic ridge at the base. It stretched my throat, hurt a little, and made my eyes stream, but I did it. I took her whole cock. My stepdaughter moaned with pleasure and pride.

“There’s my perfect Daddy,” Kila whispered. She cradled my head, encouraging the slow bob of my mouth up and down her strapon. “Such a fast learner. Does it feel good, pleasing me?”

I wanted to cry, but mostly I wanted to keep sucking her. I could barely scent her cunt over the bleached vinyl, but the warmth and wetness were there, flooding my senses with a weird, heady intimacy. At the same time my fingers rolled inside her, curling hard enough to draw guttural little grunts with each pump. She was tight and impossibly hot, gushing slick with every new stroke.

A rhythm emerged. I pressed two fingers up and in, then use my tongue to swirl around the silicone head, then bottom out. Shove my face against Kila’s pelvis so that my fingers prodded her g-spot. Then gasping for air as my fingers pulled back Again and again, harder and faster as her nails dug into my scalp, her knees shuddering just inches from my ears.

“That’s it, Daddy. Good boy. You suck that dick.” Kila’s voice was tense with hunger. I felt her pussy tightening. “Show me what a little bitch you are. Cock-sucking little bitch. Eat that dick. Fucking cock-hungry slut.”

The tone of her voice turned me on almost as much as the words. I was everything she said. More, and less. My world collapsed until the only thing that mattered was getting that girl-cock down my throat and keeping it there as long as possible.

“Make me come, Daddy,” Kila gasped, her voice high and wild. “Make me come while you choke on my dick. God, you’re such a pathetic little slut.”

Yes, I wanted to say, yes, I’m your slut. I’m whatever you say I am. Even as I started to cough and gag and the taste of silicone threatened to make me puke, I craved her more than I ever craved anything. The pressure of her hips fucked my mouth harder. My nostrils flooded with her scent, sweat and pussy and pure feral Kila; my tongue ached from the pounding, but I never let off. My jaw unhinged and my face pressed forward and I lost myself in the overwhelming need to keep giving her what she wanted.

“Oh my god,” Kila wailed, pulling my face up so the shaft popped from my mouth with a wet, sucking gasp. “You’re so fucking good at this.”

She ground herself against my face and I resumed working my fingers inside her with renewed, frantic violence, anything to stave off the abscess of deprivation that opened inside me if I wasn’t serving her. Kila let out a strangled, beastly moan and collapsed forward, slamming her hips against my face. I felt her entire body close up and shake, her cunt clenching my hand in a death grip. Somehow, without any more direction, my mouth found the strapon and sucked it like a newborn, swallowing and working as hard as I could, hungry for the taste of girl-cock.

Kila’s breathing quickened, her hips rolling against my hand as I sucked harder on the dildo. “That’s it,” she gasped. “Right there. Don’t you dare fucking stop.”

I felt her thighs begin to tremble, her pussy tightening around my fingers. She grabbed my hair with both hands now, holding me in place as she fucked my face with short, sharp thrusts of her hips. The dildo hit the back of my throat with each movement, making me gag and choke, but I kept going, desperate to please her.

She pushed me back with a hand to my forehead. Leaned back against the desk, panting as sweat dripped between her breasts. Beautiful. Powerful. Commanding. She threw her head back and laughed.

“You aren’t done yet, Daddy,” she said, grabbing a handful of hair. “I’m doing this one.”

Kila was a different animal when she fucked me. Her brutality was beautiful. She cranked my hair with both fists, locked her hips into a piston rhythm, and rammed the length of the strapon deeper than I thought possible. My tongue flattened and curled helplessly around the girth, jaw stretched to its breaking point as she battered the head into the roof of my mouth, then down, straight down until every gag reflex sparked panic and every muscle in my face twitched in agony.

She left me barely seconds to pant through my nose before slamming in again, harder each time. I clawed at her thighs, not to stop her but to hang on, fingers digging into taut muscle as saliva poured down my chin and coated the shaft in ropes that shined under the overhead light. The taste of latex and sweat and something beautifully feral suffused the back of my throat. I tried to keep up, to work my tongue or lips the way she wanted, but my entire face was reduced to a hole for her cock. I felt every vein in my forehead knot, every inch of my dignity dissolve as she fucked me like a toy.

“Suck that dick, you fucking cunt.” The words were daggers, and I took every one. “Dirty cunt. Fucking bitch.” The wet squelch that my throat made as she bottomed out echoed in the tiny office, obscene and perfect. “When I tell you to suck my dick, you fucking take it all. All of it, Daddy. Choke on that fucking cock.”

The humiliation ripped through me, but so did wild, savage need. My cock throbbed in my jeans, leaking into the fabric from the sheer pressure arousal. The back of my nose stung with tears, and my vision blurred around the red camera light and Kila’s twisted smile as she watched herself violate me. She made me look up at her, made me watch her lips curl in cruel pleasure every time I spluttered or retched. She wasn’t content until I’d gone from choked to nearly unresponsive, until the only thing left in my brain was the desperate urge to please her and the sheer animal instinct to keep taking it.

Somewhere in the blur I remembered my hand, fingers still buried in Kila’s pussy, knuckles flicked raw from how hard she ground herself on my grip. She was soaking, dripping so much that my entire palm was slick, the inside of her thighs painted with her own arousal. She’d never let up, never relented, not even as my jaw went numb and lips swelled with abuse. This was what she wanted. What she’d always wanted. Complete, ragged conquest.

Kila’s face changed as she neared the edge. Her eyes narrowed, mouth open in a snarl of hunger and satisfaction, nostrils flared. Her hips lost their careful rhythm and became a wild, manic stutter, bashing my nose against her pubic bone and mashing my face flush to her crotch. Each thrust was met by a clench of her cunt around my fingers, drawing me in, squeezing tighter as the tension built. She screamed at me, then at the air, her voice echoing off the bare walls: “TAKE IT! FUCKING TAKE IT! CHOKE ON MY COCK!”

I gagged, nearly blacked out, saliva streaming down both sides of my mouth. My entire head was a single point of pressure and need, every other sensation reduced to raw, animal effort. I licked her, sucked her, gave in to her, because it was the only thing left in the world that mattered. I wanted her to finish, to win, to break me and fill the room with proof of her power over me.

With a final, savage thrust, Kila locked me in place, the entire shaft down my throat, her thighs crushing my temples. For a split second I thought I’d pass out, then her body seized and clamped on my fingers so hard I feared she’d break them. She screamed, an animal howl as her pussy pulsed around me, liquid heat gushing over my hand. My vision tunneled and I saw nothing but her, sweating and triumphant, riding the crest of her orgasm and using my body as the vessel for her pleasure.

Her orgasm hit hard, her pussy clenching rhythmically around my fingers as she ground against my hand. She threw her head back, a low, throaty moan escaping her lips as she rode out the waves of pleasure. I kept my eyes on her face, watching the flush spread across her cheeks, the way her lips parted in ecstasy.

“All of it, bitch,” she growled, pushing her hips at me so hard I had to fight for balance. “Good little daddy bitch.”

Pulses rocked her shoulders. Pulled gasps and cries of ecstasy from her mouth. It was the most powerful orgasm I’d ever seen a woman endure, cascading until my stepdaughter was limp and exhausted, lying back over my desk as she laughed at the ceiling.

“God, Daddy. I never knew you had it in you.”

I tried to tell her I didn’t either, but my voice didn’t work. All I could do was clear my throat and cough. Suck air deep in my lungs. Silently congratulate myself for a job well done.

“Not bad for your first time,” she said, running her thumb across my lower lip. “We’ll work on your technique.”

She slid off the desk, adjusting the harness around her hips. I remained on my knees, awaiting further instructions, my cock painfully hard in my pants.

“Stand up,” she ordered, and I obeyed, my legs stiff from kneeling on the hard floor. Kila reached for the mouse, clicking a few buttons on the screen. “There. I’ve set your video chat to loop that recording for the rest of the day. I want you to watch what I just did to you. Over and over.”

“Kila, no—” I started to protest, but she cut me off with a sharp look.

“You can turn it off if someone calls, but it goes on immediately when you hang up,” she said. She glanced meaningfully at my erection. “And don’t even think about touching that until I give you permission.”

She picked up her sweatpants and crop top but didn’t put them on. Instead, she sauntered to the door, naked except for the harness and dildo still jutting obscenely from between her legs. I watched her bare ass sway as she disappeared down the hallway.

“I expect you to finish your work,” she said, hand on the doorknob. “I’ll check on you later to see if you’ve earned any... relief.” With a wicked laugh, she called over her shoulder, “I wouldn’t bet on that, Daddy. It isn’t good for a man to come too often. Makes him forget who runs his life.”

With that, she left me alone with my shame, my arousal, and the damning evidence looping endlessly on my computer screen. I collapsed into my chair, staring at the recording of myself on my knees, servicing my stepdaughter like the pathetic, inferior creature I’d become. The worst part wasn’t the video itself, or even the fear of discovery. It was knowing that when Kila returned, I would do it all again without hesitation. Because she owned me now, body and soul, and we both knew it.