Good Boy, Daddy Chapter 15
A different way to love his stepdaughter.
Kila’s bedroom was always warm, always too bright or too dark, nothing in between. Tonight, she’d left the overhead off and glowed herself with a ring of cheap LED lamps strung up around her mirror and closet. The effect was pink and uncanny, an aquarium for girls who fed on the need of others. I saw her before she saw me: legs folded under her, the round of her knees peeking out below gym shorts, a sheer tank top clinging to her chest and doing nothing to hide the nipples underneath. She scrolled her phone, eyelashes catching the color of the LEDs, mouth twisted into a bored, predatory smile. She looked up when I pushed the door closed behind me.
“Hi, Daddy,” she said, without a hint of surprise. “Did you eat my mother’s pussy like a good boy? Is Mom knocked out because you sent her to the stars?
“I… yes?” How could I talk to Kila about what I did with Bryn? I shouldn’t talk to Kila about anything sexual. Or maybe anything at all.
She patted the bed next to her, but I hesitated at the threshold. “Is there a problem?” she asked. Her voice had dropped, cool as a guidance counselor on the last day before summer. “Did you fuck my mom? You aren’t allowed to do that, remember?”
“No, I… yes.” I floundered. “I was obedient.”
A soft smile curved her lips. “Good boy, Daddy.” She patted the bed again. “Sit down.”
The mattress was impossibly soft. I felt myself sink half a foot, so that my shoulders hunched and my head dipped below hers. She set her phone aside and turned to face me, legs crossed so her thighs formed a shelf between us. I fought not to stare.
She made a little humming noise, like she was reading a recipe and considering a substitution. “Did you want to? Fuck Mom, I mean. You remember fucking Mom - your wife?”
“I remember,” I whispered. Unable to discern Kila’s desired answer, I gave her the truth. “Yes. I want to fuck my wife. I love her, Kila.”
“Then why are you here?”
There was no answer to that. Or, rather, there was only one answer. “Because you told me to.”
“Just like you didn’t fuck Mom because I told you that you aren’t allowed.” Kila didn’t wait for an answer. “Do you like obeying me?”
“I can’t help it.” I shrugged helplessly. “And, even if I could, you have plenty of evidence to make sure I do what you want.”
My stepdaughter leaned towards me. Wrapped her arms around my shoulder. Her breath was soft and warm against my cheek when she spoke.
“Do I need it, Daddy? Am I blackmailing you, or am I just putting into words what you already want?”
I wasn’t sure how to answer that question. I didn’t want to be here. I wanted to be in bed with my wife, holding her after we made love. I didn’t want my stepdaughter busting my balls and teasing me until I came in my pants. But…
“It isn’t blackmail,” I whispered. “I don’t know what it is, but it isn’t blackmail.”
Kile turned my face to look at her. “You’re trembling. Are you scared?” Her lips landed on mine with a soft sucking that turned my insides to jelly. “What’s the worst I could do, Daddy? Let you fuck me? Let you come inside me the way you want?” Her eyes stared at me from an inch away. “What do you want, Daddy? If I give you anything you want right now, what do you want?”
“Make me stop wanting this,” I whispered. “Teach me to live without it so I can be happy with your mother.”
“Because you were so happy before.” Not a question. A challenge. One I couldn’t answer. Kila’s fingers brushed the hair over my ears. “Daddy, you keep coming back because you want this. You don’t know what to ask for, but you know I can give it to you. That’s I’ll make you accept it.” Another softer-than-dandelion-silk kiss. “Am I wrong, Daddy?”
“I don’t know,” I whispered. “I want to give you whatever answer will make you happiest.”
Kila kicked her legs out, heels bouncing once off the floor, then leaned down and reached under her bed. “I have a present for you,” she announced. When she surfaced, she was holding a small black zippered case. It looked like the kind of thing that would hold a portable hard drive or a blood pressure cuff. She set it on the bed between us and unzipped it, slow and deliberate.
Inside, four dildos nestled in foam. They ranged from a slender, pastel beginner model to a glossy, black monster that would have made a joke of my wrist. Each was labeled with a strip of neon tape and a number. I knew, instantly and with sinking certainty, that I’d be seeing them all.
Kila traced a finger down the row of silicone, then turned the case toward me. “Tonight, Daddy, you’re going to learn how to suck girl-cock properly. None of that weak, whimpering shit you did in the office. You’re going to learn how to take it all the way, and you’re going to impress the fuck out of me.”
She lifted the smallest one from its slot and held it like a conductor’s baton. “Number one,” she said, waggling it at me. “Should be a breeze for you, right?” She squeezed a line of clear lubricant onto her palm and slicked the length of the toy with clinical precision. The light caught on the lube, turning it into a beacon.
“Kneel on the floor.” I slid off the bed and tried to ignore how the carpet burned at my knees. Kila slid to the edge of the bed and held the dildo against her body. “Look at me, Daddy. I don’t want you to gag and choke on my girl-cock. I want you to show me that giving me a sexy show is more important that breathing. Do you understand?”
I didn’t really, but that didn’t matter. Kila rested her hand against the back of my head and guided me closer. She smiled down at me when it rested against my lips.
“Lick your lips,” she said. “Slow. Like my girl-cock is the sweetest piece of candy you’ve ever tasted.” I did, and she guided the dildo into my mouth, just an inch at first. “That’s it. Just keep your lips wet and soft and work the tip. Moan a little. Blink your eyes slow while they roll back in your head. This is the only cock you’ve ever wanted, and it’s so much better than your deepest, darkest dreams.”
I closed my eyes and tried to imagine a dream in which I sucked a cock. The image wouldn’t come to mind, but I found a different headspace emerging. My lips softened around the girl-cock. My movements slowed. The purpose wasn’t to get the cock in my mouth. It was to make the cock want to be in my mouth.
“That’s it, Daddy. Feel it moving between your lips. Trace it with your tongue. Not the tip. Let it conform to the shape of the cock in your mouth.” Kila’s breathy voice was tender and encouraging. I blinked up at her in the dim light. “Hi, Daddy,” she whispered. “You’re doing so good. I’m so proud of you. Now, work on your breathing. In through the nose, slow and even. Don’t even focus on it. Empty your lungs and they’ll do the rest for you.”
She was right. If I focused on the way my mouth held the cock, then my body took care of the breathing on its own. I let the tip rest on my lips as I looked up at Kila.
“I would do anything for you,” I whispered.
“I know. Make your mouth a hot, wet pussy for that cock to fuck.” Her fingernails scratched at my scalp gently. “Hollow your cheeks. Open nice and wide so your cheeks collapse around the cock on your tongue. No teeth!”
I tried, feeling stupid and desperate. My jaw ached as I held it wide. So much spit gathered in my mouth that I slurped at it. I watched her eyes for approval, but her face was impossible to read.
“That’s how a real slut sucks a dick,” Kila purred. “You’re doing great, Daddy. Now take it a little deeper,” she coached. “You need to get comfortable with something in your mouth, Daddy. It shouldn’t make you gag. You can learn to like it.”
The next inch went easy, the silicone smooth and cool. I felt her hand press at the back of my head, urging me to take more. Not pushing. Not rushing. Just comforting me with her complete control of the situation.
“There’s a good boy,” she murmured. “Try moving your head a little. Don’t bob it. You aren’t looking for a rhythm yet. Just let your mouth know what it feels like to be full of cock.”
I did as she said, hating how eager I was for her praise, for any sign that I was doing well. A deep sigh settled from my lungs with something that felt like contentment. When I whimpered, Kila giggled and ran her fingers through my hair.
“Okay, Daddy. I want you to come up for a kiss, but you can’t be gross about it.” Her gentle hands held me in place. “Swallow all that spit. Now, suck hard and just let your mouth mold to my cock. Try to keep as much of your lips in contact with it until the very last second.” A soft smooching sound announced my obedience. “Good boy, Daddy. That wasn’t so hard, was it?”
I shook my head, humiliated and a little bit relieved. My stepdaughter held my face between her hands and pushed my lips open with hers. I sucked hard at her tongue, moaning into her kiss. Her arms wrapped around the back of my neck and tightened, pulling me closer. I crawled to her until my arms could encircle her body.
All the love my heart held overflowed into that kiss. Kila drank it down and demanded more. Her kiss was as demanding as her discipline. When her lips left mine, I felt empty. Her dark eyes danced with delight.
With gentle pressure, my stepdaughter pushed me back in place. Kila put the first dildo back in its place and lifted the second, a clear step up in girth and length. “We’re going to try this one now,” she said, lubing it up with two quick strokes. “It isn’t long enough to put in your throat, but it will hit the back of your mouth. If you go too fast or too hard, you’ll gag and choke. I don’t want that. I want my daddy to be a pretty little cocksucker.”
She held the base of it to her pelvis and waited. It was thicker than I expected, and the tip was more bulbous. She must have seen the panic in my eyes, because she smiled with real affection.
“Trust me, Daddy.” Her smile was luminous in the low light. “If you need to pull back, you can. But I want you to really try. Don’t force it. Just let it happen. Breathe and suck that cock like you’ve loved it your entire life. Be my cocksucker.”
The word landed hard. I didn’t know if she meant it as a taunt or a compliment, but I ached for it to be the latter. I opened my mouth wide, tongue out, and let her guide the dildo past my lips. My jaw protested as it threatened to unhinge, but I ignored it.
“Soft lips. Wet tongue,” Kila reminded me. “Push your breath out through your nose. Hollow cheeks. Be a pussy for my cock to fuck.”
The first half was easy. I slurped and gurgled, feeling the shaft slip between my wet lips. Emboldened by success, I sank further, trying to touch my nose to Kila’s pelvis. The head of the dildo hit the back of my throat hard and my body reacted just as violently. I gagged, jerked back, and nearly spat it out. Kila laughed, a musical sound, and stroked my cheek.
“Try again,” she said, not unkindly. “But this time, breathe out as you go down. It helps. And don’t be such a greedy cocksucker. Take your time, Daddy. You’re making love to me.”
That thought had never crossed my mind. I was trying to please her. I wanted her to be proud of me. But I never thought of this - sucking an inanimate length of silicone - as a way to love Kila. With that in mind, I took the cock back into my mouth.
It was no better. I could make love to Kila in my mind all I wanted, but the reality was that my mouth wasn’t deep enough to take this cock, and it wasn’t long enough to go beyond my gag spot. I coughed and sputtered, wiping my mouth with my forearm.
“You’re doing great,” she said, voice syrupy with mockery and pride in equal measure. “But you need to relax. Pretend you’re swallowing something big, like a vitamin. Just let it slide in.” Her hands held both sides of my head. “Let me help. Relax and trust me.”
I did my best. I opened my throat, exhaling as Kila pushed the head of my cock past my soft palate. My throat tightened in anticipation. As if she sensed it, Kila eased me back until only my lips touched the head of her cock.
“Do it like that a few times,” she said. “No further. Just right there. Just enough that it scares your body.”
My throat sucked closed again and again. Kila petted and stroked my hair and told me I was a good boy. By increments, the world fell away. There was only me and my stepdaughter, and the cock she wore that slid between my lips.
“When you’re ready, take about half of what’s left,” she whispered. “Not all of it. Don’t be greedy. You aren’t trying to prove anything. You’re just trying to show me how much I mean to you.”
I exhaled and closed the distance between my nose and Kila’s panties. My throat tried to close. As if it sensed it were safe, it relaxed suddenly. Instead of trying to take the rest of Kila’s cock, I drew back a bit.
“See?” she purred. “You can teach an old dog new tricks. Just work with that a bit. When you’re ready, I want you to get my cock as close to the back of your mouth as you can without touching it. Just take it there and hold it.”
I worked a slow, trembling rhythm. Each time the head of her cock got close to the back of my mouth, the animal part of me screamed retreat, but I held, tongue flat. I tried to look up at Kila as often as I could, hoping to catch a trace of pride, or at least appreciation, on her face. She gave me little half-smiles, lazy and predatory. The world collapsed into this act; nothing existed except Kila’s cock and the struggle to defeat my own body for her approval.
“Beautiful,” Kila murmured. She tapped my cheek with her finger, like you might pat a dog on the head after it’s figured out a trick. “You’re almost ready for the third one.” She ran her nails over my scalp, tracing nerve endings I’d forgotten existed, sending shudders into my belly and, God help me, my cock.
She withdrew the dildo with a soft slurp, then angled my chin up to meet her gaze. “Let’s put this one aside. You’ll need to practice a lot before you’re as good as you are eager, but… I’m proud. I mean it. Next one’s going to be more of a challenge.”
I couldn’t speak. Spit collected at the corners of my mouth, and my tongue hung useless, numb. She grabbed a washcloth from the nightstand and wiped my chin, tender as a new mother.
“Rest a second.”
Dazed, I sat back on my heels and waited. Kila watched me, arms crossed, and a subtle, feline smile played on her face. She liked watching the gears of panic and hope churn inside my skull. She liked breaking me in tiny, consecutive pieces and then building me back up.
The third dildo was longer, less comically thick than the second, but rod-straight and menacing in its shiny, flesh-colored finish. Kila lubed it up with slow, sinuous motions, smearing the shaft until it glistened with anticipation.
“Just like before,” she whispered, holding the dildo in place. “Work up to it, Daddy. You have the soul of a whore, but not the body of one - yet.” She giggled. “Enjoy it, Daddy. Feel every ounce of dignity slip away. You can’t pretend to be anything but what you are. Accept it as gently as you accept my cock in your mouth.”
I opened my lips and let my jaw relax, already knowing that my best wouldn’t be enough. The head of the dildo was a blur of synthetic flesh in the LED glow. Kila pressed it lightly to my mouth, a silent instruction. I barely had time to ready my tongue before she slid it inside, smooth and relentless, until I tasted the lube and rubber on my palate. My throat tensed and fluttered in self-defense, but I remembered to breathe out, remembered to hold still. For the first three inches, I succeeded, feeling the strange heat of Kila’s pride flowing down her arm into my hair, her hand steadying me as I adjusted.
“That’s a good boy,” she breathed. The praise landed soft but heavy, an anchor in my chest. “Let me know the second you have to tap out, okay?” She nudged the last inch forward, the tip kissing something deeper in the hinge of my throat. I gagged, but less violently than before; she slowed, held it there, then drew back, allowing me a gasped breath and a moment to regroup.
We’re working on endurance now,” Kila said, voice brisk and gentle, the way you teach a child to float or pedal or not hit the brakes on their first bike ride. “You go back in, and you just take it right to the edge, and as long as you last, I’ll count it. Then we do it again. I want to see you last a full five seconds by the end. Can you do five seconds for me, Daddy?”
I nodded, almost humorless with the focusing terror of it. Five seconds felt like a century, but the challenge of it overrode every other instinct. And it would be worth it to make Kila proud of me. To bask in her praise.
That’s when I realized why I needed Kila to be this way with me. She had said it. There was no way to pretend. I was stripped down to my bare bones, my soul as naked as my body ever had been. Kila saw me as no one ever had. Because I let her lead me to it. Because I surrendered to it.
This time when she pressed the cock into my lips, I did not even blink. My mouth opened, tongue flat, and I let her advance, inch by slow inch, until the tip crowded my gag reflex and I felt it, animal and deep, that revulsion-humiliation cocktail. I gripped her thighs, not to stop her but to keep my spine straight, and I fixed my eyes on the place where her hip met the glossy shaft. I held. Counted the LED dots as they danced in the fog at the edges of my vision.
One. Two. Three. Four.
I thought I might black out. I popped, coughed hard, and jerked my head up just in time to see Kila’s shining eyes and approving grin. “That was four and a half,” she said. “You’re so close, Daddy. So fucking close.” Her hands stroked the side of my head, washing out the panic with whatever gentleness she would allow me. “Rest. Breathe. We’ll do it again.”
It took two more tries, but I made the five, and on the third, I did not even break contact with her eyes, willing myself to stay in the moment, to hold it as long as possible, to see myself through her gaze as a thing both pathetic and beautiful, a monument to someone’s will besides my own.
Kila wriggled on the bed, bouncing the springs, almost giddy with delight. “You’re doing so well, Daddy. I’m so proud of you. Such a good boy, Daddy.” She pulled my face up and kissed my lips softly. “This is why you love me the way you do, Daddy. No one else can make you understand who you are. But I see it. I see my daddy, and I love what my daddy is.” Her voice choked with emotion. “I won’t let my daddy fail.”
Tears filled my eyes. I had no idea this was so important to her, or why. It didn’t matter. All that I cared about was giving her what she wanted, and she wanted me to suck more cock. So, I would.
Kila let me collapse into her lap. The smell of her was intoxicating, honeyed musk and strawberry, almond lube and the faintest thread of ozone from the LEDs. Her fingers massaged the tense muscles at the base of my skull, as if rewarding a pet for mastering a routine. I wanted to curl up there, close my eyes, drift in the undertow of her affection and scorn.
After a minute, she nudged my chin up and set the fourth and final cock on the bed between us. It was huge, matte black, emulating the texture and subtle bend of real flesh. I felt panic spike in my stomach. There was no way that could fit. My jaw already throbbed; my tongue felt like a dead sponge.
Kila regarded the monster with a sense of ceremony, then fixed her gaze on me. “Can you do it, Daddy?”
I wanted to please her. I nodded and steeled myself, but the first attempt was pathetic: my lips refused, my teeth closed in reflex. I coughed and spat, shrank from the sight of it. Without a word, Kila cradled my face, her palm trembling slightly, not from pity but anticipation. She could see the battle in me, and it thrilled her.
“Relax. We’re not in a rush.” She squeezed a thick, numbing gel onto my lips and gums. “Open,” she ordered. “Let it rest against your lips. Don’t take it. Let it come to you.”
I obeyed. The gel tasted bitter, but I hardly noticed; the world shrank to sensations of body and mouth, space and pressure. She touched the cock to my mouth, left it there, just a promise, and then ran her tongue over the top of my head as if anointing me for a sacrament. My whole skull tingled with electricity.
“That’s it,” she whispered, the sound a velvet ribbon in the heavy air. “Let’s just be here for a minute.”
We waited. As the numbness took hold, I breathed in slow, fought to still the trembling in my jaw. Kila stroked my cheek, put two fingers on my lips until I remembered myself and parted them. This time, when the cock found my mouth, it felt alien but manageable. I forced my tongue flat, hollowing my cheeks as she had trained.
“There you go, Daddy,” she said, and I felt a child’s pride. I struggled to make eye contact, not to look away from my shame. The head of the cock was thick, but my mouth accepted it. With tiny forward pulses, Kila inched it deeper, millimeter by millimeter. By the time it kissed the threshold of my gag, she stopped.
I felt my own heartbeat in my temples; Kila placed a hand there, as if to feel it too. Together, we counted the seconds. One. Two. My throat recoiled, but her grip steadied me. Three. Four. Five. When we reached ten, she backed off. Not a withdrawal, but a luxurious retreat, letting the cock slide slow over my lips.
“There’s a few ways to get this down your throat where it belongs,” Kila said softly. “One is that I hold your head and shove it down your throat. You know what that’s like.” She paused to regain her train of thought. “Okay, a second way is to make you gag and then rush the length down your throat before it can close.” She looked at me. “We aren’t doing either of those.”
“I want to take it all for you,” I whispered, my voice gruff.
“You will. When I decide it’s time” She smiled and tapped a finger to my nose. “Don’t be a greedy cocksucker, Daddy. It isn’t attractive.” Laughing at her own joke, she continued. “I’m going to hold this right at the top of your throat. If you gag and push it back, that’s okay. It just goes right back in.” Her hand was tender as she stroked my face. “Your throat will stretch and take it a little at a time. No rush. Just love my cock all the way down.”
I rested my lips against the barrel of that cock, barely daring to breathe. Kila let her fingers roam lightly atop my skull, absently twirling a strand of my hair like she was tuning a violin or winding a clock. The size of the thing terrified me, but somehow, with her palm resting gentle and sure, the panic diminished. I focused on keeping my jaw wide, lips soft, tongue flat, and ignoring the ache that radiated outward into the bones of my face.
“That’s perfect. Stay just like that,” Kila said, and began to rock the shaft against my lips, not in and out, but a gentle, insistent pressure. My senses telescoped down to her touch, the inertia of the toy, the impossible thickness stretching my mouth. When my tongue fluttered and I gagged, she pulled back the barest fraction, never enough for relief, just the hint of mercy. The taste and scent of warm silicone, the bitter edge of the numbing gel, the heat of her thigh pressed to my cheek… My entire world consisted of Kila.
“Relax,” she whispered, her thumbs rolling tight circles over the strained muscles of my jaw. “Let it happen. Or not. Just love what you are. Love what I am. Love that we have this between us.”
I tried again. Pushed my throat wide and exhaled. Let the tip of Kila’s dildo touch the back of my throat. When it didn’t react, I pushed the slightly bit deeper. It was beyond my gag point now, but it blocked my entire throat. No matter how much I tried to relax, it would go no further.
“Rest a minute,” Kila said, laying my head in her lap. “You’re such a good boy, Daddy. Such an eager little cocksucker. I really didn’t think you’d get this far.”
“I want to do it for you,” I whimpered. “I should be able to do it. Just force it into my throat. Make me take it, Kila. I don’t care how much it hurts.”
“I care,” she said gently. “I don’t want this to hurt. I want this to be something you have to work for. I want you to feel a sense of accomplishment when that entire cock fills your throat.” Her hands stroked my hair. “What you want doesn’t matter, Daddy. We’re doing it the way I want. That’s all you need to worry about.”
“Yes, Kila.”
For almost a full minute, she held me in silence. Kissed the side of my face. “Do you have one more try in you tonight?”
When I nodded, she moved me back in position. “I love you for this,” I whispered. Her only answer was to tap the big dildo against my lips.
I lost myself in it. Worked the big dildo deeper into my mouth, slurping and gurgling like it was the love song of my people. And all the while, I stared up at my stepdaughter.
Soft lips. Wet mouth. Open throat. Breathe out. Let it happen.
Once again, the head of the cock lodged at the top of my throat. Instead of forcing it or resisting, I just accepted that was all the cock I would get. I twisted my head slowly, grinding it against the wet velvet of my throat. My head bobbing no more than a quarter-inch so air could bubble up and slip back down.
Then it happened. My throat threw itself around the head of the dildo, pulling it down. I fought panic as my throat bulged. Caught myself an instant before I pulled back. Then, finding my calm center of love, I relaxed and let my throat ripple around the dildo for another two inches.
“Oh my god, Daddy. Look at you.” Kila’s voice was proud and surprised. Impressed. I tried to work the cock with my throat and choked on it. In an instant, I had my body back under control and relaxed into my existence. “Oh, what a good boy! What a pretty little cocksucker my daddy is. Okay, Daddy. Breathe. Come up for air.”
Gasping for air, I knelt before Kila. She kept one hand resting on my head while she put the dildo away. Putting it back under her bed, she moved back on her bed and pulled me to her. I stretched out against her body, already reaching for a kiss.
It was long and deep and passionate. When I pulled back, I wasn’t the only one panting. Kila laughed softly and pushed me on my back, one thigh resting over my hips. She petted my face with one hand.
“How do you feel, Daddy?”
“Peaceful,” I said. “I belong here. But…”
A finger against my lips stopped me. “I know. You love Mom. And Mom loves you.” She was silent a moment. “For now, just enjoy your peace.”
Kila lay her head on my chest and my eyes turned to the clock on her nightstand. One-fifteen. In seventy-five minutes, Kila had once again turned my life upside down. I put a hand behind my head and stared at her ceiling.
“You can’t stay,” Kila said. “Come to me in the morning.”
As if there was any other option.
