He could see perhaps the slightest sign of discomfort pass over her face as he began to push his dick firmly into her pussy. As he penetrated, her eyes went wide for the tiniest of split seconds, and her pelvis moved slightly into place under him, before she once again retreated into her phone, chuckling at something she was reading.
When he tried to kiss her she slapped him, saying, “That’s disgusting, hurry the fuck up or you won’t get to finish,” then with a kind of triumphant derision, she finished her sentence: “DADDY.”
He continued his fucking obediently, trying to take in the experience, to imprint on his mind the feeling of his daughter’s vagina warming the length of his cock. Without thinking, out of instinct born of his decades-past prior sexual relationships, he lowered himself and kissed her nipple. So she grabbed him by the hair, scratched his face cruelly, and said “Strike two, you silly. Fucking. Bitch.”
He grunted and moaned, “I’m sorry,” and knew he’d better not fuck this up again or he’d never be allowed to finish. She scoffed, and returned to her phone.
She only showed any further sign of awareness of what was happening when he began to ejaculate into her. She looked down at him briefly, a look of annoyance and disgust on her face, then looked up at the ceiling, rolled her eyes and just whispered “ew.”
As his ejaculation ended, he began to fall down upon her, out of breath, picturing his sperm making its way deep into his own daughter’s reluctant womb. Before his body could make further contact with hers scratched his chest and ribcage sharply, saying, “Jesus, no, get off of me you disgusting piece of shit!”
He rolled off of her, his face gaping open like a landed fish, trying to catch his breath.
He didn’t know what the rest of the story could possibly be. His head swimming with thoughts, somehow triumphant, regretful and defeated all at once, he asked “What… now…” between pants.
“God,” she said, glancing meaningfully downwards, “Obviously you clean your mess.”
After she had him clean his own cum out of her pussy with his mouth, and made him give her yet another orgasm, she collapsed on her back.
Her own breath caught back up, she said with a scowl, “You are seriously the worst, ‘dearest father.’ You were just going to what, rape your own daughter, ‘Dad?'”
Quietly, he told the truth. “Yes.”
“Yeah, fuck you. I let you do it this time basically because I was bored and curious to see if you might pull something off, but no. You could at least have made it fun. That was fucking boring Dad. It felt like nothing.”
She sat up and put her face close to his where he was sitting on her bed trying to make himself as small as possible. She pushed his body backwards towards the edge of the bed.
“Alright cocksucker, this is what will happen every time I let you make me cum,” she said. And she pushed him off her bed. He fell to the floor. “You’ll speak only when spoken to, and you’ll sleep there when I’m done.”
The floor was cold linoleum. He was naked. He had no pillow.
“From now on, you will never cum, you will never have sex with anyone much less me, without my say so. Do you understand?”
The door was open – he could just walk right out. But then what?
“I understand.”
She grinned. “Mistress daughter. That’s what you call me from now on.”
His voice quavered. “Yes mistress daughter. I understand mistress daughter.”
“I may never let you fuck me again. I may never let you fuck anyone, or cum in any way, and you will obey because if you don’t I will tell the police about how you are a fucking rapist.”
He teared up. “Yes mistress daughter.”
“Good” she said after a second. “Okay. You know how much I would like to just kick you on the floor, over and over right now. But I know you’d like it so fuck.”
Without a word, she turned around, clearly knowing full well he would not be going anywhere. Except for telling him at one point to stop his fucking crying, she proceeded to ignore him for the rest of the night. She stayed on her phone, texting her friends for a long while.
And so he slept, on the cold hard floor, below the foot of his daughter’s bed.
He slept to thoughts of what horrible things his mistress daughter might do from now on. He slept knowing the real reason he was not leaving, the reason why she could, and would, leave him at will and he could never leave her. He slept knowing there was no escape, because there was no desire for escape. He had said it many times in the past.
Everything he had, truly belonged to her.