*All characters are fictional and 18+*
The sound of the front door slamming shut snapped me out of my attempt at watching TV. I glanced at the clock—11:47 p.m. Julia was pushing it! My 21-year-old daughter had a knack for turning our house into her personal playground whenever her mom was out of town, like she was now. She thought she could do whatever she wanted just because she was grown and had a job.
Rules? What rules? She promised to be back by ten, and I’ve been blowing up her phone for an hour with no response. My blood was boiling, I was really pissed.
“Julia, you back?” I yelled, not bothering to move from the couch.
“Yes, Daddy!” she called back.
Her voice was all chirpy, like she’s been sipping wine and giggling with her girlfriends. Fucking great.
“Get your ass in here,” I said.
“Coming, Daddy!”
A minute later, she walked into the living room. Holy shit, my jaw nearly hit the floor! A tight crop top hugged her breasts, leaving her flat stomach bare, and her skirt was so short it barely covered her ass. She looked like a slut! Her eyes sparkled under heavy makeup. Bright lipstick, smoky eyeliner… Fuck, she looked like she was auditioning for a porn shoot, not coming home from hanging out!
“Julia, what the fuck?” I said, sitting up straighter. “Why are you so late? And why the hell didn’t you answer my calls?”
She flashed me a shy smile, but her eyes had that manipulative glint.
“Oh, Daddy, don’t be mad,” she said.
Julia’s voice was sweet and syrupy. She stepped closer.
“I was just at Mary’s,” she said innocently. “We had dinner, talked for hours… You know how it is.”
“Dinner doesn’t last till midnight, and it doesn’t make your phone disappear,” I snapped, folding my arms. “You promised ten. You ignored me. That’s not how this works.”
Her pout was irresistible. But I wasn’t budging.
As things heated up between us, the air was thick with tension. Then she straddled me, that familiar twitch in my pants telling me my resolve was fading fast.
“I love you, Daddy. You wouldn’t tell Mom, would you?” That was it. She knew how to press my buttons, making my heart race and my mind spin.
And when she lowered herself with that mischievous grin, I felt myself plunge into a storm of desire and danger—both thrilling and terrifying.
To hear her soft whispers unravelled me, and her kiss ignited a fire I struggled to control. I had to admit, a part of me was spiraling into this twisted paradise she laid before me. But that same part cried out for logic, for sanity…
But her devilish charm was far too intoxicating. As we crossed boundaries I never thought possible, I was trapped within the confines of morality versus pleasure.
In that moment, I couldn’t help but surrender to the chaos of it all. Whether we were making a terrible mistake or finding a hidden thrill, I knew I wanted more. And when she bit her lip, pleading with those eyes to indulge in our deepest desires, I felt the last remnants of control slip away.
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