A Reluctant Daughter 3 - Sex Stories

A Reluctant Daughter 3

... to bits. My decision had been made and I didn’t want him to convince me otherwise. That was the only reason he had come tonight. He knew that he was the only person who could convince me to stay. He fully knew the powers he held over me and he intended to use them. “Honey, could you at least look at me?” His voice was gentle, comforting, and beautiful. I could feel it begin to eat away at my facade. He was standing behind me, so close that I felt his body heat against my back. I sat on my bed facing the wall opposite the door, my feet criss-crossed and my hands stiffly at my sides. I refused to look at him and as such he walked around, taking a seat next to me. Although I didn’t want to see his face a force compelled me to look. I turned towards him, seeing the concern hidden in his eyes. His body was tightly coiled, from stress or anger I couldn’t completely tell. Glancing down I could see that he was also hard. The sight of his erection through his shorts nearly did me in. Obviously he wanted me, but then again he hadn’t fucked my mother tonight. Maybe he was just hard because she didn’t give it to him. “Don’t do this Steph,” his voice snapped my eyes up to his. He tenderly stroked my cheek, our gaze holding. “If you’re trying to prove something it won’t work. I love you and I promise I’m not going anywhere.” It was ridiculous how well he knew me. He hadn’t even considered that with me gone we wouldn’t be together for a whole month. His main priority was helping me and ...

... seeing to it that I was not in distress. I broke our gaze. “I have to Dad. I can’t do this anymore. I can’t keep being your sex toy.” My voice broke over those last two words. As much as I wanted to call it something different, to call me his lover, his soulmate, his sweetheart, I knew I couldn’t. When everything was said and done I was his sex toy. I did what he wanted when he wanted. When it came to him I had no backbone and no resolve. I was his toy to do with as he pleased. “Baby you are everything but.” He leaned over and rested his forehead against mine. My hands reached forward and I brushed my fingers through his hair. This hurt way more than I thought it would. “Stephanie you are my life. You are my daughter, my lover, my soul, my breath. I cannot be without you. I don’t want to be without you.” With every word his voice drove deeper into my heart. “These past two weeks have been horrible, the worst of my life. I think of you every moment, every night. It’s not just my body but my mind that yearns for you. I want to hear your stories about how your day was or what you’re feeling. I want to wake up beside you. I want to be with you forever. I want to fill you with my seed and watch your belly grow round with my child.” I gasped at that last thought. It was something we never discussed but still an issue I had always felt strongly about. I wanted to bear his children. I knew I couldn’t, heck I was his child myself, but still I longed to have his seed grow within me. The ...