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  Taming Their Princess:

  A Taboo Erotica

  By Skye Darrel

  Taming Their Princess: A Taboo Erotica is a work of fiction intended for adult readers only. All characters therein are 18 years old or older and not related by blood. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to events, locales, or actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

  Copyright © 2019 by Skye Darrel

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  Taming Their Princess

  I knew something was wrong when my stepdad Alden wanted my dress size over the phone. Hips, chest, waist, legs. Everything. He said he’d order some new clothes and shoes. I told him I’m eighteen, and I don’t need anyone buying clothes for me, but he insisted.

  I haven’t seen him in six months, not since the divorce with Mom and I started college. They’ve never been close, and the divorce sealed what was already true. They didn’t love each other and never will. But I missed him. I missed my stepbrother too. Mom didn’t care what I thought and wanted them gone.

  When I got suspended from school last month, I had to leave my dorm. It was either move back with Mom, who spends her time overseas and treats me like a burden to manage, or move in with Alden and my stepbrother. I chose my men.

  Besides, I’ll never forget what my brother did the night before he left all those months ago. How he touched me down there. I’ve made myself cum so many times since then, thinking about that night.

  Alden is driving me home from the airport, and he doesn’t say a word as I tell him about my life. I feel awkward in the car. He still hasn’t explained what’s the deal with buying me new clothes.

  “You know, my bra size is kinda private. I really don’t need you shopping for me.”

  “I’ll explain when we get home, Caroline.”

  His voice makes me hot inside. I rub my thighs together and say nothing the rest of the drive, wondering what the handsome man beside me is thinking. Alden’s over forty but has that ageless thirty-something aura I’ve always found sexy. He looks like he walked out of a magazine.

  We pull into the garage.

  “There will be rules in my house,” he says. “The first rule is you will always address me as Daddy.”

  “Um, okay.”

  “If you behave like a spoiled princess, I will treat you like one. Mind your manners. I love you, but I see that’s not enough. You are spoiled and in need of correction.”

  I've heard this speech from adults before, but never from—Daddy. He glares like he wants to devour me.

  A blush creeps into my cheeks. “I’m only here for six months, Daddy. I’ll stay out of your way.”

  My plan is to enroll at a local private school, earn some college credits, and in six months have the school write a letter of good behavior to my university so they’ll take me back. Oh, and I plan to party a lot. A lot.

  “I’ll be keeping a close eye on you,” Daddy says. “So will Seth.”

  My face blooms hotter at the mention of my brother.

  Daddy doesn’t worry me in the least. When I was younger I always had him wrapped around my finger. There was this tension between us, a flirty tug-and-pull. I liked to tease Daddy. He wasn’t creepy about it and made me feel hot in a way I haven’t felt since.

  Using my girlish charms was going to be the nuclear option, but I can tell if I’m going to have any freedom here, I’ll need him around my finger again.

  Getting out of the car, I sway my hips and smile. “I’ll behave, Daddy. I’m a good girl.”

  Daddy walks around and stares me down. “Your campus police cited you for indecent exposure and public intoxication. I want to know, how many people have seen your tits? How many people have seen your plump little ass?” He growls in my ear. “Have you touched a cock before, little girl?”

  My smile dies as my face burns. “Excuse me? I flashed a couple of guys outside my dorm, that’s all. I never drank a drop, that was a BS charge. I wasn’t having sex in public. I’ve never had sex!”

  “You showed others what belongs to me.”

  Heat pools in my panties, and my heart stutters. “W-What do you mean?”

  Daddy takes my wrist and holds me face flat against the wall. He flips my skirt up and slaps my ass hard. I feel my cheeks jiggle, my skin stinging with warmth.

  I don’t tell him to stop. I don’t scream. The only words I blurt out are, “Daddy, someone will see.”

  My folds throb as my feet slide apart.

  The garage doors are still open.

  “No one will see,” Daddy growls.

  I moan, my damp palms slicking down the wall as more smacks whip across my rear. Daddy yanks up the back of my panties, splitting my buttocks, and I squeal as the fabric gnaws over my pussy and asshole.

  “The second rule is this. When you disobey, when you act out, when you’ve been a bad little girl—you will be punished. Do you understand, Princess?”

  “Y-Yes, Daddy.”

  “Do you know what I want from you?”

  “Yes,” I breathe.

  “What?”

  “To be a good girl.”

  Daddy rubs the hot skin of my bottom. “And?”

  “You—You want to fuck me,” I blurt out.

  “Language.” Daddy spanks me again, squeezing my breasts with his other hand. “I’m going to make you mine in every way, Princess. There will be no more disobedience. No more getting in trouble. Your mother has given up on you, but I never will. I’ll always be here for you. Daddy will guide you, protect you, and give you everything you need. From this point on, I will train you—” his finger slides up my throat to my lower lip “—and love you as a woman.”

  My knees bend together as I drown in this moment. I can’t help how I feel. “Y-Yes, Daddy.”

  “Go inside.”

  Daddy lifts my luggage, leaving me to walk empty-handed in front of him. My panties, wedged between my thighs, are soaked.

  My brother Seth meets me in the living room.

  I step back in shock and topple into Daddy’s hard chest.

  My brother’s put on muscle. He’s only nineteen but looks older with his stubble, and there’s no trace of that baby face I remember.

  “I missed you,” Seth says.

  “Let her settle down first,” Daddy says behind me. “Your sister needs some time to adjust. I started her lessons early.”

  “All right, Dad.”

  He steps aside as I walk in, my mind racing, and Daddy takes me to a big bedroom upstairs and sets down the luggage. “This is your new room, Princess.”

  “Um . . . ” The whole place looks like a little girl’s room. Pink wallpaper, pink bed covers. It’s all brand new.

  “I expect you to make your own bed and keep things tidy, Princess. The housekeeper is not a servant at your beck and call. You will behave like a lady.”

  I turn around and flash my eyes. “And what if I don’t?”

  Daddy starts to close the door, and the last thing I see is my brother’s face in the hallway before the door shuts.

  “Do you wish to leave?” Daddy asks.

  I swallow. “That’s not what I said.”

  “Do you?”

  “No,” I whisper.

  “No, what?”

  My pussy clenches at the sight of that bulge in Daddy’s pants. “No, Daddy.”

  He holds my gaze as he unbuttons his shirt, and then he’s tugging on his belt. Daddy pulls out his hard cock, thick and veined, and he steps closer. “Open your mouth.”

  Moaning, I let Daddy run his finger over my lips and teeth.

  “Lie down.”

  “What are you goi
ng to do?”

  “You know what, Princess.”

  Holding my skirt up, Daddy kneels and slides down my panties, eyes never leaving mine. He rips open my blouse and unclasps my bra. Pushing me into the bed, he wedges himself between my legs, his massive cock aimed at my entrance.

  “Are you on the pill?”

  “No,” I whimper.

  “Good.”

  I run my hands over his abs and gulp. “Daddy, I’ve never done it before.”

  It’s the only thing I can think of to say.

  “I know, Princess.” He rubs my clit slowly. “I’ll make you feel good.”

  He pushes into my tight pussy, the head of his cock stretching me open slowly and gently. Daddy’s abs tense into knobs as he breaks my virginity. Inch by inch he sinks his cock in, his palm muffling my cries as our bodies join together.

  “Such a wet little cunt,” he grits out. “You’ve been saving yourself for Daddy haven’t you? Tell me, Princess. Tell me the truth. Tell Daddy what you need.”

  I moan, unable to speak, my body roiling as Daddy pushes deeper. The thick shaft of his cock rubs over my rippling walls, touching places I’ve never felt before.

  “Are you going to be a good little girl?”

  I arch off the bed as Daddy kisses my throat. “Yes, Daddy! I’ll be good. I swear!”

  “I’m going to bottom out, baby girl. Do you understand me? I want you to take all of me.”

  I toss my head from side to side as Daddy heaves a sudden thrust that makes me see stars. He forces his whole cock into me, his balls resting on my asshole.

  “Oh god.”

  “Tell me right now if you want to cum.”

  “I-I want to cum, Daddy.”

  “I’ve always loved you,” Daddy grits out. “Always.”

  The gentle words and the rough, animal rutting of his hips send me over the edge.

  He thrusts harder, his cock squelching in my juices, and he sticks his thumb in my mouth. “Suck it, little girl. Suck it like it’s my cock.”

  I pout my lips around that thumb as my pussy clenches, doing my best to follow Daddy’s commands. My body gives in. The pleasure comes sudden and sharp, rushing through me as Daddy pumps his cock faster and faster. I feel him tense, then a blast of hot cum deep in my pussy that makes me gasp.

  Daddy seals my lips with a punishing kiss. He slides his cock out and rubs his finger along his shaft then tastes his finger. Daddy takes a deep breath.

  “Are you okay?”

  “Yes, Daddy.” I can still remember the first orgasm I’ve ever had, and since then I’ve been trying to find that high again. What Daddy just gave me was much more.

  For the first time in my life, I feel like I’m right where I belong.

  I can feel his cum deep inside me.

  We take a shower together in silence, and Daddy rubs my tender pussy under the warm water. Afterward, he goes through my luggage, inspecting every item. When I start to complain, Daddy gives me a smoldering look that silences me at once.

  He shows me my new clothes already laid out in the dresser and hanging in the walk-in closet.

  Pouting, I look over my wardrobe. Hair ribbons, frilly dresses, knee socks, Mary Janes, innocent panties and bras. Everything is in pink and white. Everything looks expensive, and somehow not so innocent. The dresses would barely reach mid-thigh. One of the panties, ruffled and girlish, is so small in the back I doubt it’d cover my cheeks.

  “I had everything made in your size, Princess. When you leave home, you may wear whatever you want, but when you come home, you will wear your princess clothes. Do you understand?”

  “Yes, Daddy.”

  “Now put on something for dinner. Your brother is eager to see you.”

  “You want me to wear this stuff in front of Seth?”

  Daddy rubs my face with the back of his hand. “You have nothing to hide in front of your brother.”

  At dinner, Seth never takes his eyes off me. I fidget in my new dress, but it’s comfortable at least. The knee socks are tight on my calves, and the ribbons in my long hair make me feel very self-conscious.

  “She looks like a Barbie doll,” Seth murmurs.

  Daddy glares. “Don’t talk that way about your sister. This is for her own good.”

  “You like it, sis?”

  “A bit.” What I like is seeing the heat in Daddy’s eyes—and my brother’s. Seth has grown up into Daddy’s mirror image.

  “What’s under that skirt?” my brother asks.

  “Show him, Princess.”

  Blushing, I stand and pick up the hem of my skirt to show my men the white cotton panties underneath.

  “Good girl,” Daddy says. “Show us the rest. Shows us that that pretty pink hole.”

  I pull my panties down and look up through my lashes.

  “You’re still wet, Princess.”

  “I-I know, Daddy.”

  “I’ll take care of you tonight. Finish your dinner.”

  Seth clenches his jaw and says nothing.

  ◆◆◆

  “Wake up, Princess.”

  I open my eyes, and it takes me a moment to realize I’m in Daddy’s house. The memories of last night flash through my head. After dinner, Daddy and I took a walk, and he told me the rest of his rules. Then he sent me straight to bed.

  He warned me not to stay up, but I disobeyed. I figured he wouldn’t take the discipline part of our new relationship seriously. It was all for play, right? I’d please my big daddy and he’d let me do what I want.

  It wasn’t for play.

  He found me on my phone and gave me a hard spanking. My bottom still feels tender. Then he laid me out on the bed and slid his cock into my mouth while he stood at my bedside, pinching my nipples, rubbing my clit. He came in my mouth and wouldn’t let me cum. That was my punishment.

  He climbed beside me and held me in his arms, his hand resting on my pussy until I fell asleep.

  “Have you learned your lesson?” Daddy asks.

  “Yes,” I whisper.

  “We’ll see. You’ll start at your new school next week. I expect you to take your studies seriously. Before then you may do what you wish, but always follow the rules.”

  “Yes, Daddy.”

  Turning me on my side, he rubs up behind me and thrusts his cock into my wet pussy. He fondles my clit as he pumps between my quivering walls. After being denied all night, my body’s tighter than a coil. Daddy pushes in and out, harder and faster, his cock squishing in my sopping hole.

  I moan for him, and the roughness of his need, the feeling of being owned by Daddy, sends me crashing over the edge. I cum before I ask for permission, another of Daddy’s rules, and clench around Daddy’s pumping cock.

  He jerks inside me, coating my walls with hot seed.

  Daddy kisses my shoulder. “Next time you will be punished if you cum without permission.”

  “Not fair,” I huff.

  Daddy slaps my butt. “Do you want a spanking?”

  “I think you want me to break your rules.”

  “Oh?”

  I roll around and face him and give him my pout. “You like to punish me, Daddy.”

  Daddy smiles faintly. “You are beautiful, Princess. Still so innocent. But no, I don’t. I want to spoil you rotten, but that is not what you need right now. You need guidance. You need tough love.”

  He slaps my breast making me squeal. “You are already spoiled. You need rules. You’ve been good so far, pleasing Daddy with your tight little pussy, but this is not about me. I’m here for you. Don’t think you can turn the tables by being sweet to my cock. I love you, and I’ll do whatever it takes to correct your behavior. Do you understand?”

  “Yes,” I stammer. “Daddy,” I add.

  “Good girl. I’m leaving for work, but your brother will be home today and show you anything you need.”

  “Yes, Daddy.”

  He holds my chin with two fingers. “Seth loves you in his way, but I told him he can’t touch yo
u unless you want him.”

  My face heats. “Okay, Daddy.”

  “Behave.”

  “I can take care of myself.” I add quickly in a smaller voice, “Daddy.”

  His eyes flicker. Amusement or anger? I don’t know. And when his hand rubs over my clit again, I stop caring.

  “He finally made you his little girl,” my brother says. Seth leans against the kitchen counter, his shirt pulled tightly over his muscles. “Do you like it, sis?”

  I twirl a lock of my hair. “I was always Daddy’s little girl, Seth.”

  “Not like this.” He pulls me against the counter and rubs down my pink dress. “You never liked wearing pink.”

  “Daddy told me to.”

  “Does he make you cum?” he sniffs my neck. “I was outside your room last night. I could hear you moaning like a little slut.”

  “I’m not a slut,” I breathe.

  Seth’s hand slides up my thigh and finds the dampness in my panties. “I did this for you, sister.”

  “Do what?”

  “Worked out. Got in shape. That’s what you like, isn’t it?”

  “You don’t know what I like.”

  “I’ll tell you what I like. This wet cunt I can smell. Nothing better than a soft piece of ass at home waiting for my cock, my baby sister on her knees ready for me.”

  I slap him and push him back. “You can’t talk to me like that.”

  Seth pulls off his shirt, and he’s right about getting in shape. Growing up, my brother was a little pudgy, and he talked about the dumbest stuff. I teased him about it. Around sixteen, he started changing. Now he’s all angles and lines, and those muscles in his hips make me clench.

  “Do you have a girlfriend?” I ask.

  “What do you care?”

  “I care.”

  “No.”

  I smile. “Boyfriend?”

  Seth grabs me and pins me against the fridge. “You feel that, sis?”

  “Yes,” I gasp. The hard shape in his pants pushing on my belly.

  “I’ve been saving my cock for you and I can’t wait any longer. Give me what I want.”

  “I’ll tell Daddy if you try anything.”

  Seth pulls back an inch, a flash of worry in his eyes.