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  Daddy’s Red Room:

  A Taboo Erotica

  By Skye Darrel

  Daddy’s Red Room: 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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  Daddy’s Red Room

  “I warned you about the Red Room,” my stepdad says. “I told you not to go in there, Heather. That was my only rule. And you disobeyed.”

  Daddy frowns at me. We’re sitting in the den of his luxury condo, and my heart skips along. I ball my hands on my knees, facing my two men. Daddy and my stepbrother, Edward. Sitting side by side, they look so much alike. Both handsome. And Daddy's built with muscle.

  “I’m sorry,” I whisper.

  The heat grows in Daddy’s eyes. “Sorry won’t cut it, Princess.”

  I bite my lip.

  Daddy turns to my brother. “What do you think we should do with your sister? We can’t let her go. Not after this. Hell, I’m thinking about running for city council next year. I can’t have our little princess mouthing off to everyone about what she saw.” Daddy grunts. “She’s grown up hasn’t she? Look at those perky tits. That little plump ass. She’s ours, son. She belongs to us and we can’t let her get away.”

  My face burns. I don’t know what to say. I feel a pinch in my lower belly that I try desperately to ignore.

  I moved in with Daddy last month after my eighteenth birthday. I used to live with Mom in San Diego out West. Separate lives, separate careers. I never felt I belonged anywhere. But I didn’t have a choice after I flunked my senior year. Mom said Daddy would set me straight. They might hate each other, they might be all but divorced, but she trusts Daddy to be strict.

  Deep down, I was glad. I’ve always had a secret crush on Daddy. And I had more than a crush on my brother Edward.

  Now they glare like they want to devour me.

  My whole body blazes with heat. I think back to what I saw in Daddy’s Red Room, and my pussy clenches.

  Daddy lunges to his feet, no longer bothering to hide the lust in his eyes. He loosens the collar of his shirt. “You’ve been a bad girl. Going where you shouldn’t. You need to be punished. Lie back in your chair. Spread your legs and pull your skirt up so I can see what’s under there.”

  My world goes to slow motion as my heart rattles. I’m wearing a white dress, to look more innocent, but I think that’s only making Daddy angrier. I reach down and tug up the hem of my skirt. Leaning back in the chair, I open my exposed thighs.

  “Bring your knees up and hold your ankles.”

  I do as I’m told, flushed and squirming, spreading wide for Daddy. I glance at Edward. My brother stares back, bent forward with his hands steepled and elbows on knees.

  Daddy’s ripping off his belt. He rolls up his sleeves and opens his shirt, revealing the hard contours of his abs. He pulls out a massive cock bulging with veins.

  I gasp.

  Daddy strokes himself, and the furious, even motion of his fisted hand is intoxicating. His throat knots like he’s fighting to hold back his cum. “I told you to stay out of the Red Room, baby girl. But you couldn’t resist, could you? Don’t look at your brother. Look at me.”

  “Yes, Daddy.” I'm on my back holding my ankles, legs apart, skirt hitched to my waist. Daddy can see the wet spot in my panties.

  He growls. “What the hell is an eighteen-year-old doing wearing little girl underwear?”

  My white panties are trimmed with pink and patterned with flower petals. I’ve had them for years. I don’t know why I wore them today. Maybe I had a feeling Daddy would see. He would see and like it. He looks disgusted, but his thick cock leaks a strand of cum that drips to the carpet. I can feel the heat that pours off him.

  “I’m your little girl,” I say, my voice tiny.

  His cock jerks up in his fist.

  Towering over me, Daddy pulls my panties to the side. He sees my smooth lips glistening and flushed. He grits his teeth. “Do you play with this little pussy?”

  “N-No.”

  “Are you a virgin?”

  I can’t speak. I nod.

  Daddy shakes his head. “Edward!”

  “Yeah, Dad.” My brother’s voice sounds so cold it startled me.

  I look his way and see him far from cold. Sweat glistens on his forehead. A flush darkens his cheeks, and his hands are tight on his knees.

  “What should we do with this wet little pussy?” Daddy asks him.

  “Make her ours. Give her everything she wants. She’s so wet I can smell her. I want to taste her, Dad.”

  “I know what you mean.”

  My brother’s throat knots. “Don’t hurt her. Get her nice and ready.”

  “I don’t need lessons from you. I know how to treat my little girl. You ready to lose your cherry, Princess? You ready to be ours? Fuck, you’re dripping wet already, tempting Daddy with that pretty pink hole.”

  My ankles start to slip out of my grip I’m trembling so hard. Daddy pulls my hands off and lets my feet down. He runs his hand through my long hair and down to my breasts. He pulls my panties off, brings it to his nose, and sucks in his breath. His cock twitches over my folds.

  “Goddamn you smell good, baby. Edward, I wager none of your girlfriends smell this good.”

  My brother’s face goes white.

  I feel a twinge of anger—girlfriends? What does that mean? It means he broke our pact. The one we made when we were young and innocent. Well, I still am. I don’t know what’s in my brother’s head anymore. He’s almost twenty. Maybe to him the pact was play. The thought makes my chest ache.

  Edward opens his mouth to speak, then stops.

  Daddy holds my chin and turns me back toward him. “Eyes on me, Princess. Your brother can wait.”

  Daddy slides the head of his cock to my opening, coating his tip in my cream. He rubs himself up and down my slit without going further, pressing on my clit.

  “You’ve been lonely here, haven’t you?” Daddy asks. “I’ve been ignoring you, and so has Edward. That ends today, little girl.”

  I whimper and ball my hands under my chin.

  He pulls down the top of my dress and molds my breasts in his rough hands. “You oughta be wearing a bra with tits like these. But I bet you knew what was going to happen today. You wanted Daddy playing with your little princess titties.” His palm chafes against my stiff nipples. “From now on, you don’t wear bras ever again. No panties either. When you’re at home, you don’t let anything get between this soft little body and your brother and me. Understand? Hell, I have half a mind to chain you up in the Red Room and make you cum over and over until you’re begging me to stop.”

  I whimper, my pussy throbbing for his cock. I don’t care anymore what he wants to do to me. I need to feel him inside. Anything to scratch the gnawing itch pulsing in my walls.

  Daddy bends over, wedging himself between my thighs. His broad chest presses flush against my breasts. “Naughty little girl.”

  “Daddy,” I whisper.

  “I love you,” he growls.

  Daddy thrusts into my tight pussy.

  I cry out, my walls clenching around his thick cock. He grunts and pushes deeper, his muscles flexing against my body. Leaning back, Daddy holds my thighs, and I follow his gaze down to the sight of his shaft buried halfway in my body. My folds cling to him. My juices seep out, dark with my virginity. Daddy’s face softens for a moment.

  “Good girl.” H
e rubs my hard clit as my channel stretches around his huge cock. “Such a tight little pussy.”

  I toss my head back and moan as Daddy pushes another inch into me. My pain fades, smothered by the hot pressure seeping through my walls, the pleasure boiling up my belly.

  “You’re lucky I didn’t take you sooner,” Daddy says. He runs his free hand over my belly and breasts. “You’re so soft, baby girl. You were made to take cock. You know it don’t you? You were made to be Daddy’s special little girl.”

  “I’m your daughter. I’m . . . oh god.”

  “I know, baby. You’ll always be my little princess. But Daddy needs you as a woman now. And you need my cock, don’t you? Tell Daddy what you want. Tell me.”

  “I want you to fuck my pussy!” My voice is a shout, and even through my moans and Daddy’s grunts, I hear the sharp gasp from my brother. I can’t bring myself to look at Edward. What he must think as he watches Daddy has his way with me. As he watches me writhing and moaning.

  “That’s a good girl,” Daddy says.

  He slams forward and forces his whole cock into me. A scream leaves my throat. I feel the scruff at the base of his cock chafing my clit, and the sensation drives me wild. I scream again, sobbing with pleasure.

  “You ready to be fucked hard and dirty, Princess? You read to take your punishment like a good girl?”

  “Yes!”

  “Are you on the pill?”

  My eyes fly open. “N-No.”

  Daddy’s thick muscles tense out in knobs. He holds my thighs again and bares his teeth, his cock deep in my pussy, his voice urgent and demanding. “You won’t need pills. Ever. Understand? You’re mine. You’re ours.”

  “Yes Daddy!”

  “I own this cunt,” Daddy growls.

  “Yes!”

  “I’m going to breed you,” he says through gritted teeth. “I’m going to fuck you every day and give you babies. Think about that when you cum. Think about my seed going up your tight cunt and stamping you forever. No man’s going to touch you ever again, Princess.”

  “Oh god, yes!”

  Daddy’s big hands slide under my ass, and he grabs my buttocks firmly. Then he gives me a sweet gentle kiss while his cock jerks between my walls.

  “Oh Daddy.”

  “I should’ve done this sooner,” Daddy growls. “I should’ve marked this needy little pussy the day you moved in. That’s fine. Because you’re never moving out.”

  He thrusts his cock deep and hard, pumping into me, jarring my vision. Jolts shoot up my spine as my channel clenches tighter and tighter, and his cock squelches as it pounds through my wet heat. Daddy lifts my hips off the chair and angles down, slamming hard. The top of his thick shaft pushes over a tender spot under my front wall, and my vision sheets white.

  I swallow my cries. I feel a hot trickle in my pussy as my heart stalls.

  His thumb skates over my clit.

  “Daddy!”

  “Cum for me,” he grits out. He sets me down again and rubs at my clit, squeezing my breast and pinching my nipple. “Cum for Daddy and show him what a good girl you are.”

  The trickle inside me explodes, and I gush on Daddy’s thick cock, strangling him. I arch off the chair and scream, no longer caring what my brother thinks. All I feel is Daddy’s cock still rubbing over my rippling walls. I spill into another orgasm as tears roll down my cheeks.

  Daddy grabs both my breasts and plunges his cock to the base. He makes a guttural noise. I feel him tense more, and I look up to see his expression pained. Is this how a man looks like when he’s about to cum?

  Daddy roars and tremors shoot up his cock. His hips jerk forward. His seed pours into me in pulsing spurts.

  I suck in a breath and rise on elbows, my walls still quivering, and the burst of hot cum seeps out of me around Daddy’s shaft. So much cum. I moan as Daddy empties his balls deep in my pussy.

  Daddy squeezes each of my breasts and kisses my nipples. His cock still inside me is too much to bear. I writhe and gasp as Daddy pulls out.

  My whole body is on fire.

  Daddy’s cock glistens with my juices. He strokes my blonde hair. “I’ll be wanting you again tonight.”

  It’s almost dark already.

  My chest rises and falls.

  “She’s had enough of you,” someone says sharply. “I want her tonight.”

  In my hot daze, I take a moment to recognize my brother’s voice. A flash of shame hits me. I’m spread out on the chair, my dress hitched up around my middle in a mess. My pussy throbs, and my breasts feel heavy.

  “You okay, Princess?” Daddy rubs my forehead, stroking his cock with his other hand. He’s hard again.

  “Yes, Daddy.”

  “Are you sore?”

  My face burns. “A bit.”

  “You were too rough on her,” Edward says.

  My big brother lifts me into his arms, and my heart swells. He holds me close. I feel his muscles flexing with power.

  Daddy strokes my chin. “Did I hurt you, Princess?”

  “No, Daddy.” I’ve never cum so hard. I thought I knew what an orgasm should feel like. I thought I knew my body, but Daddy taught me something new. He made me hurt in the most delicious way.

  And he’s still stroking his hard cock, eyeing me with hunger.

  “I want my sister tonight,” Edward says.

  “Fine,” Daddy grunts.

  Edward carries me upstairs to his loft bedroom. I’ve never been in here before. The condo is big, the size of a penthouse suite. Daddy put me in the guest room when I moved in. The guest room is right next door to the Red Room, shut with a door paneled in black leather.

  Edward sets me down on his bed and takes my dress off. “Are you really okay?”

  I nod. My pussy stirs again at the hot lust in my brother’s eyes. He can’t hide it. I know him too well. “Are you really asking me that?”

  “What do you mean?”

  I pout and bite my lip. “You want to fuck me.”

  Edward lies beside me and kisses my shoulder. His hand glides down my stomach as shivers run up my spine. He traces a circle around my belly button, and I pulse for attention, moaning as his fingers walk their way to my swollen clit.

  “You shouldn’t have gone in the Red Room. That was a secret.”

  “Do you know what’s in there?”

  “I do. The Red Room doesn’t belong to Dad. It belongs to me.”

  I suck in a breath and push his hand away. “What do you mean?” Then I remember what Daddy said about Edward’s girlfriends. I feel sick to my stomach. “Were you in there with a girl? You promised me you’d save yourself for me. We had a pact.”

  Edward chuckles, then he sees the hurt in my eyes and shuts up at once. “That was so long ago, Heather.”

  “I never forgot!”

  “Me neither.” He holds me down and his hand goes to my pussy. “Do you know how many times I jerked off in this fucking bed wishing it was your cunt wrapped around my dick? How many times I wished I could kiss you and hold you and fuck you? I didn’t want to leave you. I didn’t have a choice. And I never slept with another girl. I’ve always been waiting. I knew I’d find you again because what we have is fucking fate. And here you are.”

  My breathing quickens as Edward massages my folds. He touches me where no brother should. He soothes my soreness, and I don’t care it’s wrong. Nothing has felt more right. I reach between his pants and feel the shape of his hard cock.

  “You used the Red Room. How?”

  He looks away for a moment. “I had friends, sister. Lady friends. I was weak. I . . . played with them in the Red Room. I imagined they were you. But I never fucked them.” He sighs. “I’m fucked up, sis.”

  I tense again, but his fingers are skilled. I’m torn between the urge to push him away and enjoying the moment. I struggle, bucking against his hand probing my pussy.

  My brother pulls off his pants and puts my hand on his cock.

  I stroke him slowly and star
e into his eyes. I have to know if he’s telling the truth.

  “What’s wrong with you?” I ask.

  “I whipped those girls Daddy mentioned. In the Red Room. They weren’t my girlfriends. They were into that shit. They got off on it. That’s all I did. I never touched them like I’m touching you now. But I liked the feeling. I like having someone tied down, suffering for me. Cumming from the pain I give them. It lets me forget my own pain. Do you understand? The pain of not having you.”

  “That’s disgusting,” I whisper, tugging on his cock. My brother feels no smaller than Daddy. “That’s—”

  “Over.” He kisses my breasts. “You are here now. I hate that room. I hated every moment I spent in it. I only want you, and you’re mine, baby sister.”

  I shove him off. “No, I’m not! How can I trust you—”

  He straddles my waist and crushes my mouth with his. His hand whirls at my pussy. He mashes my breast and kisses down my throat. I moan for him, turning my head in shame at the pleasure I feel. Edward rubs my nipple between two fingers. His hard cock bends against my belly.

  “I love you, sis.”

  “Prove it.”

  “I’ll do whatever you want.”

  “Take me to the Red Room.”

  Edward flinches. “No. That place isn’t for you.”

  I turn my eyes at him. “But it is for your lady friends?”

  “You really want to see, Heather? You want to feel what it’s like in the Red Room?”

  I can tell he’s repulsed by the idea of having me in there. And excited. His cock rises higher, and his sac feels burning hot on my belly. Cum starts to leak out of his swollen tip just like Daddy’s.

  “I want to feel your cock in there,” I whisper. “I want your first time to be with me.”

  My brother grits his teeth. He gets up and takes my hand. “Fine. First, get on your knees and take care of this.” He nods at his hard cock. “I want to cum in your mouth.”

  I slip off the bed and drop to my knees. Edward wets his strokes with the cum leaking out of him already.

  I look up through my lashes and open my mouth. Sticking my tongue out, I wait for him. I don’t know what else to do.