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  Loved and Punished:

  A Taboo Erotica

  By Skye Darrel

  Loved and Punished: A Taboo Erotica is a work of fiction intended for adult audiences 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 © 2018 by Skye Darrel

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  Loved and Punished

  I can’t take it anymore! I’m sitting in the living room with my stepdad. Another lecture about wearing skirts too short, about the dangers of men, and safety. I swear, lately Daddy treats me like I’m brain-dead. I heard from my aunts that he used to be a bad boy in his twenties. Hard to believe that now. He seems like a total prude. So old-fashioned.

  Daddy crosses his arms. “I only want the best for you, Sophie. You don’t know how beautiful you are. A lot of guys can take advantage.”

  I blush and tuck a wisp of hair behind my ear. “I’m eighteen, Daddy. I can handle myself. Remember how I dumped Josh after he tried to touch me?” My last boyfriend confused prom with sex and I wasn’t having it.

  “Age is just a number,” Daddy says.

  I roll my eyes. “Keep telling yourself that.”

  Daddy flinches. Then he frowns in a way that makes my tummy squeeze. He stands up. Sexy—the word flashes in my head like so many times before when I’ve caught him alone, without his bland poker face. The muscles on his chest push out from under his shirt. His face is all angles. Rugged. Perfect. No surprise my girlfriends think he’s hot.

  “I’m not old, Princess. You’re too young.”

  “Too young for you maybe.”

  Daddy walks over. “What do you mean by that?”

  I give him a pout and look away.

  “Are you still a virgin?”

  The question shocks me, and when he tips my chin up to face his gaze, my cheeks bloom with heat.

  “Excuse me?”

  “You heard me. Are you?”

  “Y-Yes.”

  “Yes what?”

  “Yes—Daddy.”

  Daddy runs his hand through my hair. “Good girl. Now go to bed. We’ll talk more later.”

  I shuffle upstairs and take off my clothes. Thinking of Daddy’s frown, the tension in his neck as he held my chin, moisture seeps into my panties. I feel like a naughty little girl waiting for my punishment. My nipples are swollen and I fight the urge to touch myself. So wrong—how can I masturbate to Daddy?

  I’m lying wide awake when the door creaks.

  It can only be him.

  Daddy walks to my bedside and turns on the lamp. He has a towel wrapped around his waist. Nothing else on. The tight muscles at his hips pop as he bends over me. “Get up, baby girl.”

  Heat rises in my belly. I swing my legs over the bed and clutch the edge with trembling hands.

  Daddy glares up and down my bare legs. I shudder as he sweeps aside my long hair to expose my chest. He sees the outlines of my breasts under my small tee.

  “You’re a big girl now,” he says softly.

  I lower my eyes. I can’t bear his gaze.

  He lifts my chin with his index finger. The towel falls off his hips.

  I stare at his packed torso to avoid the massive thing at the lower edge of my vision.

  Letting go of my chin, he slides his hands down my tummy to the bottom of my tee. He yanks it off making me gasp. Then he squeezes my breasts.

  My eyes fall on Daddy's hard cock. The thick stalk curves up from his balls to that swollen head. It's sheathed with veins. I can feel the heat pouring off him.

  “Daddy,” I whisper.

  Growling, he rubs his cock down my shoulder, his hand mashing my breast, the other straying lower to my crotch. He squeezes me through my damp panties. “You pushed me too hard, Princess. This pussy is going to pay the price.”

  He bends lower, kneading my folds, and I buck against him and spread my thighs. He uses his hard cock to flick my nipple and slap my breast. Strands of cum leak out of his tip.

  “You like that, baby?”

  “Yes.” I meet his eyes head on. “Isn’t this wrong, Daddy?”

  “Not tonight.” He grits his teeth. “Tonight you’re going to be my little slut and take my cock.”

  “S-Slut?”

  “My slut. Lie back, Princess. I need to taste your pussy. I’m gonna show you what happens to naughty girls who tease too hard.”

  I gather my courage and say the dirtiest thing that comes to mind, the thing that’s been simmering in me for so long. “You shouldn’t touch me like that, Daddy. I’m your little girl. But if you let me play with your big cock I’ll let you do whatever you want.”

  He narrows his eyes and snarls. He knows I’m playing with him already. “Little girl, you’ll get all the cock you need. But if you don’t lie down this instant I’m going to spank that ass until you scream.” He squeezes my pussy hard. “Lie. Back. Now.”

  My heart jumps to my throat and I do as I’m told, my legs dangling off the bedside, hands clutching the sheets.

  Daddy rips my panties off and sticks his mouth on my throbbing pussy. Hot fire licks through my middle as Daddy’s tongue traces my sticky lips. He peels open my opening and drags his tongue along the inner skin all the way to my clit. He circles my bud with his tongue, flicking me, making my thighs shake.

  “Such a pretty flower,” Daddy whispers. Then he growls. “Such a tight little cunt eager for cock.”

  I feel a burst of heat as I spread my legs around him. “Put it in me, Daddy. Make me yours.”

  He kisses my throat. “You were already mine.”

  Daddy grabs my waist. He thrusts into me, tearing past my virgin barrier as his hand muffles my startled cry. My walls pulse, stretching around his thickness. He forces his cock into my clenching pussy until his sac touches my asshole, leaving me breathless, wracked by agony, squeezed by pleasure so intense my vision swims. I’m locked in a grimace, my legs clamping his hips.

  “That’s it, little girl. Take my cock.” He grunts. “Give me your pussy. I want your virgin cum all over my cock.”

  His voice. His words. Thick and feral, boiling my blood. My slick walls spasm to suck him in deeper. “Ohhhhh . . . Daddy!”

  He heaves a thrust that splits me open. Then another, and I feel every inch of Daddy’s thick cock pumping inside me.

  “I love you, baby.”

  My mouth opens in a silent cry as I hold Daddy’s sides. I roll my hips up to meet his thrusts, digging my fingers into his muscles. “I’m coming, Daddy!”

  He thrusts faster, and his cock feels even bigger, squelching in my juices as he slams in again and again.

  The pressure in my belly bursts and I scream out my orgasm, my walls strangling his cock. Daddy rides through my pleasure, pushing in and out faster and faster. I feel him tense up. Then he lets out a roar and plunges his cock deep. He holds me under him as his body jerks against mine, grunting his release.

  I gasp, convulsing around him. Daddy pulls out slowly as he kisses my forehead.

  “Mine,” he whispers.

  “You came inside me,” I moan.

  “I wanted to feel you, baby girl. I had to.” He growls. “It’ll be our secret.”

  Waves of heat rush through my body. “Yes, Daddy.”

  He holds me in his arms, spooning against my back, his jaw on my hair. His cum, our dirty secret, trickles out of me. I rub against his hard body savoring the glow of my first time. All these months he’s been lecturing about safe sex—it must’ve been an act. A way for him to suppress his desires.
r />   I really pushed him over the edge. The thought makes me smile. I’ve never felt so naughty and sexy and well-loved.

  “Daddy?”

  “Yes, Princess.”

  I feel his cock stiffening again, and I know he wants more. It must’ve been so long since Daddy’s had sex. “Can you put it back in me?”

  “You should give it some time, Sophie. I don’t want to hurt you.”

  I rub back against his cock. “I’m fine. I need you.”

  Silence. Then Daddy makes a guttural noise. He runs his hands through my hair and drags his tongue up the edge of my ear. “My little slut needs me?”

  “Yes,” I hiss.

  He rolls me around and scoots down to my waist. Lifting my leg, Daddy smacks my soaked pussy making me yelp. “What a naughty little hole.”

  “Pleeease, Daddy. Make me cum again.”

  Another slap falls on my clit jolting me with shudders. His cock juts up erect. “Whatever my princess wants. But you need to promise me something, baby girl.”

  “What?”

  “You’ll do whatever I say from now on.” He picks up a breast and kisses the swollen peak of my nipple. “Behave, and I’ll reward you every night.”

  I give a shy nod. “Okay, Daddy.”

  “Good girl.”

  He parts my folds to flick my clit with his tongue, swirling at my moist flesh. Then he rubs my nub with his thumb as his tongue slides down my slit. When I’m whining for relief, he turns me on my tummy and pulls my ass up. A sharp slap thwacks my bottom.

  “This little pussy ready?”

  “Yes,” I breathe, my face in the sheets and my bottom in the air at Daddy’s mercy.

  He slams into me in one thrust and pounds my sopping hole, pulling my hair, clutching a handful of my ass cheek. Daddy fucks me hard and dirty as I cry out for more.

  “You’re so tight,” he grunts. “So wet.”

  “Daddy I’m—I’m coming!”

  “Cum on my cock, Princess. Squeeze this little pussy for me. You feel so fucking good wrapped around Daddy. Milk Daddy’s cock. Get my cum in you.”

  His thrusts quicken and my pussy clenches as my orgasm crests. The thought of his forbidden seed coating my insides once again sends me over the edge. I buck back, and Daddy bends me under him shoving his cock deep, his balls on my clit. We cum together and I scream.

  “Good girl,” Daddy groans. He slaps my ass once. “You liked that, baby?”

  “Yes, Daddy. Oh god yes.”

  He pulls out slowly, squeezing my buttocks, and then I feel his finger touch my asshole. My eyes fly open and I gasp.

  “Soon, I’m taking this hole too. But not tonight. Rest now, baby girl. You’ve had enough.”

  “Y-Yes, Daddy.”

  He holds me in his arms, possessive, one hand on my breast and the other cupping my tender pussy until I drift off into a warm sleep.

  When I wake up, it’s morning. Daddy’s gone to work already. He left a note downstairs.

  I read it slowly, “Be a good girl. Do your chores. Study hard. After dinner, be ready in your room. Good girls don’t touch themselves. Wait for my cock. It’s all yours, baby. I want that pussy nice and wet tonight. Love, Daddy.”

  Pouting, I slide a hand under my panties. I’m sore and wet again. I touch my clit and hesitate. The past few years, ever since Daddy became so stuffy, I haven’t paid much attention to his rules, but he was a different man last night. I feel a need to obey him. A desire to submit.

  Daddy’s secret little slut.

  The next week passes in a blur. Every day I go to class and carry our secret of the night before. Daddy fucks me hard once the sun goes down.

  During the day we pretend like nothing’s changed. Me, the good daughter. Him, my handsome daddy.

  At night we indulge our desires.

  Daddy would say, “Time to kiss me good night, baby girl.” And I would peck him on the jaw and rush upstairs to my room and take my clothes off. I’d get down on all fours on my bed with my rear facing the door, ready for Daddy’s inspection. It’s never long before he stalks in. Never long before his huge cock slides into my wet pussy. It’s a delicious game. I always cum at least twice before my bedtime.

  At school, my best friend Edna asks me what’s changed. “You’re glowing, Sophie. What happened to you?”

  I brush her off. “I’m not telling. It’s a secret.”

  “Well, Josh asked about you yesterday. He said you went from a seven to a ten. He’s been texting you.”

  I roll my eyes. I’m not going to waste my time with anyone who puts a number on me. “We’re not getting back together.”

  ◆◆◆

  On Sunday morning, I wake in Daddy’s arms in his big bed. I run my hands over his abs and breathe in his scent. I feel his palm on my rear, left there during the night. His cock is rock hard in my hand.

  “Morning, Daddy.” I squeeze him and feel his shudders. “Last night was amazing.”

  He pulls away then and mutters under his breath. “I overslept.”

  As Daddy gets out of bed, I sit up and pout. He wants me. I can tell, but like always, Daddy puts on his old act during the day. Stuffy and normal again. He hides his fierce glare and shows me a concerned face.

  “Get dressed, Sophie. We have church in an hour. And we’re having guests later, remember?”

  I remember. The stuffy Mrs. and Mr. Morgan, Daddy’s very traditional friends from church. He’s dragged me to church every Sunday for the past four years. Ever since he divorced Mom.

  The Morgans are Josh’s parents. If only they knew what their dear boy tried to do on our prom night. Daddy wanted to tell them, but I begged him not to. Mr. Morgan would probably kill Josh if he ever found out.

  “Daddy, can’t we stay home today?”

  He stares at me, his cock veined and angry. He wavers for a moment. “Sophie, remember the rules. During the day, I’m your father.” He adds in a softer voice, “At night, I’m your daddy. Now get dressed, baby girl. Or—”

  “Or what? You’ll spank me?”

  He kisses me and leaves me flushed. “I only spank you at night, Princess. You know that. Now be a good girl.” His eyes flash. “Or you’ll regret it tonight.”

  Flutters hit my tummy. “Maybe I want to regret it.”

  He walks over and smashes his lips against mine. “Be a good girl, baby.” He pulls back then and kisses my head. “Besides, you don’t want to upset Mrs. Morgan. She’s still fond of you. You know she can’t go a week without seeing her future daughter-in-law.”

  “Fat chance.”

  Daddy chuckles. “Get dressed, Princess.”

  Our hour at church passes like it always does. Daddy enrapt. Me bored out of my skin. But when we get back home, I can tell Daddy’s uneasy. We’re silent as we set out plates in the dining room. The Morgans will be here soon.

  Today’s sermon was about the dangers of lust and forbidden thoughts. I sat in the pew in my white Sunday dress, knees together and hands on my thighs. I could hear Daddy breathe. Sinners. Both of us. And even as I sat there my pussy pulsed to memories of last night.

  I love him. How can that be a sin?

  “Sophie!”

  I realize Daddy’s talking.

  “Huh?”

  He points at the table. I’ve been pouring lemonade into a full glass.

  Daddy sighs. “It’s okay, baby. I’ll clean it up.”

  “Daddy—”

  “I said it’s okay.”

  Pouting, I sit down and wait until the doorbell rings. Daddy rushes out and returns with the Morgans. I blush as they tell me how pretty I look. Mrs. Morgan says I’m turning into a beautiful young lady. It’s so sad Josh and I are no longer an item. I blush and nod along. They have no idea. Daddy clears his throat.

  We sit down for brunch, and it drags on for hours. After, I follow them to the living room. More talk. Proper talk. I try to catch Daddy’s eye, and I do, but his are blank. No fire. No lust. All very proper.

  Once
or twice, I lick my lips innocently. Daddy looks away at once and shifts in his seat. I bet his cock’s hard. I have my hair done up with ribbons, my white dress around my knees. I look so pure. But Daddy knows what’s underneath.

  It’s almost six by the time our guests leave.

  The sun is setting. The sky grows dark.

  We wave the Morgans goodbye at the front door. Their car dwindles down the street. Daddy turns around and his eyes blaze.

  I bite my lip and back against the wall, hitching my skirt up.

  He clenches his jaw. “Dirty little girl.”

  “Punish me then.”

  The calm mask he’s been wearing all day breaks away. Daddy emerges. He pins me against the wall. He dips his hand under my skirt and finds the dampness through my panties.

  “Dirty. Little. Girl.”

  “Yes,” I breathe.

  “You want my cock, Princess?”

  My pussy clenches. “Yes, Daddy.”

  He points at the staircase. “Go to your room, slut. You need to be punished.”

  Daddy follows me upstairs, and I can hear his belt buckle opening. I walk into my room and turn around to see Daddy’s shirt open, the belt in his hand.

  “What are you doing?”

  “Giving you a spanking you won’t enjoy. Turn around. Bend over. Hands on the bed. Ass up.”

  My tummy squeezes.

  Daddy unzips his slacks and pulls out his hard cock. His eyes sweep over me, and I blush hotly. He steps into me and rubs his cock against my thigh.

  “Do it,” he says quietly.

  “Yes, Daddy.”

  My hands are trembling as I put them on the bed. I raise my rear and spread my feet. Daddy flips my skirt up.

  The back of my red panties ends in a thong.

  I hear him growl. I feel his hands on my exposed cheeks, rubbing my soft skin, his breath on my neck. He skims his finger down my slit. “I can’t believe you wore this to church.”

  “I didn’t think anyone would see.”

  He steps back. A shiver strokes my spine.

  I hear a whistle and feel the first lash whip across my ass. A sharp clap. Heat streaks over both my cheeks and I cry out.

  “One,” Daddy growls.