What does a father do when he discovers the young woman he’s been torturing in the dungeon is his long lost daughter? He unties her, then takes the fun and games home. Will the extreme BDSM rekindle the dad/daughter bond?
Miley took a breath, eager for a man to enter the private room of a much larger dungeon and give her the pain she desperately craved. Needing money to survive, she was thankful when she saw the advertisement online looking for masochists willing to let sadists exploit them. She emailed the owner, and after a short audition, accepted the job in an exclusive private club, catering to wealthy men in the BDSM lifestyle. She bit her lower lip. Where is he? I hope he knows what he’s doing and tortures me hard.
She took another breath, shivering when she saw her boss escort a man into the room. Miley studied the handsome man’s face, thinking there was something familiar about him, and deciding it didn’t matter, shook it off. She heard her boss, use her stage name. “I think you’ll enjoy Emily. She’s been working here two weeks, and while she’s only eighteen, she loves pain.”
“You’ve never steered me wrong, Sally, and you know I prefer young girls. Can’t wait to see how she takes it.”
“You won’t be disappointed. You booked four hours. Enjoy the time. And be careful. Sometimes Emily squirts when she comes.”
“My favorite kind of woman.”
After her boss closed the door, Miley eyed the man again. Where have I seen him? He kinda looks like my dad. And his voice. Nah. Can’t be. I haven’t seen him in ten years.
She watched the man eye her body a long moment, then walk towards her. He caressed her cheek, and his fingers burning her skin, she felt her heart stutter. She held her breath, softly moaning as he ran a finger over her pouty lips, just like the man of her dreams used to do when she was a child. She prayed he did it again. His mesmerizing ocean blue eyes penetrating hers, she decided she wanted him, even if it cost her the job.
He ran the finger over her lips again. “God blessed you with a breathtaking body, Emily. I hope you don’t think I’m a dirty old man, but I have a daughter your age, and I dream about her all the time. In my fantasies, her body looks just like yours.”
“You don’t see her?”
“Long story. Let’s just say I’ve only seen pictures of her in the last ten years.”
“And you have a daddy-daughter fantasy?”
“I’m afraid I do. Emily, I’ll give you $500 extra if you call me daddy during our time together.”
“You don’t have to do that. I dream about being with my dad too.”
“Tell me. Am I anything like your dad?”
“You kinda remind me of him. But it was a long time ago. Mom and dad split up when I was eight, and the vengeful bitch cut me off from him completely.”
“Small world. My story is eerily similar. Maybe we can scratch each other’s itch for incest.”
“I’d like that. No one else understands.” She felt juices seeping onto her inner thighs and took a breath. “I’m a bad girl, daddy. Please, punish me.”