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“I didn’t do those things for you,” I tried to argue, but it was difficult to oppose him while I was still lying on the ground at his feet. I felt so vulnerable here. “It’s not my fault.”
He shook his head and reached down to grab hold of my arm, yanking me until I was on my knees in front of him. I was shaking from fear, not sure what he was planning to do to me. I’d never seen this side of him before.
“It’s exactly your fault,” he said firmly. His erection was right in front of my face now, but I tried to keep looking up at him, afraid of angering him further by giving all of my attention to his cock.
That would be the wrong thing to do, right?
“You’re a sinner, Sienna,” he continued, folding his arms across his chest in the way that he always did when he was expressing his disapproval. “You’re just lucky I’m the only one in this house that knows about it. Your poor, sweet mother would be horrified if she knew.”
That struck a nerve with me, and my eyes filled up with tears as I choked back a sob. I felt horrified by his words, and I knew I wouldn't forget them because he was right. If I thought the pinch, she gave me yesterday was bad, she would do worse for catching me masturbating.
“Please, Daddy, don’t tell her,” I begged. I couldn’t stand the thought of facing her severe disapproval. “Please. I’ll do anything. Just keep this a secret between us.”
“Anything?” he asked, gripping my hair again and giving me a cold smile that made my heart drop. But I nodded. “Good. Because you need to be punished for your behavior.”
I wiped my tears, swallowing hard. “Punished?”
“If you want me to keep this a secret from your mother, you’ll have to do whatever I tell you to do. Do you understand? You’re going to take your punishment like a good girl, or you’ll have to deal with my eternal disappointment. And you don’t want that, do you?”
I whiffed my head. I couldn’t stand the thought of facing such disappointment from him. I didn’t even consider that what I was doing alone in my room could end up that way. “I’ll do anything you say.”
As soon as those words were out of my mouth, he was gripping the base of his cock. Pulling me closer with his hand like a vice in my red hair. He slapped my face with it. It didn’t hurt, but the shock of the act made me gasp. My father, the most devoted preacher I’d ever met, was hitting my cheek with his erect cock. As I looked up at him through my eyelashes, he did it again, and I couldn’t hold back a moan.
A scorching arousal had just flooded my entire body, making my pussy ache with desire and my nipples peak. I knew it was so wrong, but I couldn’t help it. I’d never wanted to touch myself more.
But I was being punished for that. There was no way I could do it without getting into more trouble.
My father grabbed my jaw, squeezing until I opened my mouth. As soon as my lips were parted enough, he shoved it inside.
I was used to following his orders, and I had just agreed to do whatever he wanted, but I still brought my hands up to his thighs to push him away. It was no use. He was way too strong for that, but I could tell that my attempt enraged him because he tightened his grip on my hair until my scalp burned with pain.
I didn’t know what to do besides open my mouth further, taking what he gave me. His hold on my hair relaxed a bit, but his cock was big, going straight to the back of my throat. I gagged and tears came to my eyes again. He held my head in place, roughly fucking my throat, not caring that each time the head of his cock reached the back of my throat, I gagged as my nails dug into the flesh of his thigh legs.
The tears ran down my cheeks in endless streams, and I continued to struggle on my father’s intruding flesh, but there was a part of me–some deeply buried side that I supposed was just as much of a slut that my father claimed–that loved this. I was wetter than I’d ever been before, even though my jaw ached and I could barely breathe around his large cock.
“Daddy.” I choked out between a ragged breath. The warm stream of drool coated my chin as it dripped down my chest and onto my cross necklace.
“Dirty girl. Drooling on the symbol of christ and everything that he sacrificed for. Slut.”
His gaze sent a shiver down my spine. A sinister grin twisted his lips, amplifying the chilling effect of his penetrating stare.
I was so turned on that I could hardly stand it. I kept telling myself that it was wrong to feel this way. I shouldn’t be enjoying this, but that just seemed to get me even hotter. What was wrong with me?
“Oh, yeah, that’s it,” my father said, groaning. “If you want to be a slut, I’ll show you how to do it. It’s the right thing to do. You’ll need to know how to please your husband someday. It’s my duty as your father and a preacher.”
I wanted to tell him that wasn’t true, that I should save myself for my future husband, but who was I to argue with him? My father had always been the voice of moral authority for me. If he said it was dutiful of him to do this, I needed to obey him.
There was a voice in the back of my head that argued I was just going with this because I was indeed a slut, one that was hungry for more of his dominating treatment and to finally feel a cock inside of me as I’d been fantasizing about, even if it belonged to my father. I tried to ignore that. It was easier to go with what my father said. I’d already been doing it for most of my life.
So, I stopped thinking and lost myself in the act of sucking his cock. I even reached up to hold on to the base, where my mouth could not reach even when he shoved his erection to the back of my throat.
I pumped his cock with my hand and moved my head with the thrust of his hips, tears still streaming down my face. I was a sloppy mess, but I didn’t care. Now that I was allowing myself to stop doubting my father’s reasons for doing this, I was enjoying it. I couldn’t help myself. I liked the musky scent in my nose and the salty taste of him on my tongue. The rough treatment gave me a satisfaction that I’d been craving for so long.
“I’m coming,” he said, and only my hand at his base kept me from being completely choked as he drove his hips forward one more time and held himself there, his cock suddenly pumping his release into my mouth. I wanted to pull back, but his hands in my hair held me in place again.
“That’s it, baby girl. Take it all. Swallow my seed like the lord wants you to.”
I did as he said, swallowing every drop that he gave me, and the pleasure of that was a surprise. I was proud of myself for bringing him pleasure and doing what was expected of me. I took my punishment like the good girl that I knew he wanted me to be.
