Daddies Taboo

by Iona Nixon

  "M-m-master! I need to cum, please! Let your filthy little slave cum, please! I'll go crazy if you don't let me cum!" She cries, as tears flow faster down her cheek and she struggles harder than ever. "MASTER, I BEG YOU, LET ME CUM!"

  "No." I respond quietly, then push the dildo in to the hilt.

  Alma screams and moans and struggles trying to push the dildos deeper, crying harder, but I just walk over to a cabinet, and pull out a ball gag from one of the drawers. I gag Alma, muffling her screams and shouts, and then turn the Zeus back on. I tap the Zeus to her belly button, and she twitches away screaming through the gag. I tap her clit with the Zeus on maximum a few times, trying to push Alma over the edge, but somehow, it fails to push her past her limits. Tiring, I put the Zeus away, turn on the dildo's vibration onto high, grab their controllers, then leave the room, turning off the light and shutting the door.

  I go to my study, and turn on the computer, then connect to the cameras in the dungeon. Through the HD night vision image, I see Alma twitching and squirming and crying. I turn on the sound, and the sound of Alma crying and moaning fill the room. I snap the image to the left half of my screen and work on a budget account for work while keeping an eye on her. I quickly get bored with the tedious work, and start fiddling with the dials on the controllers for the vibrating dildos. I watch as every turn of the dial makes Alma jump away, and then moan louder, and louder.

  After about 30 minutes, Alma is hanging limply from her chains, and is crying softly, and humping the air softly, all her energy gone. I stand up from my desk and go to the basement, and watch Alma for a few minutes in person. Finally, I turn off the vibration, and untie her from the bed, and remove all the toys and tools. Finally, I take off the soaked blindfold and the gag. Weakly, Alma looks at me, with her eyes clouded and unfocused. I carry her up to her bed, and she falls asleep in my arms on the way.

  The End.

  Mornin' Sunshine

  I opened my eyes and looked over at the clock. 9 AM. I stretched, tangled in the sheets and grabbed my phone off the bedside table. Two messages and a missed call, all from Hannah. Apparently I ignored her all night and she was pissed. I replied with some lie about going to bed early and my phone being on silent. I closed my eyes and thought about just going back to sleep. Then I heard noises coming from the kitchen and smiled. He must be making breakfast. I slowly tore myself away from the big cozy bed and slipped on one of his big t-shirts. I looked for my panties but they were nowhere to be found, so I settled for a pair of his boxers instead. I didn't mind, I love wearing his clothes.

  I walked into the kitchen but stopped when I saw him. Ben had his back to me, in nothing but pajama bottoms. A stack of pancakes was forming on a plate on the counter next to him. I tried not to laugh as he bobbed his head to whatever song he was humming. I slowly made my way towards him, not making a sound. Just as I reached out to grab him, he turned his head and grinned. "Mornin' sunshine."

  I sighed as I wrapped my arms around him. " I was trying to scare you."

  He laughed, " Like that ever works on me."

  I buried my face in his back, softly kissed his warm skin and let go, walking to the refrigerator. I opened it and found an unopened gallon of apple juice. I looked over at Ben. "There's apple juice in here."

  "I'm aware."

  "But I thought you said you don't like apple juice..."

  "I don't. But last time you were over you wanted it, so I picked some up the other day."

  I didn't respond, just found a glass and poured myself some juice. I know it sounds silly, but I couldn't help but grin inside. I took a big drink and walked back over to him, standing on my toes to kiss his cheek and whisper in his ear, "Thanks baby."

  He softly pressed his lips to mine and whispered back "You're welcome."

  I smiled and slid onto the counter. He was carefully flipping the pancakes, making sure they were the perfect golden brown. I could watch Ben cook all day. Well really I could watch him do anything all day. At 6'3 he is absolutely gorgeous. And he sure as hell knows it. He isn't super ripped or anything, but that's never appealed to me anyway. He's by no means fat, but the perfect amount of cuddly and I could stay wrapped up in his warm strong arms all day if he'd let me. Before me he was always clean-shaven, but now keeps a slight beard because of my love for facial hair. He has the deepest blue eyes and keeps his slightly greying brown hair in a buzz cut, practically shaved. I was never very fond of the style but he pulls it off well.

  It was that greying hair that made things a little complicated with us. Most parents don't approve of their 19 year old daughter dating her best friend's 34 year old uncle. Which is why I had to lie about my whereabouts on the weekends I came home from college. It was easier when he just came to me, but he couldn't always get away. I know it should've been the other way around, but what I hated more than lying to my parents was lying to my best friend. I'd always been able to tell Hannah everything, but I knew being involved with her uncle wouldn't go over well.

  I put the thought away and tore off a bite of pancake. Ben playfully slapped my hand with his spatula. I giggled and tore off a bigger piece, popping it in my mouth.

  "You better stop," he warned.

  "Or what?"

  He looked at me. "Or I'm gonna have to punish you."

  I tore off another piece and raised my eyebrows, smiling. He just shook his head and laughed, moving the stack away from me. I watched as he put the last pancake on the plate and turned off the stove. I reached out for him and he stood in front of me, my legs wrapped around his waist. He tucked a brown curl behind my ear and studied my face, his fingers sliding up and down my back.

  "What?" I asked.

  He smiled and kissed me. "Nothing. You're just so damn beautiful."

  I rolled my eyes and pulled him closer. "Yea, yea."

  Ben pulled back a little and looked straight at me. "I'm serious Tilly. I don't know why you won't believe me, but you're the most amazing thing I've ever seen."

  I didn't say anything, just wrapped my arms around him and tucked my head against his chest. Unlike Ben, I've had a few too many moments of doubt when it comes to my appearances. I've never been one of those little twigs and it's always made me self-conscious. I'm pretty enough when I put forth an effort, but I don't see all this natural beauty he seems to. I'll admit, I have a great pair of breasts and nice long legs, but that was about all I could see. Ben can go on all he wanted about how "beautiful" and "sexy" I am and how much he loves my curves, but I never completely believe it. But that's not to say I don't love being naked with him.....

  He lifted my face to his for a kiss, soft and long. "You ready for the best pancakes in the world?"

  "Oh, we're going to IHOP?" I teased.

  "You're hilarious," he said as he pinched my sides. I pulled him hard against me, wrapping my legs tighter around him. Nibbling his ear, I whispered, "I actually had something else in mind..."

  "Oh?"

  "Mhmmm," I kissed down his neck. "I was thinking we could get back in bed and play for a while. You can tease me all you want..."

  As I bit into his neck, he let out a soft moan, the most delicious sound in the world. "...I won't complain, I promise"

  He slid his hand up the back of my shirt, his fingers barely touching my skin.

  "But I love to hear you whine and beg baby," he whispered in my ear.

  I bit my lip.

  "Then I'll beg and plead the whole time."

  "Hmmmm," he softly kissed and nibbled down my neck, making goose bumps pop up all over my skin. "I think I'll just tease you by making you eat breakfast with me first." He kissed me hard, pulling on my bottom lip then pulled me down from the counter. "Come on"

  I groaned, pouting. He just laughed and grabbed two plates.

  We ate in his big chair, me curled up on his lap. They really were the best pancakes in the world. When we finished I brought our plates to the sink then got back in Ben's lap, cuddling up against him. He wrapped him arms tight around me,
and just as I was dozing off I felt his lips against my temple, then my cheek. I opened my eyes and smiled up at him. I untangled myself from his arms so I could sit up. I kissed him, soft at first, but then harder, my hand around the back of his neck. He pulled me in closer, turning me so that I was straddling his lap then holding my face in his hands and kissing me hard and deep, his tongue dancing against mine. When he bit down on my bottom lip I let out a little moan that made him grip me even tighter. I couldn't help but grind down against him. His big hands held on to my hips, rocking me harder and faster against him while my arms were wrapped around his neck, my nails digging into his skin.

  Ben stopped kissing me, pulling away a little and looking at me. "You wanna play?" he whispered. I looked down for a second, then back up him, biting my lip. As soon as I nodded I could feel him get even harder underneath me. He smiled and softly kissed me.

  "Get undressed."

  I slowly got up from his lap and stood in front of him. Looking at the floor I pulled the boxers down, letting them fall to the floor around my feet.

  "Look at me pet."

  I reluctantly lifted my eyes to him as I pushed the boxers away with my foot. I waited for a moment, just looking at him. I knew what he was trying to tell me with those beautiful blue eyes.

  It's ok. It's just me. You're safe.

  Once I felt a little calmer I slowly pulled off the shirt, dropping it on the floor with the boxers. I reflexively crossed my arms around myself, but Ben shook his head and I sighed, letting them drop back to my sides. He just sat there looking at me, and I could see how hard he was. I wanted so bad to go to him, but I knew I couldn't until I was told to. I shifted on my feet impatiently. He smiled at me.

  "Should I take full advantage of my sweet little girl again?"

  I looked down, blushing, and then back up quickly, remembering what I was told. I slightly nodded.

  "Was that a yes?"

  "Yes sir." I knew he could barely hear me.

  "Speak up."

  "Yes sir," a little louder.

  "Good girl." He motioned for me to come to him. I moved next to him, still standing. He patted his leg and I sat down, my back straight and my hands in my lap. His fingertips moved up and down my spine, slowly, barely making contact with my skin. I felt the goose bumps again.

  "Tell me what you are Tilly."

  I swallowed and opened my mouth, hesitating.

  "I'm your bad little girl," I whispered.

  "Say it again. Louder."

  I inhaled then exhaled, closing my eyes.

  "I'm your bad little girl."

  Ben took a handful of my hair, pulling my head back. His fingers made a straight line down my throat, my chest, and my stomach. He cupped his hand around my shaved mound. I blushed again, knowing he could feel how wet I already was.

  "Someone's excited," he teased.

  I wanted to point out his hard on but instead stayed silent. He gave me a little push, and I stood up.

  "Go make the bed and lay down on it."

  I walked towards the bedroom.

  "Oh, and Tilly?" I turned and waited. He wasn't looking at me.

  "Yes sir?"

  He turned his head. "Don't even think about touching yourself."

  I looked away. "Yes sir."

  I went into the bedroom and quickly made the bed. I lay on my back, my hands crossed over my stomach. I was aching to touch myself, but I didn't want to disobey. But then again, I hadn't been punished in a while. I'd never tell him this, but I sometimes disobey on purpose, just because I crave his punishments. I thought about it for a while, inching my hand down lower then pulling it up when I decided against it. Then I would do it all over again. It felt like he was never going to get in there so finally I decided I was going to get some pleasure now, and then even more when I got in trouble. I closed my eyes and opened my legs, moving my fingers down between them, feeling how wet I was. I teased myself for a moment, just moving my fingers up and down. Then I slowly moved two fingers in a circle against my clit. I bit my lip to suppress my moan. As I was sliding a finger inside myself, I heard Ben clear his throat. My eyes shot open and I jerked my hand away from my pussy. I sat up and just stared at him, waiting to see how mad he was. He didn't say a word.

  "I-I'm sorry," I managed to choke out.

  He didn't respond. I always forget how scary disobeying is when I'm talking myself into it. I'm not actually scared of Ben, and I know he would never hurt me beyond what I asked for, but I hate seeing him angry and really hate seeing him disappointed.

  I looked down, so embarrassed that I hadn't been able to control myself. He watched me.

  "What am I gonna do with you?"

  I looked up. He wasn't really angry anymore. He wanted to punish me just as bad as I wanted punishing.

  As I watched him grab his belt, I felt a knot form in my stomach. I always get nervous before a spanking. But I get excited too.

  "Get on your stomach."

  I rolled over onto my stomach and lifted my hips as Ben put a pillow under me. I gripped the sheets, my cheek pressed against the bed. I felt so dirty exposed like that, and I loved it. I couldn't help but shift my hips, causing me to wiggle around. I felt his hand on my back. I stopped moving.

  "Are you ready?"

  "Yes sir."

  The first lick was hard, but it could have been harder. I squeezed my eyes shut, reminding myself to breathe. But I didn't get the chance before the next one came. It was even harder. I heard myself whimper. I knew my soaking wet pussy was getting even wetter. His spankings drove me completely insane. After eight more strikes, each one harder than the last, I heard him put down his belt and move next to me. I was breathing hard. Ben pushed my hair from my face and softly kissed my temple.

  "Are you gonna behave now?" he whispered. I nodded, my eyes still shut tight. I felt his hand move in between my legs, spreading them father apart. I moved against his hand, trying to make more of him touch more of me. He took his hand away and I groaned. But then I felt his tongue against me and I groaned even louder, pushing back harder. Then it was gone and he was pulling the pillow out from under me. I rolled over onto my back, looking up at him.

  "Fuck the teasing, I have to have you now."

  I grinned as he stripped off his pants and climbed on top of me. I spread my legs for him and he slowly pushed into me. I closed my eyes and moaned, spreading my legs wider for him, wanting all of him. He pushed in, then out, harder and deeper every time. I wrapped my arms around him, pressing my lips hard against his. He kissed back even harder, moving into me faster, moaning against my lips. I bit his shoulder, making him moan even louder. Suddenly he pulled out of me.

  "Turn over."

  I turned over, on my hands and knees, then letting my arms slide under a pillow as I buried my face in it. I felt him lift my hips higher, then rub the head of his rock hard cock against my swollen slit.

  "Pleeeease," I begged.

  "Please what?"

  "Please baby. Please fuck me."

  I heard him grunt as he pushed hard into me. I cried out, pushing back against him. His fingers dug into my hips as he pounded into me, slapping my red ass between thrusts. He reached around and rubbed my throbbing clit, which just about pushed me over the edge. I begged to cum.

  "No, not yet."

  I whined and whimpered and focused all my energy on holding it in. It was too much.

  "Please baby, p-please just let me cum. I-I can't hold it anymore please ohhh fuck, please just let me cum. I have to baby please"

  He just slapped me on the ass and growled, "No not fucking yet"

  I knew he had to be close. I just had to hold on a little longer. He started hammering into me even faster. When he reached around to rub my clit again I knew what was about to happen. I felt him tense up and heard him cry out. Between moans he choked out, "Cum now"

  I came hard. I didn't think it would ever end. When it finally did I collapsed on the bed, shaking. Ben slowly pulled out of me and somehow go
t me under the covers. He curled himself around me, burying his face in my hair. We stayed like that until my breathing went back to normal. Then I rolled over to face him and he wrapped his arms tight around me, our legs tangled together. I just looked at him.

  "What?"

  I smiled and kissed him. "Nothing. You're just so damn beautiful."

  He laughed and pulled me even closer, kissing me again, soft little pecks. We settled against each other and I started to drift off again.

  "You know this is my favorite place in the world? Right here with you?" he whispered in my ear. I smiled.

  "Mhmm. It's mine too."

  He kissed me one more time before we fell asleep against each other.

  The End.

  Coming to Live

  My wife had been gone six months when my sister Karen called, "What's going on big brother? Moping?"

  She meant it to be funny but it still stung. My wife Lori had walked out one day while I was at work. She left her ring on top of a note that read "I'm leaving. I've met someone through my game who gets me."

  Lori had started playing World of Warcraft and that's when our two year marriage fell apart. She wasn't working while we tried to start a family but she was quickly doing nothing else either but playing her game. Sadly my sister's words didn't sting because they were true but because I felt guilty for not moping. Lori's leaving was a relief.