The Rules Begin

I woke up the next morning with the leather collar still locked around my neck and Daddy’s arm possessively wrapped around my waist. My body felt used in the best and most terrifying way — p***y sore, ass still tender from the plug he’d left in overnight. He was already watching me. “Morning, babygirl,” he murmured, voice deep. His hand slid between my legs, fingers brushing my swollen folds. “Still wet for Daddy even after everything I gave you last night.” Shame burned in my chest. This is wrong. He raised me alongside Mom. I shouldn’t be dripping for him. But my hips still pushed against his hand. “Yes, Daddy,” I whispered. He smiled, pleased. “Good. Time for your rules.” He sat up, completely naked, his thick c**k already hard. I couldn’t stop staring. “Rule number one,” he said, pulling me onto his lap so I straddled him. “No panties in the house. Ever. I want easy access to what belongs to me.” He reached down and pushed two thick fingers inside me, making me moan. “Rule number two: You ask permission for everything. To eat. To shower. To come. Especially to come.” He started pumping his fingers slowly, curling them against that spot that made me see stars. “Rule number three: You call me Daddy every single time you speak to me. No exceptions.” I was already panting, riding his fingers. “Yes, Daddy… please…” He pulled his fingers out suddenly. I whimpered at the loss. “Rule number four,” he continued, eyes dark. “Your body is mine to use whenever, wherever, however I want. Free use. No saying no.” He lifted me and sank me down onto his thick c**k in one smooth motion. I cried out, gripping his shoulders as he filled me completely. “f**k, Daddy!” I moaned. “That’s right,” he growled, hands gripping my ass as he thrust up into me. “You’re learning fast.” He f****d me hard on his lap, bouncing me on his c**k while whispering more rules — the plug stays in for at least four hours a day, I sleep naked, I wear whatever he chooses. The guilt hit me in waves. I’m letting my stepfather turn me into his personal s*x toy… and I’m getting wetter with every rule. But the pleasure was stronger. “Come for me,” he commanded suddenly. “Come on Daddy’s c**k like a good little toy.” I shattered, screaming his name as my orgasm crashed over me. He followed right after, filling me with hot c*m again. Afterward, he held me close, stroking my back almost tenderly. “You’re doing so well, babygirl,” he whispered. “Daddy’s proud of you.” But as I lay against his chest, full of his c*m and wearing his collar, a new fear settled in my stomach. How far was he going to push me? And how much of me was I willing to give? Daddy kissed the top of my head and smiled. “Get cleaned up. After breakfast, we’re going to test how well you follow the rules… in my home office while I take calls.” His eyes gleamed with dark excitement. “Be ready, toy. Today is just the beginning.”