Thread: Enough is Enough (Skye Pilot & TortoiseShell)

The strength Micah used to hold her was yet another reminder about how inescapable Desirees situation was. She was at a loss, still searching for a way to escape his firm embrace or to get him to stop. Surely he wasnt thinking straight. Frustrated, she bit on the inside of her lip, trying to hold back the tears that kept on filling her eyes. The thought that he could hurt her, that he could even consider for the faintest moment to violate her trust toward him, or, well, violate her, had never as much as brushed her mind despite his occasional lust filled gaze. Now, however, the previously inexistent thought appeared to be an eventuality. Never had she seen that look in his eyes, not even when he was drunk with his friends. Micahs boyish charm was gone, replaced by something suave, sexy and incredibly carnal. It was as though there was a completely different man sitting in front of her, devouring her with his eyes. Despite the presence of a dress, however skimpy, she felt completely exposed, forcing her to slide her hands away from his chest and to her shoulders, clearly displaying her discomfort. As a rabbit in front of a snake she was left at his mercy, completely dazzled, mesmerized by his intense gaze. When she did finally manage to look away, his lips still faintly glowing when the light hit them were a reminder of how sweet he tasted and how much she had enjoyed the kiss. It was a troubling realization, yet not one that would lead her to comply with anything he wanted to do to her. Assembling the rest of her resolve, she slid a hand to his one on her thigh, gently trying to push him away from the heat between her thighs he would have felt a few inches to the side and up. Desiree, he spoke, causing the pair of large innocent eyes to dart upward to meet his again. His soft voice provided her with the illusion that everything was fine, that it had all been a mere misunderstanding. Sadly enough it did not last long, shattered with his following words. How she had been looking at him? She felt her cheeks grow dark, quickly shaking her head like a little girl blamed for an ill committed by someone else. N-no, Daddy, she whispered frantically, suddenly feeling as though all that was happening was her fault. Perhaps if she managed to convince him he had it all wrong Assuming that it was worth a try, not realizing the imminence of his actions, she kept speaking, trying to control the tremor in her voice. I havent, I swear, I didnt mean to, she whined, her last word escaping in a breath when he leaned forward to nuzzle against her neck. For a split second she shut her eyes and instinctively tilted her head, enjoying the slightest touch. However, she quickly remembered her goal, her hand sliding to the side of his hip rather firmly in a gentle push. Dad, please dont do this, she gasped as he kissed her neck, sending jolts of electricity down her spine. His experienced lips were so different from her boyfriends ones that her pent up lust was on the verge of clouding her mind despite the fact that he was her father. When the kiss ended, the teenager had to bite on her lower lip to refrain from letting out a disappointed sigh. She watched his face for a few seconds before realizing how close he was to her and tilting her head back an inch. Her body seemed to be on edge, the slightest touch to her sensitive despite its size chest causing her to visibly shudder, a low sigh escaping her full lips. When his hand reached her cheek, she leaned against it for a moment before quickly pulling away. Nonetheless, she didnt have the strength to fully move her head away from his touch, almost dependant on it. Then came his words. Suave, hypnotizing, he seemed to know what buttons to press to make her respond. She doubted any girl her age would have said no after the sudden confession. He made her feel special, beautiful and probably most importantly desired, needed. She knew the words were true since they have lived together for almost eighteen years, and they threw her off her fighting stance to the point where she couldnt move away when he delivered her the small, sweet kiss. No, its not right, you had one glass too many, she whispered in an urging tone, her hand sliding along his chest once again, her eyes searching his for at least a hint of fatherly love, hopeful that if she found it things would somehow change. When he shifted about, making her feel like a puppet in the process, the girl was given a chance to think things over and remember what was truly happening beneath the lovely caresses and the breath taking words. Her stepfather was about to take her, and instead of having her first time with her boyfriend it would be with himShe frowned at the thought, her usual resolve returning. The only problem was her inability to fight him. It wasnt simply because he was stronger than her. In movies, girls fought, spat and hissed insults. She couldnt do any of it. Her attachment to him was far too deep, the weakness that would likely save her from the usage of excessive force on his behalf but also prevent her from avoiding what he had planned. Suddenly, her hands was shifted and placed on his shorts, causing her to glance down and study the impressive bulge in his pants. A lustful, twisted part of her wanted nothing more than to reach out and touch him, discover what his body wanted, see if she could make him writhe in pleasure. The sane part of her responded in a less welcoming way, her cheeks growing even darker, two tears sliding along her cheeks. Quickly wiping them off, she looked back up, shaking her head. No, you cant do this, please, she uttered in desperation. Dad, IIm a virgin, she murmured the words timidly as though they held an incredibly deep meaning that would lead him to stop.