Thread: Enough is Enough (Skye Pilot & TortoiseShell)

While Micah felt the warmth of the wine spread through his blood system, seemingly having no control over his actions or so the young girl chose to believe Desiree was inwardly cursing herself for not having drank more. If only she did what every other teenager did and drank to the point of oblivion, none of that would have happened. She would have passed out on the couch or in her room, and he would surely carry her back and ground her the next day for getting drunk and for getting tattooed without as much as hinting at her intention to do so, much less asking for permission. Instead, she was struggling to enjoy his advances or at least make them seem a little less leech like and failing miserably. His complete and utter disrespect for her well-being was incredibly unappealing, since unlike her step-father the teenager didnt view things in terms of a balance. There was no list of the good and bad things he has done to or for her in the past that would simply even out the present. Perhaps the worst part of it was the fact that not only he seemed to think she wanted him and simply refused to acknowledge it which appeared to be little more than an excuse to keep his conscience a clean slate, he was getting off from watching the tears drip onto the fabric of her dress. Her sobs werent long lived crying was useless since even a daughters tears didnt seem to be enough to get the man in front of her to stop. She then chose a new tactic, simply pretending that he wasnt Micah. In her mind, he was nothing more than a stranger, an intruder who just looked a lot like her step-father. A doppelganger or an evil twin of some kind who would disappear once the morning light filled the house and the entire night would be little more than an awful, frightening dream. A dream she would make sure to forget and never have in the future. His huffing following her question surprised her since she never as much as considered implying that he didnt care about her over the years. She was referring to nothing but the present, one no material thing could ever compensate for. The girl was well aware of the fact that she was living far better than most and that God gifted her with the best father one could hope for excluding that awful night, of course. Every day she was grateful to him although she didnt openly voice it most of the time. The fact that he expected good grades from her, or that he made her work was a given in her eyes. Her mother, according to the stories she heard, was a driven woman who started out just about nowhere and reached incredible heights. Being granted far more than that at the start line, Desiree only intended to make sure that Micah would never have to work once she started to. Make sure that he would finally be able to find a good woman who would keep him happy and relaxed, that he would be able to do whatever it was he wanted to golf, play tennis, go on a trip around the world, she would have done anything for him. Even that evening, she wouldnt have protested so much had he taken the time to press the right buttons. For some reason, she often felt guilty for ruining his life somehow, and had he made a point of pointing it out for him, telling her that he was lonely and sad the young girl would have complied with just about anything he asked from her. She tried to push the thoughts aside since they kept on bringing the hurt tears to her eyes, making them sting after a while. Thinking that he didnt care about her to the point of crossing the line on his own, without her consent, and that he wouldnt even bother trying to seduce her before simply forcing himself upon the girl shattered her heart over and over again. Bringing one hand up, she wiped some of the tears away, her gaze falling back onto him to discover that he pulled off his shorts and fully exposed himself. She wasnt shy because she has never seen a cock before, but rather because it was his. It felt wrong and dirty to as much as steal a glance at the impressive muscle. A part of her wanted to look, subconsciously enjoying the fact that her mere presence could make him so hard. Its something you wanted, she replied quietly, shaking her head. Her sobs quickly subsided, although she still had a hard time breathing properly, her voice shaky and changing in volume with every syllable. If youre going to be selfish enough to force me into things, at least face things the way they really are, she stated hoarsely, her generally open and happy expression growing strangely dark and lifeless. At that point, she simply fell silent, staring at the hand on his shaft in silence while it moved up and down, the soft sounds of her bracelet breaking the silence. They were like chimes in a desert, foreshadowing something awful. A shiver ran through her spine at that thought, the girl quick to dismiss it. Surely he wouldnt kill her and bury her in the backyard, she just watched too many movies. Although she was struggling to please him, the girl was surprised to hear her step-father moan out softly. It was an extremely odd sound, yet it made something inside of her throb, warmth spreading through her lower body. She tried to stop it, concentrating on unpleasant things, yet it persisted while the chimes grew louder. To him, she was little more than what a prostitute was to a client a pile of meat and bones that was only there for one purpose his pleasure. It was wrong for her to even consider being aroused by that. She noticed him glance at her face, realizing that all the makeup on her eyes was gone, floating about the rest of her face. Thankfully she wore the type that was easy to move away. Lifting a hand, she wiped off the dirty lines, cleaning up her pretty face as best as she could. It didnt take her long to notice that he seemed to be getting off on watching her cry, the vulnerability and pain of her being doing little to reduce the proud erection in her hand. It had quite the opposite effect, actually, the transparent liquid taking her aback and causing her cheeks to darken. She exhaled softly, steadily calming down, her breathing returning to normal until his hand slid up her thigh to caress the sensitive skin. It caused her to let out a low gasp, one that almost sounded like a faint moan. Nonetheless, it wasnt the pleasure that evoked it, it was the fear. She was still worried about him finding out about the tattoos since something told her that he was unpredictable enough to actually hurt her, and the thought of his fingers coming anywhere within inches of her hot, wet womanhood was repulsing. Her fingers accelerated even further as he looked into her eyes, the anger and disgust fuelling her movements. When he answered so carelessly, making a point to add a sound to the taunt, Desiree had to bite down on her lower lip to avoid launching into another wave of tears. How could he be so cold? The saddest part of the statement was that he was right, she didnt hate him, but she hoped it would have affected him that she possibly could. Youre right dad, she nodded hoarsely, her expression growing completely apathetic, a ghost of the lively girl. She realized that nothing would save her that night, and she couldnt do anything other than dealing with the fate bestowed upon her. Making him angry would only cause her pain, and she didnt want her first time to be rough and end up with more than the amount of blood that was supposed to be there. But I wished I did, she added, simply staring at his face while her hand did its thing. Suddenly, however, his hand lifted to the back of her head, firm enough to tell her that she really didnt have a say. It didnt matter, she thought. At least that way she wouldnt have to see how heartless her step-father was. Once you are ready, he said yet he pushed her on the back of the head which she interpreted as pressure to get her to do what he said. She silently complied and shifted slowly, not sure whether he would let her go or not. For the time being, she rested one hand on his thigh for pressure, the sharp nails lightly digging into his skin. Her other hand remained on him, slowly moving while she positioned herself kneeling on the couch beside him, she lifted her rear and leaned down like a kitten. She eyed his cock with the beads of pre-cum dripping from it for a second before letting her tongue slide past her lips, carefully picking up the liquid and smearing it along the red, sensitive tip. It was odd to have her step-fathers manhood anywhere close to her mouth, but she was dealing with it as well as she could. Slowly, her lips parted further to engulf the head, her tongue rubbing up against it firmly, caressing every sensitive spot to tease him. Her hand meanwhile kept on caressing the rest of him, moving at a steady speed.