Thread: Enough is Enough (Skye Pilot & TortoiseShell)

Micah could feel the warmth of the wine start to infuse more of itself into his system, allowing the pent up aspiration for his young daughter to guide almost every action. Tonight, it was all about his wants, and his needs now. Desiree??s care, well being and happiness usually had been Micah??s top priority, rarely putting himself above her. Now, his own pleasure, enjoyment and satisfaction had been switched to first place, with the young, beautiful Desiree now in a very distant second. It was finally Micah??s turn to get something that he wanted from her, instead of the other way around. Nothing at all would stop him from claiming the prize that sat next to him in the dim light upon couch. Micah did want Desiree to enjoy herself too, though her distain for him and what he was making her do was crystal clear, well before he had even taken off his short pants. Perhaps after they were past more of the introductory foreplay, with each other she would loosen up. Any way things went, nothing that Desiree could possibly do would get her out of her step-fathers unwelcomed advances. The man had gone way past their acceptable boundaries, and more was to follow, planning to drag out their late evening. After the final relapse of trust had been smashed, going back, pretending none of this had happened was not much of an option. Micah looked at Desiree??s flushed face, watching her look away when she began to sob. As her eyes closed, he watched the growing stream of tears trickle down brightened cheeks, the beads of moisture clinging low upon her delicate face, hanging off of her jaw line. The droplets stayed there, then fell down onto the top of the dress she still wore, making soft, but audible sounds as they pitter-pattered, soaking into the luxurious fabric. Instantly, the tears were absorbed, making the fine material slightly darker each time a new one fell, adding to the growing stain on the upper part of the expensive dress. When Desiree gained the courage to look up to him with tear filled eyes, Micah was not yet ready for such a question. ?Why are you so cruel to me?? she had asked within a whisper, her precious voice nearly cracking with the pain and sadness that was overwhelming her entire being. The way she said it, and the way it sounded, it was as if Micah had done nothing at all to care for Desiree over the years. Their house, her car, all of her clothes, everything he had happily provided to her. To some, it may appear from the outside that she was a princess living in a castle. Clothes and similar items were often a freebee, with the exception of some of the fancier dresses in her closet, including the one she wore out on her date. Big ticket items like those, her car, and her phone all had to be earned. Sometimes it was by keeping grades up, or by not missing curfew for a moth straight, or even by getting extra chores around the mansion and grounds. A few times during the summer, he even had her volunteer her time to work in the office, answering phones and filing papers. None of what he did was ever to spite Desiree, but to make her realize that she had to work for what she really wanted. Micah had not all received a free ride to the top, and he made sure that Desiree knew that she would not get that benefit either. Micah huffed, slightly miffed by her question. He kept quiet, not even bothering to give back a response. Hearing her beg for him to stop what was already well set in motion, he did just the opposite, continuing along. Hands and fingers loosened up his short pants while Desiree seemed to be begging for answers now. Just as she finished up her sentence, the denim had been pulled down, exposing himself fully to the young girl. The startled gasp that came from her throat was cute in a way, as was her shyness to look at his member for more than a fraction of a second. It was like she had never seen cock before, shying away, unsure of what to do, or do with it. Micah new for a fact this was not the case at all, and had imagined being on the receiving end of her talents. No longer would his imagination be needed to experience such wonderful delights. ??Because, Desiree...? Micah began to answer her last question, his hand guiding her own towards his bare lap. Holding her wrist, he could feel her body quake with fear and despair, her muscles tight, reluctant to move. ??...this is something we??ve both wanted for so long, even if you can??t admit it right now,? His voice somewhat quiet, but deep enough to reach her through the helpless sobs and tears. Even if thoughts of Micah were not always in the front of her consciousness, or even just there for a fraction of a second before they were pushed to the back of her thoughts, there will still there, hiding, waiting to be unlocked from the depths. Micah looked over to Desiree, pulling her small hand right onto his shaft, holding it in place. Instantly, he let out a moan that had been building inside of his chest. Desiree??s small hand felt wonderful against his stiffened cock. The smooth soft skin of her palm was right up against him, while her slender fingers just barely managed to encircle his pulsing shaft. Nothing could have prepared him for such a remarkably wonderful sensation. Micah shifted on the couch some after the touch, adjusting and parting his legs to give more room. Desiree??s flood of tears had smeared her make-up, adding into her already disparaged appearance. Thin muddy lines of mascara and eyeliner streaked down her bright red cheeks, cutting through the bronzer highlight she had applied earlier. The arousal he had gotten from the scared look not long before had only been amplified by all of her continuous crying. Micah had no idea why he had always been turned on by such a thing, but he was not about to question it. Desiree was quite possibly having the worst night of her life, the most terrible experience she may ever go through, but Micah on the other hand was there solely for his own enjoyment and satisfaction, at least for now. As Desiree began to move her delicate hand up and down the length of his rigid cock, Micah let out another sound of pleasure. On each upstroke, the pad of her thumb brushed against the bottom of his sensitive head, sending pulses of pleasure through his body. If this was how she was starting out, Micah new he would be in for a real treat as the evening progressed, as she further demonstrated her acquired skills on him. The charms upon the single bracelet she wore on her wrist chimed out softly through it all, more so when her speed began to increase. Micah removed his hand from atop of her own, moving it back to her thigh for a few more caresses. Desiree??s slow words abruptly punctured through a lapse in her vulnerable sobs, filled of negative emotion, enough to chill the air. Each of the girls words came out, not a doubt in the world what they were as Desiree declared her new found hatred for her once loved stepfather. Her now opened eyes were bloodshot from all of the crying, and by the look of them alone, she appeared to be a shell of her normal self. Micah looked deeply into her eyes while she spoke with such detest, able to feel that harsh energy flow from her and to him. For a moment, the thought to slap her crossed his mind, though he let it fade. Things were not at that point yet. ??I don??t think you really do... Mmm...? Micah responded, now deliberately trying to see how far he could push her. A bead of his pre-cum trickled down the underside of his head, making the swipes with her thumb even more smooth each time. The faster pace of her hand made it obvious that Desiree just wanted to get this all done and over with, to put this tragic evening behind the both of him. Micah thoroughly enjoyed the girls pumping and somewhat experienced hand, but he both wanted and needed more of her precious young body. Letting out one more moan to show off his contentment so far, the hand on her leg lifted, placing it on the back of her head firmly, gripping just under the base of the long pony tail she still kept it in. Micah??s hand stayed firm, but was not yet controlling, though it was prepared to take action at any moment. ??Mmm that??s my good girl...? Micah praised, moaning out from the pleasure of her quickened strokes. ??Once you are ready, Desiree...? he continued, another dribble of his clear pre flowing from his tip, getting massaged into his flesh. ??...I want you to use more than just your hand,? He said with a perverted little smirk as he glanced her way, giving a push to the back of heard to make his point of what he wanted next.