Thread: The Line Begins To Blur ~ with Google (NSFW)

Pouring the liquor into her mouth, fear in her eyes, Vincent couldn't help but enjoy himself at that very moment. He had an intense amount of power at that moment, she had been young at the time and she likely couldn't remember how things had been. Her mother had left when she was only two years old, and their father had died when she was only five, so it was unlikely she remembered how their father had been. Oh he had doted on his young daughter and spoiled Vincent endlessly, raising his son in his own image, but his second wife and the mother of his daughter had been his personal whore. She had only been a few years older then Vincent was, having just graduated from high school when he was still in middle school and though it was twisted Vincent had lusted after her. As he developed he had grown more aware of his fathers darker nature, the way that he used and abused his own wife, fucking her frequently and roughly, and that influence had of course affected Vincent as he was growing up, given a chance he would happily track her down and break her in the way that his father had fucked her. He was going to let her go after pouring the booze down her throat, the first time their father had caught him drinking underage he had gotten Vincent stupid drunk and then forced him to suffer through the hangover that came after. Vincent of course was thinking along the same lines, she could be indignant now but then she would pass out, wake up with a massive freaking headache that Vincent would make all the worse... but she had to push her rebellion just a little bit further, the defiance in her eyes, giving him the finger and Vincent knew that he had to do a little more then just make her regret drinking. His face twisting into a snarl Vincent grabbed hold of her wrist when she flipped him off, squeezing tight and twisting just a little as be backed towards the couch. The bottle was quickly set down and Vincent pulled her over his lap, the growing erection likely easy for her to feel beneath her but she had just been ground against by someone else, this was a little less direct but significantly large. You are acting like a child Allegra. He informed her, clearly feeling a little less patient not then he had been feeling just a few moments ago, if she had just drank what he had poured into her mouth and gone off to her room to pout then Vincent would have likely just started her at that all girls school without any more trouble, but now she was giving him a hard time. It seemed that he might have to be a bit more physical with her now and if he enjoyed it then all the better. He didn't bother trying to pull her pants down, instead he just held her in place with a hand on the back of her neck, ignoring any attempts to struggle or get away from him, knowing that even if she screamed the thick walls would keep anyone from hearing. I have put a lot of hard work in to raise you right, I took you to your first day of school, stayed up late helping you with homework... and now you invite a guy over to drink my liquor and let him fondle your tits, I thought I was raising you better then that. Quickly his right hand swept through the air, audible as it cracked against her jeans, the fabric would likely shield her from the blow but never before had Vincent struck her, never before had he spanked her, even she she was a bratty young child who got sent home early for biting... but she deserved it and he was enjoying it, his hand rising and falling several times in rapid succession.