Thread: Life Lessons (Father Figure xThatsMyFetish)

It wasn't fair that she was so sensitive, and it wasn't fair that her Father's eyes captivated her, so. It was the same, glittering look he had worn when the man had stared her down in his private room, the same dangerous gaze that she had seen while he had regarded her, and made her feel like prey caught in the stare of a predator. It was a look that froze her in place, and made it impossible for her to move, impossible for her to react. Caught under her Father's gaze, where she should have twisted away, she laid there, looking back up to the man. And when her Father's hand caught a hold of her wrist she should have cried out for him to let her go. Instead, his mouth descended upon her nipple, and her body arched up from the mattress, a choked sound that was somewhere between a cry and a moan echoing from her throat while his tongue tortured the tight little peak her nipple had become, and her Father's rough touch jerked her legs apart. It was impossible to really resist him her Father was a large, imposing man, and Sarah could not fight against his weight or his grip when she herself had grown up slim and small. He easily dwarfed her, and his sudden weight as he moved over her was a shock for how quickly it happened. The girl had never expected that her Father could move so quickly, or that his eyes could pierce her so deeply. And yet, a part of her knew that this was wrong, even as he pinned her to the bed with all the ease in the world. Any sound of protest that might have slipped from Sarah's lips was quite suddenly silenced as she felt that weight centering over her, and her Father's form coming to rest into the cradle of her body. His hand gripping her wrist, the girl instead tried to push against his shoulder and relieve some of that heavy weight, only to find her other wrist caught up and pinned against the bed. Sarah was left with her sweater hiked up above her breasts and exposed to the cold, her hands pinned against the sheets as her Father held her down. And then she felt a thick, heavy weight between her legs, running over the thin material of panties and leggings. It was hot against her flesh, even through the material of her clothes, and such a difference in temperature that it brought another breathless gasp to the girl's lips. Still, worse than the way her Father held her down with his hands, was the way he pinned her with those glittering eyes of hers. Even in the shadows, she felt that she couldn't hide the sudden flush of color to her face as he rocked his hips, and that thick, heavy length of his ran against her. Pinned in place by the man's gaze, the sudden shudder as the girl felt her own heat awakening in her body was impossible to miss. Her lips parted, her voice coming out a trembling mewl as she felt herself reacting without ever meaning to. But then, her Father had always been an overwhelming force, something that could not be stopped or reasoned with. And as the man tugged his lips away from her breast to stare at her, and whisper those dark words, the girl could not help but turn her face away from his, even as she squirmed in place in an effort to get away. Her senses were coming back as sleep fled, and she knew... Sarah knew beyond any shadow of a doubt, that no matter what other proclivities her Father might have, it was time to put an end to this. But the man held her pinned, her legs askew even as she tried to close her knees, and her struggles did nothing while she was pinned, except hike the sweater a little higher as she shook her head. Y-You need to let me go, Daddy... Sarah tried in a soft voice, half afraid that if she didn't speak up now, that she might not at all. Let me go, she said in a firmer voice, forcing it to not tremble, and be surer than she felt. I'm your daughter. You need to let me go.