Thread: All to Herself (Ethereal & Father Figure)

A defeated whimper left the girl's lips as her father's hands pinned her down with ease, never breaking his perfectly timed thrusts in the process. For a moment, she just laid there. She didn't struggle, even as his hands pinned her down in case she attempted to. She simply laid beneath him, wide eyes staring up at him, as though she was searching for any sign of the Daddy she knew within them. She kept her jaw clenched now, her lips closed as she attempted to keep in the sounds that threatened to escape her, yet even then, the noises and whimpers she produced were still audible to him. The sounds threatened to resemble moans as he thrusted into her, pressing against her sensitive little clit each time he moved. Did the pleasure outweigh the pain? No, but it was just enough...just enough to produce moans, just enough to keep her little pussy wet, just enough to give her that red-faced look that seemed to suggest that at least some part of her was enjoying this. It only seemed to get worse as he yelled down at her. Worse, better. Maybe both. The harder he pushed into her, the more pain she felt, and with more pain, came more pleasure. It didn't make sense, the conflicted girl biting down on her lip to try and contain the struggled moans that she was producing. No.. she whimpered in response to him, her words followed by a pained moan as her wide eyes stared up at him. Tears began to well in them, from a combination of the pain, and the confliction she experienced as she laid beneath him. She didn't want to want this. Well, she had, before she knew what this was going to be. She had wanted him to give her pleasure, to make her cum, yet now she felt her sense of shame grow stronger each time a shiver of pleasure pulsed through her. It didn't outdo, or even come close to canceling out the pain, and yet it was just enough. Just enough to provide her with the familiar sensation of an orgasm building inside of her. Only then did she try to fight him again. His words filled her ears once more, and as he taunted her with his words, she squirmed in his grasp. Her hands pulled against his, her body shifting beneath him. I..I want you...to st- she attempted to say, though her struggled words came to a halt as she shifted against him, her actions on proving to make things worse for her. As she struggled, she inadvertently shifted her hips to meet his thrust, the action causing him to rub into her clit harder than he had the other times. Her words were cut short by the moan that left her lips in response, an undeniable moan that could not be disguised as the others had been. She didn't understand it, how this could feel good. Despite her initial needs coming into this, she didn't want it to feel good. She didn't want to obtain pleasure from his barbaric movements against her, and yet, as her body stilled once more, that pleasure was undeniable. She couldn't fight anymore. She couldn't pretend. She couldn't hold back the moans that accompanied her pained cries. And for the first time that night, a look of true , not feigned, innocence reached her eyes. In her mind, she no longer wanted this, yet her body betrayed her as she felt that same, overwhelming sensation building inside of her. Turning her head to the side, a few loose tears falling down her pretty face, she waited. She waited either for her own orgasm, or her father's. A part of her wished his would come first, he would be finished with her before he could truly believe that she was enjoying this, though he likely knew already. And yet, some sick, twisted part of her couldn't deny that she wanted to feel it. She wanted to feel the pleasure, laced with pain, given to her by her father's fat cock.