Untamed Passion

LIE DOWN AND TAKE IT FOR DADDY

“A Rough Virgin Anal Domination Short”

They argue and she tries to defy him, but he spanks her awakening her kinky side. They almost have sex, but she comes to her senses and tells him how she can’t give up her virginity. So he takes her ass instead, and she’s

surprised by how much she loves it.

I shivered slightly as I made my way down the platform, feeling the gushing breeze from the train as it rushed past me. I’d just arrived at the

station in my home town, and scanned the sea of faces around me to see if I could find my stepdad. He’d agreed to pick me up, and my train was a little late, so I figured he must be here.

I felt a little bit strange, coming to see my stepdad for the first time since he had split up with my mother. They had separated when I first went away to college earlier that year, so I hadn’t really experienced any of the drama of their relationship ending, since I had been living away from home for the first time. That was a small mercy that I was actually glad of. It was clear that Mom and Dad’s marriage had been on the rocks for a couple of years, but they persevered and papered over the cracks, determined to make it work. I think it was mostly my Mom who just wouldn’t accept that the marriage wasn’t working the thought of being divorced twice in her lifetime was clearly a terrifying thing to her. But as time went on, I guess she just gradually lost the energy to keep fighting.

I wasn’t entirely sure how to act or what to say, especially because my stepdad had been the one who finally ended it. I mentally prepared myself for how I would greet him as I walked down the platform, dragging my little pink suitcase behind me. I also felt a little bit guilty, because I was visiting my stepdad before going over to visit my mom at her new

apartment. She had told me when I spoke with her on the telephone that she was fine, but I got the feeling that she might be a little bit jealous. She didn’t understand it was more important to me to try and maintain a relationship with my stepdad. He wasn’t my biological father, therefore I had visions of him just gradually slipping away and disappearing out of my life. So I decided to make an effort from the offset, and suggested that I come stay with him for a night or two, now that my first year at college was over.

From the moment, I suggested it, I felt like something had changed between my stepdad and I. It was like this whole weekend had been built up into something… different. I couldn’t quite put my finger on it, but I felt like there was a strange, almost awkward enthusiasm coming from both sides. Maybe I was just over thinking things, I did have a habit of doing that.

I shook my head as I strolled down the platform, trying to free my mind of these strange thoughts and concentrate on looking from my stepdad. Sure enough, he was stood on the far side and his face brightened up as he noticed me walking towards him. I held up my hand and waved, a broad smile spreading across my face. Now that I saw him, all the feelings of apprehension and nervous anxiety began to melt away. I really had missed him, so rushed forward and gave him a huge hug.

“Hi Daddy” I said, my face crushed against his chest as he embraced me “I’ve missed you”.

He squeezed me even more tightly in response, obviously reciprocating what I was feeling. Then we walked in a comfortable silence back to his car and he drove us back to our family home.

The evening that we spent together was just like any other. We chatted and ate dinner together, and then later on we settled down to watch a movie.Property of Nô)(velDr(a)ma.Org.

Although my stepdad was incredibly strict, and kind of uptight, I felt like now that my mum wasn’t around anymore. He was a little more relaxed. It saddened me to think that they weren’t together any more, but also maybe feel happy that he’d now somehow found some sort of peace with himself. But he was still as strict, snapping at me that moment I walked through the door for keeping my shoes on (something that I actually found funny rather than annoying) so I didn’t really feel like he’d changed too drastically.

But later in the evening I realized that my assumptions about his new attitude might have been wrong. The movie we were watching together was just about over, and all of a sudden my mobile phone started ringing. I saw that it was my boyfriend Jason who was calling me, so I snatched up the phone in excitement and rushed out of the room. It didn’t occur to me that what I had done might have been classed as rude.

When I returned to the room after what must have only been a fifteen minute conversation with Jason, my stepdad was stood in the center of the living room, with his arms crossed over his chest. He looked stern and domineering, and I had to stifle a sigh of exasperation. It looked as though some things would never change.

“Who was that?” He demanded in a clipped tone.

“Jason” I said, abruptly. I was an adult now and I wasn’t prepared to take this kind of crap from him.

“And who is Jason?” My dad retorted, his face visibly flushing. I’d never had a boyfriend while I was living at home, and any guy that I was ever interested in was generally scared off by the fact that had such a scary and stern stepfather. I never would’ve even dreamt of bringing a boy home, or indicating that even had a crush on one. I knew that he was so overprotective that he would have just gone crazy. But now that I was in college, I couldn’t see what the big deal was. I was no longer his little girl. I was a grown woman, and as far as I was concerned I could do whatever the hell I wanted!

“My boyfriend.” I said, defiantly. “Do you have a problem with that or something?”

My stepdad’s flushed face visibly paled, and his nostrils flared. I felt exasperation take over as I realized that we were about to have an argument. I couldn’t believe it. I came all this way to spend some quality time with him, and already he was deciding to pick a fight. Everything I had thought about him being and more relaxed and laid back immediately seemed irrelevant and counterfeit.

He opened his mouth to speak, but in a moment of strange confidence and unexpected defiance I held up my hand.

“Just save it okay?” I said, keeping my voice stern but also controlled. “I don’t need to listen to this. I came here with the intention that we’d spend some quality time together, and I don’t wish to spend it being lectured by you about something which, quite frankly, doesn’t concern you. I’m not a child anymore, Dad. I make my own decisions, and I’m afraid you’re going to have to respect that. I’m going upstairs for a shower, and then I’m going to bed. We’ll talk more in the morning if you really feel like it’s necessary.”

I couldn’t believe the words coming out of my mouth. I managed to keep my voice steady, but inside I have to say that I was really nervous. It was the first time I’d ever stood at my stepdad like this, and the way that I had done it meant he didn’t have a leg to stand on. I was completely reasonable in what I was saying and the way I said it. A victorious smile spread across my face as I climbed the stairs and walked into the bathroom, then began to climb out of my clothes. I seriously had to stifle a giggle as I stepped into the shower, recalling the shocked and almost horrified look on my stepdad’s face as I turned and walked away from him, without giving him the chance to even respond. If only I’d been more like this when I was living at home? Then perhaps we wouldn’t have spent so many years at each other’s throats.

I sighed a deep sigh and allowed the hot streams of water to massage my neck and back. Although I was still glowing from my mini-victory, I was ever so slightly nervous about whether or not my stepdad would be waiting for me when I got out of the shower, determined to continue the argument. He was that kind of man; always needing to be the one in control.

And, sure enough, as I emerged from the steamy room, a skimpy white towel wrapped around me and wet tendrils of hair plastered against my shoulders and chest, I found that he was waiting for me. I open my mouth to say something defiant, but then had to stop myself. There was something different about his expression. It had moved from the general annoyance and dissatisfaction that he displayed downstairs, and now looked something far more primal. He was angry. Very angry. But why?

“Would you like to explain this?” He said, holding up my mobile phone in his hand. I gasped and recoiled in horror, as I saw what was on the screen. It was a thread of messages that me and Jason had been sending to each other, and contained a lot of dirty pictures and equally filthy words. I couldn’t believe that he’d gone through my phone! What’s more, I couldn’t believe that he’d seen the pictures; the pictures that were only meant for my boyfriend. My face turned a deep shade of crimson, and I felt my stomach turn over as he fixed me with a steely gaze. At that moment, I didn’t feel like a strong independent woman anymore. I was blasted back to being a naughty child, visibly shrinking under the disappointed gaze of my stepdad.

“You shouldn’t have looked through my phone!” I squeaked, feeling ashamed but also noticing that anger was rising up inside me. It was true, he shouldn’t have been looking through my phone. He should have respected my privacy.

“And do you think this ‘Jason’ respects your privacy?” He spat, his fingers curling around the phone and squeezing as if he wanted to crush it. “Do you think he respects your privacy when he’s obviously flaunting these pictures around, showing all of his friends and God knows who else?”

“He wouldn’t do that!” I said, my voice rising in volume. “You don’t even know him. You know nothing about him!”