I turned helplessly to look at him. To look at my father. ‘But what am I supposed to do?’ I asked pettishly. ‘I gave them my real name. It’s not my fault they… It’s not my fault they matched me with you. What am I supposed to do?’ My father chuckled, an easy laugh that made me flush. ‘You’ll get your tits out and start obeying me,’ he said easily.
Ella still can’t believe she’s signed up for initiation into a BDSM free-use club. But when she steps into the car of the man who will ‘own’ her for the next 12 hours, another surprise awaits her… Chapter 1 of ‘Ella’s Initiation’ is here.
‘Ella’s Initiation’ contains consensual incest, M/f sex and degradation. All participants are over 18.
Ella’s Initiation: Chapter 2
[Femsub maledom free-use erotica with incest and degradation]
‘You’ll get your tits out and start obeying me,’ my father said easily, reaching a hand out to flick a strand of my long hair away from my face. I sucked my breath in suddenly as he stroked my cheek with gentle fingers. ‘You came here to fuck the man waiting for you in this car. No matter who it was. That’s me, honey.’
I flushed harder, looking away. My father never used words like ‘honey’ or ‘girl’, and it was making me feel odd. I liked the feeling of his hand on my cheek, way too much. I couldn’t stay here. My mind was thinking too much about how much I was enjoying obeying him. But he couldn’t mean… he couldn’t mean we should go through with it?
I flicked a glance at him, to discover that his clear, green eyes were watching me unyielding. I blushed as I looked at him, beyond his face. LIke, really at him, in a way that I’d never looked at him. He was… attractive. Hot, even. My pussy clenched at the sight of his strong, sun-browned arms, and good physique. He worked out at the gym, my father, and he did a lot of work outside as well.
I caught myself wondering what he’d be like in bed and I flushed, hotly embarrassed. Gods, I couldn’t be thinking about this.
‘Well, slut?’ he said, his voice unyielding. ‘Are you going to do what you’re told?’
‘I…’ The words died in my mouth as I met his eyes. I wanted to say ‘yes’ so badly. What in the hell was wrong with me? I couldn’t fuck my own father!
Then I yelped in fright as one of the back doors opened and a new bloke slid into the car, closing the door behind him.
‘Mind if I join you?’ he said, his voice even deeper than my father’s.
‘Nah,’ said my father. ‘Not at all. We were just getting started. You remember Ella? Bit of a welcome surprise for you. She’s our slut for the night.’
‘Oh, damn. So it is,’ said the newcomer and I flushed.
I recognised him as well. Of course I did. Robert Banks, my father’s oldest friend. Of course, they were in this together. They had probably joined the damn club together. I was still trying to get over the fact that my father was in the kinky sex club I’d been working hard at for months to join.
‘So… what happened to your date then, mate?’ my father asked, turning back to look at his old friend.
‘She bailed before the session even started,’ the man shrugged. ‘There’s always one, right? Apparently she had some kind of disagreement inside the pub. Anyway, that Andrews bloke, he texted me and told me to hang out with you.’ His eyes flickered across to me, and I blushed, feeling stupid and exposed in the front car seat. ‘You can take two of us, right, girl?’
‘It’s always better with two,’ smiled my father at me, his thumb stroking across my lips like a lover. I felt like I should pull away from his touch but I was enjoying it too much. I knew that was wrong but I couldn’t help it. ‘One to fill her mouth while the other man rides her. One to hold her down if she doesn’t like what we’re doing to her.’ He met my eyes, a challenge in his. ‘Well, slut? You getting your boobs out or what? I don’t want to fail you, Ella, but I will if you don’t obey me.’
‘You sure you want to do this, Sam?’ asked the newcomer, resting a hand on my father’s shoulder. ‘I can bang her if you want. Do the business. You know I’ll look after her.’
‘That’s not what I’m worried about,’ chuckled my father easily, his voice relaxing. ‘She’s a grown woman. She can take two of us. Damn, she’ll have to, at many club events. She might as well start now. And we’ve done it plenty of times before.’
‘Yeah, but she’s your daughter. If you like, I can take over,’ Robert said. ‘She’s a cute girl, that’s for sure. I’d be happy to bang her for you. No shame in backing out.’
‘Nah,’ said my father. I recognised his ‘my road or the high road’ voice. ‘If she stays, I’m staying. For two reasons. Firstly, I’m a founding club member and I believe in the principles of the club. I’ve done many inductions, Robert, and I’ve never backed out on one. The girls must be tested and they must pass the trials. Secondly,’ he paused, a smile on his face that I didn’t recognise.
My father’s familiar eyes drifted over my body so that I wanted to squirm uncomfortably in my seat. He had never looked at me like that before — like a man checking me out. He smiled at me and I flushed at the avaricious look in his eyes.
‘Secondly,’ he said again. ‘I’ve wanted to fuck this bitch for years,’ he said, his words shocking me, even as a flush of heat ran to my pussy at the crude words. ‘Ever since she came back from those couple of years of college overseas. I’m not passing over my chance to get my cock inside her tonight.’
I blushed hotly, red and embarrassed, feeling awkward and exposed. My body felt uncouth, inelegant inside my light clothing. I couldn’t believe my father was talking about me like this. My father. Talking about me as if I was just something he could fantasise about and then fuck.
That’s what I came here for, my brain reminded me. To sleep with a man who thought about me as just something he could fuck.
‘Yeah,’ my father’s friend said, his eyes flickering down my body, lingering on my chest. ‘I can understand that. I remember those boobs sitting across the table from me, last Christmas lunch when you had me over. I wanted to take her around the back of your house and fuck her in the bushes, right then and there.’
My father chuckled again, an avaricious, horny sound. ‘Guess what, mate,’ he said, grinning. ‘If she makes it through initiation, maybe next Christmas lunch, you’ll even get your wish. We’ll take her into my study and bang her together.’
Robert sniggered. ‘Fine then. We’ll do her together.’ He chuckled softly, looking back up to meet my eyes. ‘So, are you staying, slut?’
‘You can go. If you choose,’ said my father, his fingers trailing a strand of my long hair as he kept caressing my cheek. ‘You will fail the trial if you do. But you’re always allowed to leave.’
I swallowed, looking back and forth between both of them.
Fuck, it was wrong but these two men were everything I had wanted. Older men who would put me in my place. Men who spoke about me roughly, crudely. Men who would take charge and fuck me, men who could finally help me feel what sex was like.
‘In the eyes of the club, our family relationship doesn’t make any difference,’ said my father. ‘You’ve got a sweet, fuckable body, and I’ve got a load of cum with your name on it.’ He smirked at me, and I flushed to hear such crudity from him. It felt so taboo for him to even be thinking about this, and that was turning me on even more. My father stroked his thumb excruciatingly slowly back along my lower lip. ‘I’m going to enjoy sticking my dick into you, darling.’
‘I’ll stay,’ I whispered quickly before I could back out.
Chapter 3 of ‘Ella’s Initiation’ is here.
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