Pixie Isobella

‘I’ll want you once a week from now on — in your apartment or at a hotel. You’ll do your very best to please me at all times, girl. Is that clear?’ Kylie looked down at her plate, flushing hard. Once a week, she thought to herself, horrified. Test drive. I’m not a car! She didn’t want to admit that her stepfather James’ crude language was a huge turn-on…

Golden Pigtails results announced!

The results of the Golden Pigtails Erotica Awards have been announced and I’m pretty happy that my book, The Bimbo Wedding, came in second place for my category with 27% of the vote!! (The winning book, The Invader by Steli Simeonova, received 28% of the vote, so it was pretty close).

I’ve never participated before and I haven’t been publishing very long, so that’s pretty exciting! ❤️

Huge congratulations to Steli Simeonova and to the winners of all the categories and thank you to Alexa Sommers for hosting the awards and even bigger thank you to everyone who took the time out of your day to vote for my book ❤️❤️❤️

You can read the results here.

Kylie’s Obedience: Chapter 3

[Kylie’s Obedience contains fictional stepfather-daughter incest, breeding themes, female degradation and submission. All characters are over 18. Chapter 1 of ‘Kylie’s Obedience’ is here.]

‘Good,’ James said firmly. ‘I am looking forward to checking out those titties of yours. I’ve always felt it was a shame that marrying your mother didn’t give me automatic rights to her daughter. Your mother is exceptional but you can’t deny that you’re better endowed than she is! I’ll enjoy getting my hands on your big udders.’

He laughed heartily at the thought, while Kylie blushed, mortified at the words ‘titties’ and ‘udders’.

‘This is so wrong,’ Kylie muttered again, wondering why James’ words turned her on so much. She was scared to meet his eyes in case he saw how much she was aroused at the thought of sex with him. And what would her friends say if they knew she was fucking her stepfather?

‘Your generation is always so straitlaced,’ he chuckled, as the waiter replaced their entree plates with mains. He waited until the man had left to keep speaking. ‘I’ll fuck you bare, of course. That’s what the doctor recommended, and I’ve never really believed in rubbers anyway.’

‘But I…’ Kylie said, as she started to pick at her food. It was lamb and potatoes, and it was delicious. ‘I don’t want to get pregnant,’ she said finally, wondering why she was acquiescing to this.

‘That’s too bad,’ James chuckled. ‘Because I definitely want to put a baby in you. You’re not on birth control, are you? You know how your mother feels about it.’

Kylie did. Her mother had — to her mind — absurd anti-condom and anti-birth control views. Despite disagreeing strongly, Kylie herself had never been able to bring herself to go on birth control, knowing how angry her mother would be if she found out. She had just always been very careful with partners and protection, scared that she would accidentally get pregnant one day.

James read her silence as agreement.

‘That’s good to hear, darling,’ he said easily. ‘Now that I’m in my fifties, Doctor Alston said that regular intercourse with a younger, fertile woman was recommended for optimal prostate health.’ He chuckled. ‘That’ll take the heat off your mother as well. She’s never been the sensual sort, as you know.’

Kylie did know. Her mother had always complained about having to have sex, as if it was a chore.

‘Alston shared some studies that have shown optimal results from penetrating and ejaculating inside a pregnant woman,’ James continued, giving Kylie the chills across her skin. ‘It’s the hormones,’ he said. ‘We evolved that way, Kylie darling, you can’t deny it.’

‘My body is not your…’ she paused, feeling mortified, unclear how to finish the sentence. ‘I don’t exist so that you can ejaculate inside me, just so that you can keep healthy,’ she said finally, her face burning bright red at having to say the words.

‘Don’t you, though?’ James asked quizzically, winking at her. ‘From where I sit, you’re not using that channel for much else, are you, girl? When did you last let a boy get his end inside you?’

Kylie flushed. ‘That’s none of your business,’ she snapped.

‘We keep a pretty close eye on you, Kylie,’ James said. ‘It’s only sensible, given how much you stand to inherit from both myself and your mother. So I know exactly how many men you’ve let shaft you in the last ten years.’ He chuckled easily. ‘I think you’ll find I’m more satisfying in bed than that last pathetic guy you let touch you.’

How dare you, Kylie wanted to say, but she couldn’t bring herself to say it. She seemed to be caught in a horrifying story, where James just kept saying terrible things to her. I don’t deserve this, she thought, but when she remembered just how much money she had squandered in the last couple of years, she wasn’t so sure any more.

How bad can it be? she rationalised, flashing a glance at him. He was very attractive, after all, and she had always lusted after him. It’s only once a week.

‘I don’t really want to do this,’ Kylie said finally, bravely meeting James’ eyes. ‘But if you say I have to, then I will.’

‘I know you will,’ James said easily, making Kylie flush with humiliation. ‘And I don’t really care what you want. If you want your allowance to continue, you’ll do exactly what I tell you.’

‘It isn’t fair,’ Kylie muttered again, feeling her face hot with an unseemly blush.

James ignored her.

‘I’m going to enjoy myself very much with your body, Kylie,’ he said coolly. ‘If I do you once a week, you should fall pregnant pretty soon. I’ll keep using you until it shows, then we’ll find a quiet cottage for you to stay in where I can visit you until the birth.’

He gestured to the waiter, and ordered them both desserts, not waiting to hear what Kylie wanted.

‘But I don’t want a baby,’ Kylie said, her voice low after the waiter had brought them their desserts. She was just going around in circles, she knew she was. She knew James wasn’t going to listen to her.

I’ll look dreadful, she thought. I won’t be able to do anything. And what are my friends going to think if I just vanish for a few months?

‘Stop arguing back with me, girl,’ James said, his eyes narrowing. He let his eyes drift down her body, and she flushed. ‘You’ve got a good child-bearing figure,’ he said. ‘And you’re only 28, Kylie. I should be able to get several babies inside you, if we keep you at it.’

He chuckled, taking a spoonful of his chocolate mousse.

‘It’ll get easier after the first one. I‘ve heard that you don’t even notice it after a while, once you start popping them out.’

I will, Kylie thought, unable to believe that James was so candidly discussing her future. He can’t make me pregnant, she thought, wishing she believed it. He can’t make me have several babies.

‘What if I want to get married?’ she asked, wincing.

She didn’t want to get married, she knew she didn’t. If she was married, some crude bloke like James or her mother’s first husband would think he owned her and she wouldn’t ever have any fun anymore. And how could she spend all her money on clothes if she was married? Her husband would want her to be sensible and domestic. He would disapprove of her friends and he would want her to stop partying all the time.

I can’t give it up, she thought, terrified. She knew that partying was the only thing that made her feel alive.

‘You’ve had the last ten years to get married, Kylie,’ James chuckled as he finished off his dessert. ‘I think if you were going to, you’d have done it by now, wouldn’t now?’

‘I…’ Kylie said, and then stopped.

‘Stop complaining, girl,’ James said as he lifted his fingers to the ever-watchful waiter to ask for the bill. ‘And get ready to spread your legs for me. I can’t wait to discover what your sweet little body is like to penetrate.’

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