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‘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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Kylie’s Obedience: Chapter 4

[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.]

Get ready to spread your legs for me. I can’t wait to discover what your sweet little body is like to penetrate.

Her stepfather James’ words revolved around in Kylie’s head as she caught a taxi with him to the hotel he had booked.

He made a business call to a colleague on the drive, leaving Kylie feeling both humiliatingly ignored and uncomfortably alone with her own thoughts.

I’m only important to him when he’s sticking his dick into me, or talking about it, she thought to herself as she watched the dark streets slide by outside. People walked back and forth in the central business district, laughing and joking with each other, enjoying their nights out.

Normally, Kylie looked down on regular people like that — with their cheap clothes and their reliance on the overcrowded bus and train system, and their cheap seats at the theatre and the opera. But now, she had a moment of extreme envy as she looked out at them. They have such easy, silly lives, she thought briefly. They don’t have a stepfather who wants to use them like an incubator.

She clenched her hands tightly in her lap, before forcing herself to unclench them. Of course, he wasn’t actually forcing her to do anything. He had set out the rules pretty clearly. She could say ‘no’, but she would also lose her allowance. If she wanted to keep her generous monthly donations, if she wanted to keep her luxury apartment, she would have to let him call the shots.

And Kylie knew her mother wouldn’t do anything to help her. Actually, she knew her mother was probably pretty glad that she herself wouldn’t need to sleep with James anymore.

She couldn’t stop herself thinking about James’ words earlier.

I’ve always felt it was a shame that marrying your mother didn’t give me automatic rights to her daughter.

Kylie had felt a physical spasm of sheer need deep inside herself when he had said those words. She remembered when she first met James, when she was 18 years old, and her mother had introduced her to him as the man she was about to marry. Kylie and her girlfriends had gawped at him, and then gossiped to themselves about how her mother had managed to score such a handsome silver fox, each girl chattering about how they would like to sleep with him.

Kylie had been a virgin then, and she had had guilty late night fantasies about him coming into her room at the family holiday house and telling her that he was going to take her virginity. In her daydreams, she had protested, for pride’s sake, but he had always gotten his way, using her roughly, carelessly.

Now I’m going to get him, she thought, feeling faint at the thought. He had never used protection in her stupid daydreams either, always telling her that it was important for a girl to feel a man’s seed inside her for her first time. I’m so messed up, she thought ruefully, as the taxi pulled up outside the hotel. No wonder I’ve landed here. This is probably all my fault for having those bad daydreams, all those years ago.

James helped her out of the taxi and up the stone steps to the hotel, where a single stylish antique lamp was mounted on the wall next to a bronze plaque.

‘I’ve been coming here for years,’ he said easily as he led her in through the double glass doors. ‘They’re quiet and discreet. They always have a room for me when I ask.’

Kylie flinched as she looked around the foyer — classy and elegant, but understated, as if to demonstrate that only the very wealthy came here. She knew you couldn’t even get a booking at this hotel unless you were part of their exclusive rewards club. She had wondered how James was going to keep it quiet that she had dined with him and then gone to a hotel room with him.

But then she saw how the staff carefully never even looked at her, while greeting her stepfather by name as an old and respected client. Clearly this place was used to being the locale for the quiet assignations of wealthy men.

None of these staff would blink an eye whoever they saw James here with. They probably didn’t even care that she was his stepdaughter. And by not looking at her, they would be able to answer any questions from journalists or suspicious wives with a clear conscience that they had never seen her.

Not that my mother would be suspicious, Kylie thought angrily to herself. I can’t believe she set me up like this.

Kylie had never really been alone with James, and it felt odd riding up in the lift with him, her eyes on the disinterested back of the lift operator. The man let them out on their floor, and James tipped him, before leading Kylie down the corridor. Her high heels sank into the luxurious carpet and she shivered as they passed along the wide corridor lit only by ornate antique lamps set in sconces.

It’s really happening, she thought. Somehow, even despite all James’ crude language over dinner, she hadn’t really believed it before now. But once she was in the hotel room with him, she knew nothing would stop James from making her do what he wanted.

‘Please don’t do this,’ she said, suddenly, her voice seeming to fall away to nothing in the luxurious corridor, the ornate walls and thick carpet muffling the sound. ‘I’m sorry you felt like I wasted money,’ she flushed at the words, knowing they were true. She had always believed that she could just spend as much as she wanted, and James’ inexhaustible coffers would be there to bail her out. ‘I’ll be better in future, I promise.’

‘No, you won’t,’ James said easily, leading Kylie inexorably forward, her hand on his arm. ‘I’ve watched you for years, my girl. You’ve never shown the slightest aptitude for moderation, and you never will.’ He smirked, reaching over to pat her hand where it sat on his forearm. ‘And you forget just how much of my funds you’ve squandered over the last ten years. How do you think you’re ever going to pay that back?’

Kylie was silent, feeling sick in her stomach, but also oddly aroused and excited. She didn’t want James to fuck her, but she also did want it. She didn’t think she wanted to get pregnant by him but she also wasn’t sure anymore. When she thought of bearing James’ child, some deep feminine need stirred inside her and made her even more aroused.

She knew protesting was pointless because she was just going to lie back and let it happen. When James smiled at her and used his superior position to override whatever she had just said, she felt so helpless, but it also triggered some previously unknown submissive sentiment in her.

I want him to hold me down and tell me what he’s going to do to me, she thought, horrified at herself. I enjoy it when he tells me that he’s going to inseminate me and that I have no choice about it.

‘That’s right, my darling,’ James smirked as they arrived at the door to the suite he had hired for the night. ‘You’re a silly little girl, but at least you’re a silly little girl with big tits. You’re going to be my whore for a long time, Kylie.’ He squeezed her hand with his. ‘So you’d better make it good for me, hadn’t you, girl? The better you are to me, the kinder I’ll be to you.’

‘Yes, James,’ Kylie said dully, flushing deep red as James opened the suite door and led her inside.

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