Pixie Isobella

‘That’s right, my darling,’ James smirked as they arrived at the door to the hotel suite. ‘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.’

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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.]

‘You’re going to be my whore for a long time, Kylie,’ her stepfather said. ‘So you’d better make it good for me, hadn’t you, girl?’

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

Kylie’s first thought was that it was simply a lovely room. It wasn’t huge — this was an old building and she guessed that most of the rooms were small — but it was delightful. It was lit with a soft gold light from lamps dotted around the room, the brocade curtains drawn against the chill of winter, an artificial fire burning in the old open fireplace.

It was, Kylie thought, the perfect rendezvous for lovers — sensual and comfortable.

She flushed at the sight of the ornate king bed that dominated the room, reminding her all over again why she was here. I’m going to be in that bed, with James, naked, she thought, horrified at herself all over again. This is so wrong.

Next to her, James made a small satisfied grunt, clearly pleased with the room. His hand felt hot on her lower back where he had led her into the room, his body felt too large and too close next to her.

I’m going to know what his skin feels like touching mine, Kylie thought, her thoughts running around and around helplessly inside her head. I’m going to learn what sounds he makes when he’s aroused and what he looks like when he cums.

‘You’re so sexy,’ James said, his other hand stroking up the side of her cheek as he used his bulk to turn her to face him.

Kylie looked up at him and then wished she hadn’t. It felt so wrong to be here, alone in a bedroom for sex with James, her mother’s husband.

‘You can’t deny you’ve fantasised about this,’ James murmured, stroking her hair off her face, before sliding his fingers into her hair.

Kylie flushed, wishing she didn’t have to look at him. She knew every reaction she had was written on her face right now. But she hadn’t thought he had known that. She had thought she had kept it a secret. Gods, she felt so humiliated right now.

‘I nearly took you a few times, years ago,’ James said, walking her slowly backwards until her back came to rest against a wall. ‘When I got sick of your big tits and fuckable thighs in my face. Teasing me while I was unable to touch you. I wanted to teach you a lesson.’

Kylie swallowed, unable to take her eyes from James’ eyes boring into her, as he stepped closer and pushed her against the wall with his whole body. His hands each took hold of one her wrists, pulling her arms above her head and restraining her there, flushed and awkward between him and the wall.

‘But your mother said I should give you a few years,’ he said, his breath hot against her face. ‘She wanted to give you the chance of falling in love.’

He smirked down at her, an unkind smile on his face.

‘You’ve been living on borrowed time, Kylie. I should have put a baby inside you years ago, when I first met you. I knew I could do whatever I wanted to you, and you wouldn’t have complained.’

Kylie swallowed, suddenly feeling too hot, too embarrassed. Her own breathing was deep and heavy, she could feel his stiffening shaft pushed up against her belly, and she hated how it turned her on. She struggled feebly against him, not sure if she was trying to get away or just protest his crude words, but James just leaned harder against her, holding her firmly in place.

‘When you were nineteen and you refused to go to university,’ he said, smiling meanly at her. ‘Stupid, lazy girl. I should have impregnated you then. Locked you up and popped a baby inside that sweet little belly of yours. I should have shown you what your life would be like if you didn’t apply yourself.’

‘I…’ Kylie said, struggling through her embarrassment to make words. ‘You can’t,’ she protested, still not sure what she was protesting.

‘I can,’ murmured James, bending his head down so that she couldn’t see him above her, his lips against her temple. ‘And I will. I know you want me, Kylie. I know you’re going to let me do whatever I want to you.’

‘I won’t,’ Kylie muttered but she knew she was lying, and she knew James knew it too.

She could have cried in frustration. How dared he hijack her life like this? But inside, her pussy and groin was melting.

James was pushing her around, taking control, just like she liked her partners to do, just like she had always dreamed of him doing. She hated herself, because she was so turned on by his constant references to impregnating her, the thought of him just using her body to sate himself inside and inseminate her.

I’m going to hate it, she thought, horrified at herself. I should stop this before I’m actually pregnant and in his control. I’ll be too embarrassed, once it’s done, to pull back. But she knew she wasn’t going to.

James kissed a path down her face to Kylie’s lips, and she gasped as he closed his lips against hers for the first time. Fuck, she had wanted this, she had wanted this so badly. He kissed her for a long time, again and again, while he still held her arms above her head and pressed his body against hers.

Then, when she thought maybe he was just going to kiss her forever, he wrenched her away from the wall, turning her physically to face away from him. He freed her arms, still holding her by the shoulders and starting to walk her in front of him towards the bed.

‘You thought you were my daughter, and I couldn’t touch you,’ James sniggered in her ear from behind. ‘But from where I’m standing, I’ve owned you for the last ten years, Kylie. I told your mother when I married her that I’d want to fuck you one day.’

He chuckled, feeling down the front of her body so that she gasped as he ruthlessly groped her breasts through her dress and bra.

‘Do you know what she said, back then?’ he asked, his voice hoarse with need.

‘No,’ moaned Kylie, hating how her arousal showed in her voice.

She was enjoying James touching her, and she knew he would know it. He would use it against her. But there didn’t seem to be anything she could do about that.

‘Your mother told me to give you a good allowance, and to give you a couple of years, and then I could impregnate you with a clear conscience.’

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