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‘You’re such a good little thing,’ James chuckled, stroking down Kylie’s shoulder and upper arm. ‘I knew you’d obey me when I finally took charge of you.’

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Kylie’s Obedience: Chapter 7

[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 such a good little thing,’ James chuckled, stroking down her shoulder and upper arm. ‘I knew you’d obey me when I finally took charge of you.’

‘Yes, James,’ whispered Kylie, wanting to cry.

She felt so humiliated to be here, naked with her stepfather, obeying him. I can’t believe I’m doing this, she thought, wishing she had the fortitude to just get up and walk out. Now he knows that I’ll obey him, that I’ll just do what he says.

‘Oh and Kylie, my girl,’ James said, rolling her over onto her back to face him. ‘I expect you to call me ‘Daddy’ when we’re together like this.’

He looked down along her near naked body, a look of gloating satisfaction on his face.

‘I can’t believe I waited this long to claim you, my dear. I’m going to enjoy you. You’re going to be a good little girl for me, aren’t you?’

‘Yes, Daddy,’ Kylie said, feeling more tears of sheer embarrassment form in her eyes at the words, even as her pussy clenched needily in arousal at hearing the word ‘Daddy’ on her own lips in this context. Fuck, what was she even thinking?

‘That’s it,’ James said, sounding satisfied. ‘I always wanted a daughter, so that I could fuck her when she was grown up. I mostly married your mother for her money, because it made sense to bring our ventures together. But I can’t deny that you were a handsome extra incentive.’

‘You’re terrible,’ Kylie whispered, tears pricking at her eyelids.

‘Oh, I’d say the true villain here is you,’ James chuckled easily as his fingertips drifted lazily across her nipples. ‘Hiding all these delights from me. Swanning around in front of me in this fuckable body, knowing that I couldn’t touch you.’

He smirked down at her as she gasped in need. The feeling of his fingers on her nipples was so good.

‘Well, your chickens have come home to roost, darling.’

Holding her by her shoulder, James lowered his mouth to kiss her again, and Kylie found herself back in her fantasies, where she lay in bed and James visited her to strip her naked and fuck her. He made out with her for a long time, and Kylie winced to herself in humiliation as their bodies moved instinctively closer together, writhing against each other.

After a long while, grunting to himself, James unbuckled his belt and shoved his trousers down off his legs, and Kylie moaned to know that he was fully naked in bed with her.

‘Won’t you…’ she gasped, finding it hard to talk, given her arousal. ‘Won’t you at least wear protection tonight? Just for tonight? For me. Please,’ she begged, tears in her eyes at how vulnerable and embarrassed she felt. ‘Just one night, and then I’ll let you do what you want.’

‘Not a chance,’ grunted James, laughter in his voice as he casually dismissed her begging plea. ‘What’s the point if I can’t feel your wetness against me? You forget that your cunt is here as preventive therapy, girl. Anyway,’ he said, still laughing. ‘I want to get you knocked up as soon as I can. I’ve waited ten years, I’m not in the mood to be patient with you, darling.’

‘I’m not your toy,’ Kylie whispered, feeling helpless. ‘Please don’t do this.’

Oh gods, she just wanted one more week. Her mother had said he was going to fuck her bare, but she had only had a few short hours since this morning to process what that really meant.

James just laughed a short laugh as he bent down to kiss her lazily.

‘You are my toy,’ he said, his eyes on hers when he finally lifted his head. ‘You should talk less, girl.’ He sniggered as he moved his body languorously against hers, clearly enjoying the feeling of her bare skin against his. ‘It’s going to happen, darling. You’ll leave here tomorrow with my seed inside you. You might even be breeding by this time next week. Stop complaining,’ he said, his hand sliding into her hair to pull her head back. ‘And get your legs open, how they belong.’

Kylie whimpered in soft embarrassment, wanting to cry, wishing she had the courage to disobey him. She didn’t though. She still couldn’t bear the thought of being poor or the humiliation she would feel when she couldn’t show off her expensive things to her friends.

So instead, she let herself sink into the pleasures of James touching her, moaning and writhing at first gently and then fiercely against him. She gasped when she felt him rip her panties off, tearing the lazy fabric, and then she was moving against him again, dressed only in the suspender belt and stockings that she always wore.

‘You’re delectable,’ James moaned, one hand on her ribs, the other hand in her hair as she moved against him.

Kylie flushed again with embarrassment, glad that James wasn’t really looking at her face. His hands were all over her as he lay half on top of her, his hard erection pressing into her lower belly. Kylie moaned again, half in embarrassment, half in need, as James’ hand felt down her body and slid between her legs.

‘Oh, you’re so wet,’ he said, gloating at her as he started to stroke her pussy, his fingers sinking in past her swollen labia. ‘Such a slutty, filthy little daughter I have. Tell me that you want your Daddy’s big dick inside you.’

It was a command, not a question, and Kylie struggled to make her mouth produce words.

‘I want my Daddy’s b-big dick inside me,’ she gasped, moaning as James skilfully teased her clitoris, making her pussy flush hot with desire.

‘You want me to breed you, don’t you, darling?’ he said, teasing around the edge of her entrance with his fingers. ‘You want my seed inside your womb, inseminating you, don’t you? Your Daddy’s seed belongs inside you, doesn’t it?’

‘Yes, Daddy,’ Kylie moaned, horrified at herself, but it wasn’t even untrue.

She did want him inside her and nothing felt hotter right now than the thought of him rutting with her bare and ejaculating into her. I can’t be pregnant, she thought, trying to persuade herself into one last ditch attempt to say ‘no’ to him. But as James’ fingers kept stroking her pussy, nothing seemed hotter than the thought of being ordered to produce babies for him.

‘Good girl,’ James grunted.

He kept kissing her and fingering her for a long while, while Kylie moaned and gasped beneath him in need. She moaned in fear when she felt him removing his fingers and rolling her over onto her back to position himself above her, but she went with him. It was going to happen. It had always been going to happen, she rationalised to herself, and it wouldn’t be that bad, after all.

At least if she was James’ whore, he would fuck her regularly, and she would feel this bliss every week.

Chapter 8 of Kylie’s Obedience is here.

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